WTP Lyrics

All my life is on me now
Hail the pages turning

And the future's on the bound
Hell don't know my fury
You're all I need, you're all I need

You're all I need and maybe some faith would do me good
I don't know what I'm doing, don't know, should I change my mind?
I can't decide, there's too many variations to consider
No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me more to do
It's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter
Baby, lay your head on my lap one more time

Tell me you belong to me
Baby say that it's all gonna be alright
I believe that it isn't––

You're all I need and maybe some faith would do me good
Track Notes:
“On the Bound” is the opening song of 1999’s "When the Pawn…", showcasing a Fiona Apple
who’s struggling with her happy and prosperous love life, deciding pessimism might be the best
choice for her.
Written By: Fiona Apple

Produced By: Jon Brion
Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple
Woodwinds: Michael Breaux
Drums and Percussion: Matt Chamberlain
All Other Instruments: Jon Brion
Release Date: November 9, 1999
Here's another speech you wish I'd swallow
Another cue for you to fold your ears
Another train of thought too hard to follow
Chuggin' along to a song that belongs to the shifting of gears
Please forgive me for my distance

The pain is evident in my existence
The shame is manifest in my resistance
To your love, to your love, to your love
I would've warned you, but really, what's the point?

Caution could but rarely ever helps
Don't be down when my demeanor tends to disappoint
It's hard enough even trying to be civil to myself

My derring-do allows me to
Dance the rigadoon around you
But by the time I'm close to you
I lose my desideratum and now you
So now you have it, so tell me baby what's the word?

Am I your gal, or shall I get out of town?
I just need to be reassured
Do you just deal it out, or can you deal with what I lay down?
Please forgive me, for my distance

Track Notes:
Derring-do: action displaying heroic courage.
Rigadoon (or rigaudon): a lively dance for couples, in duple or quadruple time, of Provençal
origin; a French baroque dance.

Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple
Drums and Percussion: Matt Chamberlain & Butch
Chamberlin: Patrick Warren
You wanna make me sick;
You wanna lick my wounds, don't you, baby?
You want the badge of honor when you save my hide
But you're the one in the way of the day of doom, baby
If you need my shame to reclaim your pride
And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

I never did anything to you, man
But no matter what I try, you'll beat me with your bitter lies
So call me crazy, hold me down, make me cry
Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Till you'll be lyin' limp in your own hands
You feed the beast I have within me

You wave the red flag, baby
You make it run, run, run
Standin' on the sidelines, waving' and grinning
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

Get off now, baby
It won't be long

Get off now, baby
It won't be long
Track Notes:
“Limp”, the third track on 1999’s "When the Pawn…" is the story of a woman who’s fed up with
the rude behavior of her lover. It was also the second single from the record. Fiona Apple’s then-
time boyfriend Paul Thomas Anderson directed the video to “Limp”, as well the videos to the
other singles on the album.

Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple
Drums and Percussion: Matt Chamberlain & Butch
Woodwinds: Michael Breaux
Wurlitzer: Patrick Warren
Love ridden, I've looked at you
With the focus I gave to my birthday candles
I've wished on the lidded blue flames
Under your brow
And baby, I wished for you
Nobody sees when you are lyin' in your bed

And I wanna crawl in with you
But I cry instead
I want your warm, but it will only make me colder
When it's over
So I can't tonight, baby
No, not "baby" anymore

If I need you, I'll just use your simple name
Only kisses on the cheek from now on
And in a little while, we'll only have to wave
My hand won't hold you down no more

The path is clear to follow through
I stood too long in the way of the door
And now I'm givin' up on––
You


Track Notes:
Track 4 on 1999’s "When the Pawn…" is a haunting piano ballad about a relationship moving to
its end.

Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple
Horn Arrangement: John Bainbridge
Bass: Mike Elizondo
String Arrangement: Randy Brion
I was staring at the sky, just lookin' for a star
To pray on or wish on or something like that
I was havin' a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality, I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starvin' works when it costs
Too much to love
And I went crazy again today, lookin' for a strand to climb

Lookin' for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said 'honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on, put a little love here in my void'
He said 'it's all in your head' and I said 'so's everything,' but he didn't get it
I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Too much to love
Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills

'Cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Too much to love
Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills

Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts but starvin', it works when it costs
Too much to love
Track Notes:
Track 5 on "When the Pawn..." was the third and final single from the record. Apple wrote "Paper
Bag" following an experience in which she mistook a paper bag for a dove. The event took place
in Los Angeles following recording sessions for her previous studio album, Tidal (1996). Apple,
reportedly upset at the time, was a passenger in a car being driven by her father.
The song earned Apple a Grammy Award nomination for “Best Female Rock Vocal Performance”
for the 43rd Grammy Awards in 2001.
Paul Thomas Anderson directed the music video, which features a blue-and-red palette. "Paper
Bag" was featured in the 2006 film "The Last Kiss" and the 2011 film "Bridesmaids".

Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple
Contractor (Horns): Don Sweeney
I'm gonna make a mistake
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
'Cause I'm full as a tick
And I'm scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back

And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run
But I sure had fun, so––
I'm gonna fuck it up again

I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
Whatcha looking at me for?
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back

The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake
I wanna mistake, why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should

Almost always doing everybody good
Why?
Do I wanna do right, of course but––

Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you? Hell no
I've acquired quite a taste

For a well-made mistake
I wanna make a mistake
Why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should

Almost always doing everybody good
Why?

Bass: Mike Elizondo
Percussion: Matt Chamberlain
Drums: Matt Chamberlain
Mixed By: Rich Costey & Jon Brion
Recorded By: Rich Costey
I let the beast in too soon, I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat; I fight him always and still
Oh darling, it's so sweet, you think you know how crazy
How crazy I am
You say you don't spook easy, you won't go, but I know
And I pray that you will
Fast as you can, baby run

Free yourself of me
Fast as you can
I may be soft in your palm

But I'll soon grow hungry for a fight
And I will not let you win
My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will
Disprove your faith in man
So if you catch me trying to find my way into your
Heart from under your skin
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself

Fast as you can
Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself
Fast as you can
Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift

But most of the time, it does
And I get to the place where I'm begging for a lift
Or I'll drown in the wonders and the was
And I'll be your girl, if you say it's a gift
And you give me some more of your drugs
Yeah, I'll be your pet, if you just tell me it's a gift
'Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys,
Just need a little because, because––
I let the beast in and then;

I even tried forgiving him, but it's too soon
So I'll fight again, again, again, again, again
And for a little while more
I'll soar the uneven wind
Complain and blame the sterile land
But if you're getting any bright ideas, quiet dear
I'm blooming within
Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, I'll be out

Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Fast as you can leave me
Let this thing run its route
Fast as you can

Fast as you can
Fast as you can
Fast as you can
Track Notes:
This is a song about a relationship that is bad for both people, but for some destructive reason,
they keep breaking-up and getting back together.
The music video was directed by her then-boyfriend, film director Paul Thomas Anderson.

Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple & Jon Brion
Mixed By: Rich Costey
Guitar: Jon Brion
Bass: Mike Elizondo
I wouldn't know what to do with another chance
If you gave it to me
I couldn't take the embrace of a real romance
It’d race right through me
I’m much better off the way things are

Much much better off, better by far, by far
I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice

It’d roll right past me
And if you chalk it up you'll see I don't really have a choice
So don't even ask me
I’m much better off, the way things are

Much much better off, better by far
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on

And I'll keep kicking the crap till it’s gone
If you keep on killing, you could get me to settle
And as soon as I settle
I bet I’ll be able to move on
How can I fight, when we're on the same side

How can I fight beside you
So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on

Keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on


Mixed By: Rich Costey & Jon Brion
Percussion: Matt Chamberlain
Vocals: Fiona Apple
Synthesizer: Tom Biller
Guitar: Tom Biller
Bass: Mike Elizondo
How many times do I have to say
To get away––get gone?
Flip your shit past another lass's
Humble dwelling
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
'Cause I do know what's good for me

And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again
How can I deal with this

If he won't get with this?
Am I gonna heal from this?
He won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out
I gotta get him out
It’s time the truth was out
That he don't give a shit about me
'Cause I do know what's good for me

And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting
And yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again

I gotta get him out
It’s time the truth was out
How many times can it escalate

Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go
I'll idealize, then realize
That it's no sacrifice because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin' go––
'Cause I've done what I've could for you

And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting, instead I'm sitting
Singing again, singing again, singing again
Sing, sing, sing again
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out
I gotta get him out
It's time the truth was out

Vocals: Fiona Apple
Piano: Fiona Apple
Arranged By (Strings): Randy Brion
So be it, I’m your crowbar
If that’s what I am so far
Until you get out of this mess
And I will pretend
That I don’t know of your sins
Until you are ready to confess
But all the time, all the time
I’ll know, I’ll know
And you can use my skin

To bury secrets in
And I will settle you down
And at my own suggestion
I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background
But all the time, all the time
I’ll know, I’ll know
Baby––I can't help you out, while she's still around

So for the time being, I'm being patient
And amidst this bitterness
If you'll just consider this
Even if it don’t make sense all the time
Give it time
And when the crowd becomes your burden
And you've early closed your curtains
I'll wait by the backstage door
While you try to find

The lines to speak your mind
And pry it open, hoping for an encore
And if it gets too late, for me to wait
For you to find you love me, and tell me so
It’s okay, don’t need to say it
Track Notes:
The last song on 1999’s "When the Pawn..." is a poignant sketch of an affair with a man who is
already in a committed relationship. It probably is the song that comes the most close to a “real”
love song on the record, but there are still uncanny images (“crowbar”) and skepticism enough
to make it a classic doubtful Fiona Apple song. Elvis Costello has covered this song in return for
Fiona’s great cover of his “I Want You”.

Mixed By: Jon Brion & Rich Costey
Cello: Suzie Katayama
Bass: Greg Cohen & Mike Elizondo
String Arrangement: Randy Brion
Drums: Jim Keltner
Across the Universe
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva Om

Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes

They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai Guru Deva Om

Sounds of laughter, shades of earth are ringing

Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless, undying love, which shines around me like a million suns
And calls me on and on across the universe
Jai Guru Deva Om

Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Track Notes:
This song is based on Ancient Indian philosophy as taught to John Lennon by Guru Dev Singh.
Fiona Apple expounds upon the basis for this song with simple inflections of the voice. While the
original vocals by The Beatles are full of heart and emotion, Fiona takes a more withdrawn
approach. She sounds like she’s in a daze or meditative state.
Vocals: Fiona Apple

Written By: John Lennon & Paul McCartney
All Instruments: Jon Brion
Mixed By: Jon Brion & Rich Costey
Release Date: January 1, 1998
Cover: "Across the Universe" by The Beatles
⃰Bonus Track for Japan Edition

“When the Pawn…” (Live Recitation)
"When the Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks like a King
What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight
And He'll Win the Whole Thing 'fore He Enters the Ring
There's No Body to Batter When Your Mind Is Your Might
So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand and Remember
That Depth Is the Greatest of Heights
And If You Know Where You Stand
Then You Know Where to Land and If You Fall It Won't Matter
Cuz You'll Know That You're Right"
Album Notes:
This poem is the full title of Fiona Apple’s 1999 album. It contains 90 words for a total of 400
characters of text. In 2006, Fiona explained the reason to use the poem as her second album’s
title as follows: "When it came time to name the next album, I think it became kind of a joke
because I feel silly about naming the albums because each song is its own little world to me and
when you have ten you make an album. I thought that just using 'When the Pawn' sounded kind
of cool. And the cool thing about it is that I didn’t do this on purpose but I got so much crap for
putting that 90-word thing. It stole the thunder of the actual album at first because they were like
“Oh god, she’s so annoying, she had to go and do a ninety-word album to get attention or
something”. But I don’t care about what anybody says because it’s the coolest thing––I’m in the
Guinness Book of World Records."
Fiona wrote the poem on a tour bus when she was feeling down about how she had been
portrayed in a Spin magazine interview. In 2006, Fiona explains: "I’d been on the cover of Spin
Magazine (December 1997) and they really spun it to be like that I was a crazy little sad loose
cannon girl. Very unlike me, I opened up the magazine and I was so stupid I looked at the letters
that people wrote in and not one was good. It was all people talking about how annoying I was,
how crazy––it was just terrible stuff. I got so sad but there was no way for me to curl up in a ball
and die because we had to go out on the road. So I tried to give myself a little pep talk."
The full title/poem is printed as an overlay on the album cover.

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All my life is on me now

Hail the pages turning

You're all I need, you're all I need

Baby, lay your head on my lap one more time

You're all I need, you're all I need

Written By: Fiona Apple

Please forgive me for my distance

I would've warned you, but really, what's the point?

Please forgive me for my distance

So now you have it, so tell me baby what's the word?

Please forgive me, for my distance

Written By: Fiona Apple

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

You feed the beast I have within me

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists

Written By: Fiona Apple

Nobody sees when you are lyin' in your bed

No, not "baby" anymore

My hand won't hold you down no more

No, not "baby" anymore

No, not "baby" anymore

Written By: Fiona Apple

Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills

And I went crazy again today, lookin' for a strand to climb

Hunger hurts and I want him so bad, oh, it kills

Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills

Hunger hurts but I want him so bad, oh, it kills

Written By: Fiona Apple

And when the day is done, and I look back

I'm gonna fuck it up again

And when I find my way back

I'm always doing what I think I should

Do I wanna do right, of course but––

I've acquired quite a taste

I'm always doing what I think I should

Written By: Fiona Apple

Fast as you can, baby run

I may be soft in your palm

Fast as you can, baby scratch me out, free yourself

Sometimes my mind don't shake and shift

I let the beast in and then;

Fast as you can, baby wait watch me, I'll be out

Fast as you can

Written By: Fiona Apple

I’m much better off the way things are

I wouldn't know what to say to a gentle voice

I’m much better off, the way things are

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on

How can I fight, when we're on the same side

So keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on

Keep on calling me names, keep on, keep on

Written By: Fiona Apple

'Cause I do know what's good for me

How can I deal with this

'Cause I do know what's good for me

How can I deal with this

How many times can it escalate

'Cause I've done what I've could for you

Written By: Fiona Apple

And you can use my skin

Baby––I can't help you out, while she's still around

While you try to find

Written By: Fiona Apple