Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple McAfee-Maggartis an American singer-songwriter, pianist and record producer. Classically trained on piano as a child, Apple began composing her own songs when she was eight years old. Her debut album, Tidal, written when Apple was seventeen, was released in 1996 and received a Grammy Award for Best Female Rock Vocal Performance for the single "Criminal". She followed with When the Pawn..., produced by Jon Brion, which was also critically and commercially successful and went certified platinum...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth13 September 1977
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Because for whatever reason, even though I want to stay home all the time and be left alone, I want to tell the world who I am now.
He goes along just as a water lily Gentle on the surface of his thoughts his body floats Unweighed 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
Home is where my habits have a habitat
I'm actually doing great and I'm very happy.
They basically wanted me to audition my songs,
You got your game, made your shot, and you got away With a lot, but I'm not turned on So put away that meat you're selling.
This a real but minor issue involving a vendor-quality problem in a small number of units,
I got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream, you got your head in the clouds you're not at all what you seem.
Nobody sees when you are lying in your bedand I want to crawl in with youbut I cry instead
Now that my album is finally finished, I am very, very excited to have people hear what we did. I am so proud of it, and all of us who worked on it.
For a while I was looking forward to having to get another job, ... I had this fantasy about applying to this place in upstate New York, Green Chimneys. They do occupational therapy with kids, using farm animals. I thought that was something I could be passionate about. But music just kept on coming back.
It makes me panic inside to think that I'm not going to be able to remember my own songs and the work that it's going to take to learn them again.
But he washed me ashoreand he took my pearland left an empty shell of me.
You think you're looking at things all the time, but you're not looking at things, you're looking at what your brain is interpreting through light and color. And who knows what everybody else sees?