| Artist | Fiona Apple |
| Song | Limp |
| Director | Paul Thomas Anderson |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Set in a grand, shadowy mansion, the video follows Fiona Apple through a restless night of dressing, wandering, and emotional disconnection. She moves between bedrooms, closets, stairways, and ornate rooms, shifting from composed stillness to explosive frustration. A television image of Apple becomes an unsettling counterpart, while a brief jigsaw-puzzle sequence introduces a childlike, dreamlike note. The final section fractures into a rapid, jazz-like montage, matching the song's escalating rhythm with sharp cuts, repeated gestures, and flashes of color.
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You wanna make me sick; You wanna lick my wounds, Don't you, baby? You want the badge of honor when you save my hide But you're the one in the way Of the day of doom, baby If you need my shame to reclaim your pride And when I think of it, my fingers turn to fists I never did anything to you, man But no matter what I try You'll beat me with your bitter lies So call me crazy, hold me down Make me cry; got off now, baby- ... |