Aimee Mann was born in Richmond, Virginia, and attended the Berklee College of Music in Boston, but dropped out to sing with her first punk rock band, the young snakes; the band released the EP Bark Along with the Young Snakes in 1982, and a compilation album was issued in 2004. In 1983, seeking a return to "sweetness and melody", she co-founded with Berklee classmate and boyfriend Michael Hausman the new wave band 'Til Tuesday, which achieved minor success in 1985 with its first album, Voices Carry. The title song is said to be inspired by Hausman and Mann's breakup; the video became an MTV staple, winning the MTV Video Music Award for Best New Artist, though Mann's signature spiky hair would lead some to dismiss the group. Mann performed with the rock band Rush on the song "Time Stand Still" (from Hold Your Fire, 1987), singing backup vocals and appearing in the music video. With Mann playing an increasingly important role in songwriting, 'Til Tuesday released two more albums, Welcome Home and Everything's Different Now.
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Frankenstein Lyrics
Aimee Mann
(I still have the shake in my voice
And Im going to sing you this song)
I dont know you from adam, it could make my day
If you leave me a message Ill give it away
cause the most perfect strangers that you can talk to
Are the ones who pretend that youre not really you
Are with any attempts here to play frankenstein
Come with plenty of chances for changing your mind
When youre building your own creation
Nothings better than real than a real
Imitation
I wont find it fantastic or think it absurd
When the gun in the first act goes off in the third
cause its rare that you ever know what to expect
From a guy made of corpses with bolts in his neck
If the creature is limping the parts are in place
With a mind of its own and a fist for a face
Say hello to your new creation
Now its better than real
Its a real imitation
You may wonder what the catch is
As we batten down the hatches
And when later we find that the thing we devised
Has the villagers clamouring for its demise
We will have to admit the futility of
Trying to make something more of this jerry-built love
And youll notice it bears a resemblance to
Everything I imagined I wanted from you
But at least its my own creation
And its better than real
Its a real imitation