Under the Pink Era B-Sides
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Lyrics by Tori Amos Unless Otherwise Noted
Daisy Dead Petals, Home on the Range [Cherokee Edition], Honey, Sister Janet, Strange Fruit (see 'covers') |
Black Swan
Ride on, ride on
Gumdrops and saturdays
Ride on, ride on
Buttercups and fishing flies
Ride on, ride on now
Little green men do ok,
Ride on, ride on
ride on
Butterfly
Stinky soul get a little lost in my own
Daddy dear, if I can kill one man why not two?
got a pretty pretty garden
Daisy Dead Petals
Daisy dead petals, that is her name
Daisy dead petals, that is her name
Dancing on a dime
Falling down, falling down
And since we're down might as well stay
Home on the Range [Cherokee Edition]
Oh give me a home
Home on the range
Jackson made deals
Home on the range
We know it's not Caroline
Home on the range
Yeah, here
The white man came
Home on the range
Honey
A little dust never stopped me none
You're just to used to my honey now
And I think I could leave your world
You're just too used to my honey now
Don't bother coming down
Turn back one last time
And you know what you're doing
Sister Janet
Master Shamen I have come
All the angels all the wizards black and white
Sister Janet you have come
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friends of the black swan
ride on, ride on
do you know where she's gone
did Eric call, by the way
he knew, he knew
and he knew where the pillow goes
friends of the black swan
ride on, ride on
do you know where she's gone
the biggest thickest ever sky
I know they know something I know
friends of the black swan
ride on, ride on
do you know where she's gone
it's the fairies revenge they say
and gumdrops and saturdays
did Eric call by the way
friends of the black swan
Ride on, ride on
do you know where she's gone
ride on
ride on
Hey General, need a little love in that hole of yours
So one ways now and Saturdays now and our kittens
all wrapped in cement
From cradle to gumdrop
got me running girl as fast as I can
and is it right, Butterfly,
they like you better framed and dried
well, nurses smile when you got iron veins
you can't stain their pretty shoes.
and pompoms and cherry blondes
and their kittens still wrapped in cement
from God's saviors to gumdrops
got me running girl as fast as I can and
is it right, Butterly,
they like you better framed and dried
pretty garden, yes
got me a pretty pretty garden
a pretty garden, yes
got me a pretty pretty garden
a pretty garden
she's in the phone booth phase so
underneath the shade of a peppermint tray
she can turn it out with a heal on
she just rides into town
knowing what they'll say
knowing they're around the corner
got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places
so maybe she tastes like a hamburger maid, well
these dead petals, honey, brought me here
she said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here
hearing mother cry
maybe she's a-round the corner
got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places
on my back with
on my back with some dirty dishes
all over the river
falling down, falling down, falling down
wish what I'm feeling could go on like this forever
falling down, falling down, falling down
might as well fry some eggs
and wave to the shade of the peppermint tray
she's a new friend not a skeleton
to ride into town knowing what they'll say
knowing she tastes like a hamburger made but
these dead petals, honey, brought me here
She said, these dead petals, honey, brought me here
said these dead petals, honey, brought me here.
Traditional with Addition by Tori Amos
Where the buffalo roam
Where the dear and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And skies are not cloudy all day
A thief down to his heels
hello trail of tears
the Smokies could hide
a Cherokee bride
Her brave was shot yesterday
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And skies are not cloudy all day
Your home is your home
The range may be fine
For some but not in my eyes
the Smokies always hide
Cherokee bride
but in their eyes we know it's not Caroline
America
Here
America
Who discovered your ass?
"This land is my Land
this is your land" they say
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
he liked my shoes I kept them on
sometimes I can hold my tongue
sometimes not when you just
skip-to-loo my darlin
and you know what you're doin' so don't even
you're just to used to my honey
if she was the better girl
so when we died I tried to bribe the undertaker
cause I'm not sure
what you're doin or the reasons
you're just too used to my honey
I made a friend of the western sky
don't bother coming down
you always like your babies tight
love to watch those cowboys ride
but cowboys know cowgirls ride
on the Indian side
so don't even.
with my dolly from the shadow side
with a demon and an Englishman
I'm my mother
I'm my son
nobody else is slipping the blade in easy
nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade
are lighting candles in our hands
can you feel them touching hands before our eyes
and I can even see sweet Marianne
from the woman clothed with the sun
your veil is quietly becoming none
call the Wanderer he has gone
and all those up there are making it look so easy
with your perfect wings
a wing can cover all sorts of things
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