Tunesday-Dear Daily Mail by Amanda “Fucking” Palmer

Amanda Fucking Palmer

I haven’t written a fucking word in over a week. I couldn’t even think of a good song to post for Tunesday. Then what appeared in my email inbox, but a lovely kiss off to the Daily Mail by one of my idols, Amanda Fucking Palmer.

I’ve posted a couple more of more of her videos, because, well, she’s fucking AWESOME!

Warning: Amanda is not for the faint of heart. Think that’s why I like her.

I’m hoping my words come back soon, because I promised a certain redhead that I’d write our story. Wink, wink.

Do It With a Rock Star

In my mind
In a future five years from now
I’m one hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hung over
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I’m in
And I will be someone I admire
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how to see
That I am not exactly the person that I thought I’d be

And in my mind
In the faraway here and now
I’ve become in control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I will be the picture of of discipline
Never fucking up anything
And I’ll be a good defensive driver
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how to see
That I’ll never be the person that I thought I’d be

And in my mind
When I’m old I am beautiful
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me now
I’m so busy with everything
That I don’t look at anything
But I’m sure I’ll look when I am older
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could be that person now
But that’s not what I want
But that’s what I wanted
And I’d be giving up somehow
How strange to see
That I don’t wanna be the person that I want to be

And in my mind
I imagine so many things
Things that aren’t really happening
And when they put me in the ground
I’ll start pounding the lid
Saying I haven’t finished yet
I still have a tattoo to get
That says I’m living in the moment
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could win this, win this fight
But maybe it isn’t all that funny
That I’ve been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it’s funny
If I wanna live before I die
And maybe it’s funniest of all
To think I’ll die before I actually see
That I am exactly the person that I want to be

Fuck yes
I am exactly the person that I want to be

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25 thoughts on “Tunesday-Dear Daily Mail by Amanda “Fucking” Palmer

    • My sweet woman, I have been so out of sorts lately I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m reading your post now. Don’t you just love Amanda? I know I do. I wanted to post her video, The Killing Type, but I thought it might gross some of my followers out. Should have known you’d be in the thick of it with me though.

      XOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXO

      • Who Killed Amanda Palmer was my pick for album of the year the year it came out. But the critics preferred some pretty pop princess presumably, because that never came to pass.
        I also love Ben Folds, so it didn’t hurt that he produced that album.
        The Killing Type is pretty awesome — that whole album is fantastic — I’m currently loving Bottomfeeder

      • Ben Folds is a fucking genius!

        Isn’t it something when a whole album is good?

        Fuck auto tune and the whole music industry.

        Amanda’s TED talk about sharing was phenomenal. Wasn’t that essentially what we learned in Kindergarten?

      • Unfortunately (and it’s hard to know what to believe) she has a lot of detractors who have made some interesting criticisms of her business model — for example, she made GOBS of money on that Kickstarter project, and then turned around and asked local musicians to play “for beer” — and then, instead of staying in a hotel, crashes at fans’ houses for free, giving them the privilege of hosting her. I mean, it’s cool and bohemian in a sense, but I don’t know. Still love her music and her attitude, and I guess no one is above reproach, but there are some things I find dodgy and hypocritical about that. But yes, amazing musician. I was fortunate enough to see Ben Folds Five in Toronto last year. I wish they’d recorded that concert, because the whole world could have heard me yelling “Who the fuck are you?” over the silence at the beginning of Underground. Yeah, I totally got to banter with Robert Sledge (the bassist).

  1. Incredible! and such an awesome song.

    I’m glad you’re back. I was wondering about you.:)

    oh! Just so you know…this past Saturday I was at Pasadena L.A. library – reciting my poetry live. I just posted about 9 videos that my girlfriend recorded of me live. Would you like to see what them? You’ll finally get to see who I am as (Charlie Zero). :)

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  3. As a Seattlite I shamefully discovered Amanda very late through her Tedtalk. But what struck me most about her was her ability to be vulnerable to people. She is brash and shocking. But to be able to stand naked before your live audience and let them sign your body takes unbelievable Chutzpah.

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