When I was a teen I fell in love with Tori Amos’ music. In fact the love is so strong any person who knows me well know of the love I have. Of course this means one of my best freind’s hates her but then again she loves Creed so what the hell does she know anyway? So I’ve been playing on YouTube tonight finding cool live performances by her. And these were the lyrics that struck me. Well that struck me at this moment.
“When I come to terms to terms with this
When I come to terms with this
When I come to terms to terms with this
My world will change for me
I haven’t moved since the call came
Since the call came I haven’t moved
I stare at the wall knowing on the other side
The storm that waits for me…”
“Parasol”
With a husband in AA and dealing with my own issues I found this affecting.
“…so you get done
then you get some
sure enough, it won’t hold you for long
then you say “right.
this is all mine”
but hasn’t your donor card expired…”
“TOMBIGBEE”
Wanting more because it’s never enough what we have.
“…hey what a revelation
that one’s past is not a destination
it is a road for fools who need empty approvals
but maybe it terrifies me
this quiet seige
(it’s too easy to wish you harm)…”
“Smokey Joe”
It is so hard to put the past behind us.
In my own work “Ethereal”
When I open the shades
and you can see in
will the little be enough?
I have never been etheral in the light
my words too scratchy like burlap
and haunting me
the hush of failure sounds
deep in my bones like marrow forms
and I’m torn between the me’s
I wish would be
and the you’s you say you see
you see whatever you want to see
whatever you want
like writing who I wish I was.
My thoughts on a few “girls”.
When I was younger I had a friend nicknamed Gimme. She always inserted song lyrics into notes we passed before, during or after class. I in turn would include poetry I was working on and after a few notes I began including lyrics as well. So when I decided to do this blog I was stumped as to what I should write about. You know like should it be deep yet silly like my husband’s? Or heart-wrenchingly honest like the others I’ve been reading? In the end I settled on the barest truth I knew. I love a good turn of phrase my own or someone else’s no matter. This can be the place I gather it all and present it.
