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Confirmation Bias, perhapst…..

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Confirmation Bias, perhapst…..

Have you ever had one of those moments where you are remembering something you previously thought or said when suddenly something specifically interacts with you regarding it? I’m sure it is some sort of confirmation bias, part of the reason that divining tools and/or oracles seem spot on… You hear what you need to or are supposed to or are receptive to… right?

Ok, so riddle me this, Batman…

You know that place between dreaming and awake? When you are still responsive to the world for the most part but also starting to dream? Yeah. So there I am, there being a subjective ethereal term… and I am remembering a conversation I had about a recent tarot reading and the continuing conversation about a certain song’s potentially related lyrics and how it was super sweet and what I wanted….blah blah blah girl crap…. fast forward back to dreamspeaking state….

and that song comes on.

It was kinda awesome. It even took me a second to process it actually was playing outside of my dreamy state. HA

Yes, I know it doesn’t mean anything, per se….

But it was badass nonetheless.

 

Of course, her hair is red now.

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Of course, her hair is red now.

I find it interesting that every significant passage of my life is marked by the release of a Fiona Apple album.

This came out recently on NPR:

http://m.npr.org/story/154422085?url=/2012/06/10/154422085/first-listen-fiona-apple-the-idler-wheel

Here is a video of the first single (of course it is.) *note the snails, people who know me*

Here are the lyrics of “Every single night”:

Every single night I endure the flight
Of little whims of white flame
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Form the belly swelling to a blaze

That’s where the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can’t get the feelings in

Every single nights a light
With my brain

And I say to her
Why’d I say it to her
What does she think of me
That I’m not what I ought to be
That I’m what I try not to be
Has got to be somebody else’s fault
I can’t get caught

If what I am is what I am
Cuz I does what I does
Then brother get back cuz my breast gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on

Every single nights a fight
With my brain

I just wanna feel everything x3

So I’m gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while
And if we had a double king size bed
We could move in it and I’d soon forget

If what I am is what I am
Cuz I does what I does
And maybe I’d relax let my breast just bust open
My hearts made of parts of all that’s around me
And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me

Every single nights alright
Every single nights a fight
Every single fights alright
With my brain

I just wanna feel everything…

I could have effing wrote them. Move over Florence Welch. Fiona’s back. With red hair.