On October 27th, I'll be going to my first Aimee Mann concert. In fact, I'm ready to go right now. I've never been more ready for any event ever. Unfortunately, I lack any sort of device for time travel, thus I'll have to wait for the concert old school style. So, until the big day, I've decided to post the lyrics and an iTunes Music Store download link to a new Aimee song every week.
This week's song, High on Sunday 51. I really hope she plays it at the concert; the lyrics are brilliant and hauntingly beautiful.
Posted by Mike at September 25, 2005 01:15 AMThe monkey knows how you'll react
Creating want by holding back
Like some reverse pyromaniac
Let me try, baby, tryI propped my window up and then
I turned my back to lure you in
To rifle through what I might have been
Let me try, baby, tryBaby, please -- let me begin
Let me be your heroin
Hate the sinner but love the sin
Let me be your heroinWe have crossed the rubicon
Our ship awash, our rudder gone
The rats have fled but I'm hanging on
Let me try, baby, tryBaby, please -- let me begin
Let me be your heroin
Hate the sinner but love the sin
Let me be your heroin