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Tori Amos

Monday, 2. October 2006, 14:03:39

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I found this singer yesterday - and I am amused. Yes, I do confess - it was not exactly "found", because I know her name at least from Raymond The Alanis' Fan's page, and she was also mentioned in Reflex's Music section... Well, I downloaded her Best Of Collection at about 15:40 - and since then, I keep listening to her beautiful voice and strange long pronunciation. (With an exception dedicated to Muse & Ufajr, because they are on actual playlist too... erm :smile:)

So, if you meet me this week with headphones on my ears with a stupid smile or find me speaking melancholically, it is because of her. Yea, Fifth is definitely right - in my case, I'm convinced, shee is the reason of my mood.

Wonder if I will wander out
Test my tether to
See if I'm still free
From you

Steady as it comes
Right down
To you
I've said it all
So maybe we're a Bliss
Of another kind
~ Tori Amos, Bliss

Guess who I'm talking about.

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Talk to me about productivity... whee, new song

Tuesday, 19. September 2006, 15:08:09

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I finally remembered I wrote a song while I was in Norway (yeah, that's a huuge gap that should have been properly documented in here, I apologise, I was really, really lazy) and when I had a second look on it, it came to me that it is not that bad as others made by me. Therefore, I post it.

(Ironically, I learnt what does the word 'emo' mean after I wrote that, strange...)

Would you like a little cup of tea?
It's just for you, it's not for me
Would you like some sugar or our salt
So you'd better understand what's to be told?

Would you like a glass of lemonade?
It's for you, not for me nor my maid
Don't you suck it that's what others tend (to do)
But you should understand

(Oh just watch my lips and focus on what I'm saying
Oh calm your fingertips and let that weapon laying)

Would you like a certain instant death
It's important 'cause I'll be sad
'cause death was in tea and lemonade
And now you have ten minutes to... make your last will

Because I did love ya love ya love ya love ya
But also hated ya hated ya hated ya hated ya
And that controversy in my soul
Makes me sure I'll be never whole, oh

And that's why I poisoned your drinks
And that's why I gave you junk food
That's why my words were kissings
Why I did what was ordered by your mood
That's why you're dying in pain
That's why you'll sleep in grave
That's why it's such acid rain
But stop, I think you've understand

Because I adored you so
And hated you enough
To make you my foe
Against this honest love
And fighting you that cowardly
Should be last piece to my coffin
And if I'm dead already
I'll never find the peace within...

Do you want a little cup of tea?
(Oh well not for you, just for me.)

Well, still, I fear it belongs to that "wannabe poetry" cathegory. However, it may not. And I am still not sure, which does not apply for other lyrics :wink: Just comment it to make me happy, please.

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Break-through

Saturday, 8. July 2006, 08:39:06

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Yeah, discovery of the year.

During the worst inventive vacuum ever (and with this I do not mean vacuum consisting of invention, but a space where invention is not at all... Sometimes English sucks - or my grammar sucks, more likely) I inserted Chicago (see previous blogpost) into CD player and...

Well, I know it is supposed to be torture. But I went through this period, and when I have a head full of awkward (displeasing might be more accurate) thoughts, and I hear the first verse...

You know our love was meant to be
The kind of love that lasts forever
And I need you here with me
From tonight until the end of time
~ Chicago, You're The Inspiration [whole lyrics])

...brain just switches off, smoothly. And as the images of revenge evaporate, you can compose whatever you want, because Chicago shouts romantic foobars in your ears so world does not really interfere into your creativeness, and you can compose it for as long as the tape lasts. (Not even trumpet solos matter, really.) And that is such a funny fact that my mood is much better :devil:

I have an idea of tragedy, really good tragedy, and I am up to write it down. (Such a contrasty sentence, mmm.) I am sure it'll be a break-through. Chicago will assist me, then I can commit my juicy suicide, of course.

And meanwhile I am going to go to the camp where I intent to prove myself that horse are that bad. And meet new acquaintances (I looked this word up, I was cheating, I confess!), that can, with a bit of luck, lead into friendship or even... friendship p: (I mentioned I'll be probably one of the male minority, that will consist of two people, didn't I?) And if I can prove I am even a bit more lucky, I won't die from hunger. So au revoir again :smile:

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