Lala: Fiona Apple



Über sie wollte ich schon ewig einen Blog schreiben, es kam aber immer irgendwas dazwischen. Der willkommene Anlaß zu diesem ist eine Meldung bei Pitchfork über ihren Beitrag zum Christmas-Song-Genre, via Smartphone-Video:

Trump’s nuts roasting on an open fire
As he keeps nipping at his foes.
You’ll cry creepy uncle
Every time he arrives
For he keeps clawing at your clothes
Everybody knows some money and entitlement
Can help to make the season white
Mothers of color with their kids out of sight
Will find it hard to sleep at night.

They know that Trump is on his way.
He’s got black boys in hoodies locked up on his sleigh
And every working man is going to cry
When they learn that Letch don’t care how you live or if you die

So I’m offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to 92
Although it’s been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas to you
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
Donald Trump, fuck you.

(Lyrics c+p beim Rolling Stone, Fiona Apple wildert bei Nat King Cole, Chestnuts roasting on an open fire)