How I've spun my wheels with carts before my horse. And shine on the outside springs from gloom. Spotlight on these seeds of simpler reasons. And score bourne into corn, stretching my limit.
- Alanis Morrissette, Underneath, 2008
That gives me diarrhea chills, it's so terrible. It is fun to recite aloud in the slow, precise voice of a lonely poet doing a public reading.
It's just... talking above the audience, isn't it? I actually like many Alanis songs, but this is the woman who once sang about giving head in a theater.