The Writerly Habit

This blog is about my struggles to get into the habit of writing regularly.

Tori Amos


Tori Amos in concert, American Doll Posse tour


Well, I finished my 1,000 words for the day so I'm getting ready to write my next note. Today I'm writing Tori Amos. I know, she's a musician so not exactly what you were expecting. But have you ever heard one of her songs? The lyrics are pure poetry. She's one of the main artists I listen to when I'm writing. Here are a few of my favorites:

Blood Roses

Blood roses ,Blood roses
Back on the street now
Blood roses,Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like these starts me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your meat girl
Chickens get a taste of your meat yes

You gave him you blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every place where you been boy
I said I shaved every place where you been yes

God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces
God knows I've thrown away
Those graces
God knows I know
I've thrown away those graces

The Belle of New Orleans tried to show me
Once how to tango
Wrapped around you feet
Wrapped around like good little roses

Blood Roses, Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Blood Roses, Blood Roses
Back on the street now
Now, 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 girl
Come on, Come on, Come on
Come on, Come on, Come on
Come on, Come on, Come on
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat

Sugar


Don't say morning's come
Don't say it's up to me
If I could take twenty five minutes
Out of the record books
Sugar, he brings me Sugar

Bobby's collecting bees
And hammers, he used one on me
Cold war with little boys
Get in with a bubble gum trade and

Sugar, bring me Sugar
And all the robins bring, bring me many things but
Sugar, he brings me Sugar
As far as I can tell
I've been gone for miles now

You know, and I know I don't know me very well
And I know, and you know if they found me out
Sugar, he brings me Sugar
I know the robins bring, they bring me many things
But Sugar, he brings me Sugar

Caught a Lite Sneeze

Caught a lite sneeze,
Caught a lite breathe,
Caught a light weight 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 you 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

I know, they're a bit messy. I wasn't about to type them all in so I pasted them from various lyric websites. Her music is wonderful, you can check it out here. I recommend Boys For Pele, Under the Pink, and Little Earthquakes. Check out the song Flying Dutchman while you're at it. It's fantastic. I'll let you know if I hear back from her.

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