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I like the new Tori Amos album. Nothing quite grabs me the way that Little Earthquakes did, but I wonder if it wasn't the music as much as the music hitting me at a particular time in my life when I needed her. It was an impressionable time when I was leaving one life behind and starting another - new people, new opportunities, new freedom. It was a time when I was looking for direction from strangers while wanting to make my own way at the same time. It was a time for loudly, passionately singing out in my Monte Carlo while I drove home late at night by myself after a night with "friends" who I'd later have the strength to leave, them not really being friends at all.
Either way, I do like this new album. For quotes today, I bring you the lyrics to "Toast"
I thought it was Easter time the way the light rose, rose that morning.
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope ropes to climb over mountains
and to pull myself out of a landslide of a landslide
I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of the wood burning
She with her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle, she would meet you there
In the winter Butter yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir
I raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me its time to raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me its time
To let you go
Let you go
I thought I'd see you again
You said you might do
Maybe in a carving
In a cathedral
Somewhere in Barcelona
Either way, I do like this new album. For quotes today, I bring you the lyrics to "Toast"
I thought it was Easter time the way the light rose, rose that morning.
Lately you've been on my mind
You showed me the rope ropes to climb over mountains
and to pull myself out of a landslide of a landslide
I thought it was harvest time
You always loved the smell of the wood burning
She with her honey hair
Dalhousie Castle, she would meet you there
In the winter Butter yellow
The flames you stirred
Yes, you could stir
I raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me its time to raise a glass
Make a toast
A toast in your honor
I hear you laugh and beg me not to dance
'cause on your right standing by is Mr. Bojangles
With a toast he's telling me its time
To let you go
Let you go
I thought I'd see you again
You said you might do
Maybe in a carving
In a cathedral
Somewhere in Barcelona