| Fiona Apple – Slow Like Honey Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| I believe this song in all it's eloquence and double entendre's and beautiful composition is about the opposite of what words are being said. In meaning; the song is saying 'Hey lover you were in my dream last night and old feelings were there which scared you, but you couldn't get away because your heart wouldn't let you because you love me still,- in fact you can't forget me like a song stuck in your head. You had to give yourself over to me because anything else would be futile like a scent trying to stay put in the wind.' But then the song takes a turn and starts to admit to audience (and it's own author) that dreams aren't necessarily the truth, and often they lie to protect us by making people play opposite roles including you yourself in a dream. In this case it is Fiona who is the one haunted by a love(r) her heart cannot let go of that is gone. And because this hurts her so much she assumes the opposite power role in the dream of the "haunter." This dream is her 'fantasy', -reality is the opposite of the words being said. Also sometimes we realize when we are dreaming part way through, that we are dreaming, I believe the next lyrics are Fiona's decision to continue to be the victor in the dream by stretching herself 'across like a bridge' to pull him to her-but now she is faced with how to continue this 'story'. She thinks to herself does she has to let him go?, but as soon as she states that in a question she immediately avoids it all together and continues with her 'relieving' fantasy as the victor not the victim and proclaims with the confidence she wishes she had, she says quite strongly ('like music') that it's her big secret (all along) that she's going to haunt him forever and he will never forget her and always be wanting her even though it will NEVER happen because it's over between them; she's (he really is) 'gone like yesterday.' and so this IS a song/feeling/dream that is very long, slow and 'heavy with mood.' Sad and happy in a brilliant balance of fantasy and reality that dreams are infamous conductors for. I feel it Fiona. I really do. | |
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