Oh, Mann

You know who’s good? Aimee Mann, that’s who. Listened to “Lost in Space” while getting groceries last night, and it just drilled into me again. “Say you were split, you were split into fragments, and none of the pieces would talk to you.” She has a new album coming out, and is coming to Albany soon (must get tickets!) And if you have any liking at all for “Voices Carry” from back in the Til Tuesday days, you will want to check out her iTunes originals version, a slowed-down acoustic that really really works.

“It’s Not” –I keep going round and round on the same old circuit A wire travels underground to a vacant lot Where something I can’t see interrupts the current And shrinks the picture down to a tiny dot And from behind the screen it can look so perfect But it’s not So here I’m sitting in my car at the same old stoplight I keep waiting for a change but I don’t know what So red turns into green turning into yellow But I’m just frozen here on the same old spot And all I have to do is to press the pedal But I’m not No, I’m not People are tricky, you can’t afford to show Anything risky anything they don’t know The moment you try, you kiss it goodbye So baby kiss me like a drug like a respirator And let me fall into the dream of the astronaut Where I get lost in space that goes on forever And you make all the rest just an afterthought And I believe it’s you who could make it better But it’s not No, it’s not No, it’s not