“But Really, I’m Sorry For You”


Monday morning, Nellie McKay’s breathtaking tour de force, “Sari.”

Thanks to YouTuber danybus

More Nellie McKay at http://nelliemckay.com/

3 thoughts on ““But Really, I’m Sorry For You”

    • Thanks, Steve. If that were the only kind of thing she did, it would be amazing in itself. But she is quite a chameleon as a singer, many different styles and genres.

  1. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t apologize so much
    that it’s jive it’s a crutch
    I just used when I’m judged
    bein’ fudged by a face I can’t erase and can’t see
    cuz I misplaced a dossier or Monty Python CD
    or somethin’ stupid like that
    but jesus is that so bad
    to make my ego go splat
    like a tire goin’ flat
    or fat on a big mac
    I’m bein’ attacked
    tit for tat
    you fuckin’ bureaucrats
    you can just apologize back

    But I don’t know when it comes and it goes
    all the highs and the lows
    in this motionless psychosis
    ieeieei and I die fadin’ straight away
    ieeieei and I cry every waking day
    I don’t know what else to say

    I’m sorry for the mess
    the stupid way I’m dressed
    I guess I failed my test
    oh don’t you know I’m sorry for my views
    I musta been confused
    and yet you know that really I’m sorry for you

    Well now I don’t mean to offend, much
    just comprehend
    when you’re female and you’re fenced in and
    phen-phened to no end
    and no zen guide to men will help you fend off the brethren
    and then the pen appears
    and better than the oxygen network
    or the sword or the spear or the fork
    or the bored pork-fed horde
    it’s a mooring post
    the whore you’ll miss the most when you’re away
    when you’re in Snowshoe PA
    doin’ some play from Backstage
    that deals with AIDS and race and gays and
    relationships and ballet
    and then you’re like “hey yay what’d you say?
    I can just sing my troubles away?”?
    but then you’re fucked
    ’cause you gotta make a buck
    and the whole world sucks
    and you’re like a lame duck
    that’s lyin’ dyin’ tryin’ to sell out
    but there’s no one buyin’ and there’s all this doubt
    and you can preen and dream and scream and shot
    but your life’s affliction is the fiction of Faust


    I’m sorry for the time
    the stupid way I rhyme
    I knew I shoulda chose a life of crime
    I’m sorry for my blues
    I guess it’s all old news
    and yet you know that really I’m sorry for you

    I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry
    I also mirror this apology
    this idealogy of sorry
    in part of the liberal theology that’s leading us to hari-kari
    it’s like a mythology, almost
    like a malingering ghost
    as we slowly decompose
    writing in the grave of the polls
    cryin’ for Senator Wellstone and then proceeding to moan
    at our own supposed sabotage of the elections at home
    “oh somebody phone home!
    the American people have spoken!”?
    now is that certain?
    maybe those nice Midwestern folks were just jokin’
    in any case there’s no use in dopin’ chokin’ mopin’ and sobbin’
    come on you disheartenin’ dobbins
    sayin’ sorry is my problem
    so to conclude
    I’m a little of a prude
    so it’s difficult for me to have to allude
    to all this rude crude verbal baggage
    but I manage cuz I’m a savage inside
    I may listen to Enya’s greatest hits
    and try to control my hissy fits with pride
    won’t get my hair dyed
    but oh the onus of lyin’ all the time
    I don’t wanna say, “diiiie motherfucker!”?
    but I wouldn’t mind if you did
    Janet Reno has no ego when devoured by the id
    and so before I flip my lid my crib
    and get myself out of this bind
    you can hear what’s on my lips but you don’t know
    what’s in my mind


    I’m sorry for you I’m sorry for you
    aww, I’m sorry
    eh shit


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