held up like a douche by the foreman of the night

I have a new musical crush: Joanna Newsom. She plays the harp, yo. And sounds like Bjork, at the age of 8, on large quantities of LSD. As the Engineer said upon my discovery of this, "People like them make music like this only for people like you." Or something to that effect. I don't remember. I was too busy swaying in place.

He, Mister Kyle, and I were watching a disc of animated shorts and one of Newsom's songs, Peach Plum Pear played over the end credits of one of them (City Paradise). Enthralled is not even the word.

All of that being said, I massively misheard one of the lyrics.

I thought it was saying:
And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bold like a whore

But, in ACTUALITY, it's saying:
And I am blue
I am blue and unwell
Made me bolt like a horse

Hrrm.

I like my version better.

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Imagine, if you will, two young women standing in a department store. They are examining a shirt. One woman is wearing jeans and a puffy jacket, with a long scarf. The other is dressed completely in black, with combat boots. The one in jeans bares a strong resemblence to wemble and the other is a dead ringer for me.

Woman #1: Do you like this shirt? Should I try it on?
Woman #2: Yeah! It's kind of old-fashiony.
Woman #1: I don't know. What could I wear it with?
Woman #2: A black skirt. Do you have one of those?

OH WELL PLAYED, MISS WEMBLE. WELL PLAYED.

>:O