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sabato 5 gennaio 2013

Carry






Love, hold my hand
Help me see with the dawn
That those that have left
Are not gone
But they carry on
As stars looking down
As nature's sons 
And daughters of the heavens
You will not ever be forgotten by me
In the procession of the mighty stars
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart
Here I will carry, carry, carry you
Forever
You have touched my life
So that now
Cathedrals of sound are singing, are singing
The waves have come to walk with you
To where you will live in the land of you,
Land of you
You will not ever be forgotten by me
In the procession of the mighty stars
Your name is sung and tattooed now on my heart
Here I will carry, carry, carry you
Here I will carry, carry, carry you
Forever.


Tori Amos

domenica 26 agosto 2012

Northern Lad



Had a northern lad, well not exactly had.
He moved like the sunset, God who painted that.
First he loved my accent. How his knees could bend.
I thought we'd be okay, me and my molasses.
But I feel something is wrong? But I feel this cake just isn't done.

And don't say that you don't.
And if you could see me now, said if you could see me now.
Girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Because of... because of... all the rain, because of...


He don't show much these days, it's gets so fucking cold.
I loved his secret places but I can't go anymore.
"You change like sugar cane," says my northern lad.
I guess you go too far when pianos try to be guitars.
I feel the West in you, but I, I feel it falling apart too.


And don't say that you don't.
And if you could see me now... Said if you could see me now.
Girls you've got to know when it's time to turn the page.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Or when you're only wet because of all the rain.
Because? of, because of... of the rain, because of...
Because of... of all the rain, because? of... the... rain...


Tori Amos

sabato 5 novembre 2011

Fearlessness






Fearlessness blew in with the wind
Waking up to greet the sun
We sailed on like the ancient ones
Into the night underworld
We knew dangers would come
I had faith in both of us

Listen to your heart

(You can hear me)
Listen to your heart
(You can hear me)

Day turned night when he questioned

Why can't you balance the sky?
Souless storms have sent watchers
With bladeless weapons to fight

Teams of horses of the brine

Followed his cries through the fire
Demons of the wild hissed with the wind
Did you listen?

Listen to your heart

(Can you hear me?)
Listen to your heart
(Can you hear me?)


Fearlessness soon reminded me
You must be stronger then they
Cautioning there those who live
To be cruel for the fun of it

He let in a dark companion

That orbited between us
His siren friends convinced him that love
Was no match against storms to come
Their songs inflamed by doubt
Fearlessness drowned them out

Teams of horses of the brine

Followed his cries through the fire
Demons of the wild hissed with the wind
Did you listen?

Listen to your heart

Can you hear me?
Listen to your heart
Can you hear me?

Did we begin without knowing it?

To find fault in every gift
Then that was when the blame began
What were once two forces joined
In fearlessness


Tori Amos

martedì 23 marzo 2010

Iieee, Tori Amos

 
(sulla foto per il video)
 

With your E's
And your ease
And I do one more
Need a lip gloss boost
In your america
Is it God's
Is it your's
Sweet saliva
With your E's
And your ease
And I do one more
I know we're dying
And there's no sign of a parachute
We scream in catherdrals
Why can't it be beautiful
Why does there
Gotta be a sacrifice
Just say yes
You little arsonist
You're so sure you can save
Every hair on my chest
Just say yes
You little arsonist
With your E's
And your ease
And I do one more
Well I know we're dying
And there's no sign of a parachute
In this Chapel
Little chapel of love
Can't we get a little grace
And some elegance
No we scream in cathedrals
Why can't it be beautiful
Why does there
Gotta be a sacrifice
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