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Fiona Apple- Pale September

‘pale september’ is an absolutely gorgeous song. it reminds me of an extraordinary woman whom i love dearly. i am a bit of a romantic. it seems at odds with other aspects of my personality, but it’s true. unfortunately, i’ve spent the overwhelming majority of my life alone and unable to share my passion and desires with someone else. instead, i would imagine. i would think about what it would be like to love someone. i would imagine her hair, her smile, her laugh. i played this song heavily during those times. fiona spoke to me as i imagined my lover would. her voice is soothing, the music cautious yet beautiful. she sings about providing a safe place for her lover. i think that and the chorus set ‘pale september’ from similar songs. it made being in love with someone seem such a frightening but invigorating prospect. it was something i desperately wanted to experience it. fortunately, i was able to find someone who allowed me to do just that, if only for a little while. this song had special significance for both of us during that time. for me, it still does.

Pale september, I wore the time like a dress that year
The autumn days swung soft around me, like cotton on my skin
But as the embers of the summer lost their breath and disappeared
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep

He goes along just as a water lily
Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats
Unweighted down by passion or intensity
Yet unaware of the depth upon which he coasts
And he finds a home in me
For what misfortune sows, he knows my touch will reap

And all my armour failing down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep
All my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as Im singing him to sleep

- the skinnny miracle