A Fire in the Sky
The Word of Tori!
Boys For Pele
Beauty Queen
She's a Beauty Queen
My sweet bean bag in the street
Take it
Down out to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my head
Can't figure what it is
But I lie again
Horses
I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
They say that your demons
Can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As longs as your army
Keeps perfectly still
And maybe I'll find me a sailor
A tailor
And maybe together
We'll make mother well
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still
You showed me the meadow
And milkwood
And silkwood
And you would if I would
But you never would
So I chased down your posies
Your pansies in my hosies
Then opened my hands
And they were empty then
Off with Superfly
Sniffing a sharpie pen
Honey it's Bill and Ben
Off with Superfly
Counting your bees
Oh me honey like
One two three
The camera is rolling
It's easy like
One
Two
Three
And if there is a way to find you
I will find you
But will you find me if Neil
Makes me a tree
An afro a Pharoah
I can't go
You said so
And threads that are golden
Don't break easily
Blood Roses
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these gets me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat
Chickens get a taste of your meat
You gave him your blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after your dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
And I shaved every place where you been
I shaved every place where you been
God knows I've thrown away those graces
The belle of New Orleans tried to show me
Once how to tango
Wrapped around your feet
Wrapped around like good little roses
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Now you've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you
When chickens get a taste of your meat
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat
Father Lucifer
Father Lucifer
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to the rain
Tell me that you're still in love with that milkmaid
How's the lizzies
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging
Nothing gonna stop me from floating
Nothing gonna stop me from floating
He says he reckons I'm a watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from him
And then I run
He didn't see me watching
From the aeroplane
He wiped a tear
And then he threw away our appleseed
Nothing gonna stop me from floating
Everyday's my wedding day
Though baby's still in his comatose state
I'll die my own easter eggs
Don't go yet
And Beenie lost the sunset but that's but that's ok
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's grave
And girls that eat pizza but never gain weight
Father Lucifer you never looked so sane
Professional Widow
Slag pit
Stag shit
Honey bring it close to my lips
Yes
Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big boy
We gotta be big
Starfucker just like my daddy
Starfucker just like my daddy
Selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal make him feel like a congressman
It runs in the family
Rest your shoulders peaches and cream
Everywhere a Judas as far as you can see
Beautiful angel
Calling "we got every re-run of Muhammed Ali"
Prism perfect
Honey bring it close to your lips
Yes
What is termed a landslide of principle
Proportion boy it better be big boy
Starfucker just like my daddy
Starfucker just like my daddy
Selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal make him feel
Like a congressman
It runs in the family
Mother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
Mother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
Mr. Zebra
Hello Mr. Zebra
Can I have your sweater
Cause it's cold cold cold
In my hole hole hole
Ratatouille strychnine
Sometimes she's a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind
Hello Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on
She think's she's Kaiser Wilheim
Or a civilised syllabub
To blow your mind
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
Too bad the burial was premature she said
And smiled.
Marianne
Tuna
Rubber
A little blubber in my igloo
And I knew you pigtails and all
Girl when they fall
And they say Marianne killed herself
And I said not a chance
Don't you love the girls ladies babies
Old bags who say she was so pretty why
Why why why did she crawl down in the old
Deep ravine
C'mon pigtail girls and all those sailors
Get your bags and hold down won't you just
Hold down cause Ed is watching my every sound
I said
They're watching my every sound
The weasel squeaks faster than a seven day week
I said that Timmy and that purple monkey
Are all down
At bobby's house
Making themselves pesters and lesters and jesters and my
Traitors of kind
And I'm just having thoughts of Marianne
She could outrun the fastest slug
She could
Marianne
Quickest girl in the frying pan
Caught A Lite Sneeze
Caught a lite sneeze
Caught a lite breeze
Caught a lightweight lightning seed
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in the middle
And you're not here I need a big loan
From the girl zone
Building
Tumbling down didn't know our love was so small
Couldn't stand at all
Mr. St. John just bring your son
The spire is hot
And my cells can't feed
And you still got that belle
Dragging your foots
I'm hiding it well Sister Ernestine
But I still got that belle
Dragging my foots
Right on time you get closer
And closer
Called my name but there's no way in
Use that fame
Rent your wife and kids today
Maybe she will
Maybe she will caught a lite sneeze
Dreamed a little dream
Made my own pretty hate machine
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in the middle and you're not here
Boys in their dresses
And you're not here
I need a big loan from the girl zone
Muhammad My Friend
Muhammed my friend
It's time to tell the world
We boh know it was a girl back in Bethlehem
And on that fateful day
When she was crucified
She wore shiseido red and we drank tea
By her side
Sweet sweet
Used to be so sweet to me
Muhammed my friend
I'm getting very scared
Teach me how to love my brothers
Who don't know the law
And what about the deal on that flying trapeeze
Got a peanut butter hand
But honey do drop in at the
Dew Drop Inn
Sweet sweet
Between the bots and the bees
And moses I know
I know you've seen fire
But you've never seen fire
Until you've seen Pele blow
And I've never seen light
But I sure have seen gold
And gladys save a place for me
On your grapevine
Till I get my own TV show
Ashre ashre ashre ashre
And if I lose my Cracker Jacks at the
Tidal wave I got a place
In the Pope's rubber robe
Muhammed my friend
It's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl
Back in Bethlehem
Hey Jupiter
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that I never thought
That she could feel and
Hey Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought I wouldn't have to be
With you something new
Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my hearts soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess
Hey Jupiter
Nothings been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you wouldn't have to keep
With me
Hiding
Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn't choose between
The shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn't have to be
With you
A magazine
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you safe
Now we're through
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
Hey Jupiter
Way Down
Maybe I'm the afterglow
'Cause I'm with a band you know
Don't you hear the laughter on the way down
Yes I am the anchorman
Dining here with Son of Sam
Hear too much to chatter on the way down
Gonna meet a great, big star
Gonna drive his great, big car
Gonna have it all here on the way down
Way down
Way down
Way down
She knows
Way down
Way down
Way down
She knows
Little Amsterdam
Little Amsterdam
In a southern town
Hominy get it on the plate girl
Momma keep your head down
Momma it wasn't my bullet
Don't take me back to the range
I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
Girl you got to know there days
Which side your own
Momma got shit
She loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the sheriff's bed
She'd do anything to save her man
You see her olives are cold pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But momma
It wasn't my bullet
Round and a round and a round I go
Round and a round this time for keeps
Father only you can save my soul
And playing that organ must count
For something
Girl you got to know these days
Which side your on
Little Amsterdam
Shut down today
They buried her with a
Butter bean bouquet
And the sheriff now can't ride away
Like he said into the sunset
And I won't say
He shouldna paid
But momma
It wasn't my bullet
Talula
[He's chasing tornados,
I'm just waiting calmly
Chasing her, hey]
Congratulate you
Said you had a double tongue
Balancing cake and bread
Say goodbye to a glitter girl
Talula
Talula
You don't want to lose her
She must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
She's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little fig newton
Say goodbye to the old world
Ran into the henchman who severed
Anne Boleyn
He did it right quickly a merciful man
She said 1 + 1 is 2
But Henry said that it was 3
So it was
Here I am
Talula
Talula
I don't want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
She's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little fig newton
And Jamaica
Do you know what I have done
Mary m weaving on said
What you want is in the blood Senators
I got Big Bird on the fishing line
With a bit of a shout a bit of a shout
A bit of an angry snout
He's my favourite hooker of the whole bunch
And I know about his only bride
And how the Russians die on the ice
I got my rape hat on
Honey, but I always could accessorize
And I never cared too much for the money
But I know right now
That it's in God's hands
But I don't know who the Father is
Talula
Talula
I don't want to lose him
He must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
He's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little fig newton
Not The Red Baron
Not the Red Baron
Not Charlie Brown
Think I got the message figured
Another pilot down
And are their devils with halos
In beautiful capes
Taking them into the flames
Not Judy G
Not Jean Jean with a hallowed
Heart
I see that screen go
Down in the flames
With every step with every beautiful heel
Pointed
Not the Red Baron I'm sure
Not Charlie Brown's wonderful dog
Not anyone I really know
Just another pilot down
Maybe I'll just sing him a last
Little sound many there know some girls
With red ribbons
The prettiest
Red
Ribbons
Agent Orange
Gotta tell you what I heard
From Agent Orange
Mister Suntan
Mister Happy Man
Mister I know the girls on all the world tours
Mister Agent, yeah
He's my favorite
And they don't understand
He's got palm oil pants
Yes, he's down and there and everywhere
He's getting in too deep in this
Underwater city where she swims and swims
Doughnut Song
Had me a trick and a kick and your message
Well you'll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
Then thought that I could decipher your message
There's no one here dear
No one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time
This time
Maybe you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And southern men can grow gold
Can grow pertty
Blood can be pertty
Like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
That let's you in let's you in let's you in
Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night
You were a sun now with your very own
Devoted satellite
Happy for you
And I am sure that I hate you
Too sons too many too many able fires
And if I'm wasting all your time
This time
I think you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
In The Springtime Of His Voodoo
Standin' on a corner in Winslow, Arizona
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong song
2 girls, 65, got a piece
Tied up in the back seat
"Honey, we're recovering Christians"
In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
And right there for a minute
I knew you so well
Got an angry snatch
Girls you know what I mean
When swivelin' that hip doesn't do the trick
Me pureed sanitarily Mr. Sulu
Warp speed
Warp speed
Warp speed
In the springtime of his voodoo
Every road leads back to my door
Every road I will follow
Every road leads back to my door
Got all your crosses loaded
And I know she's not that
Foxy
Boys
I said I know she's not that
Foxy but
You gotta owe something sometimes
You gotta owe
When you're your momma's sunshine
You've got to give something sometimes
When you're the sweetest cherry
In an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes
In the springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
Putting The Damage On
Glue
Stuck to my shoes
Does anyone know why
You play with an orange rind
You say you packed my things
And divided what was mine
You're off to the mountain top
I say her skinny legs could use sun
But now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Don't make me scratch on you door
I never left you
For a banjo
I only just turned around for a poodle
And a corvette
And my impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
When you're putting the damage on
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost
Passing through
I said
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost passing through
It's just your ghost
Passing through
And now
I'm quite sure
There's a light in your platoon
I never seen a light move
Like yours
Can do to me
So now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
Cause boy you still look pretty
To me
But I've got a place to go
I've got a ticket to your late show
And I'm worrying cause even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Yes
When you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Twinkle
Sure that star can twinkle
And you're watching it do
Boy so hard
Boy so hard
But I know a girl
Twice as hard
And I'm sure
Said I'm sure she's watching it too
No matter what she's got in her right dresser
Tied
I know she's watching that star
Gonna twinkle
Gonna twinkle
Gonna twinkle
And last time I knew
She worked at an abbey in Iona
She said "I killed a man T
I've gotta stay hidden in this abbey"
But I can see that star
When she twinkles
And she twinkles
And I sure can
That means
I sure can
That means
I sure can
So hard
So hard
All songs written by Tori Amos. © 1996 Atlantic Recording Corporation for the United States and WEA International, Inc. for the world outide of the United States. All rights reserved.
