Wednesday, September 22, 2004

SEPTEMBER 22, 2004 (WEDNESDAY)

This is one of my most favoritest of Tori Amos' songs because she's so playful in this one. Even the piano does that skippy-light dance that makes me imagine fairies dancing on ivory keys. The song makes me imagine of little girls whirling around in the snow, for some strange reason.

Happy Phantom
Tori Amos

And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go chasing the nuns out in the yard
And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
And I will never need umbrellas in the rain

I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
And the atrocities of school I can forgive
The happy phantom has no right to bitch

(Oooh) The time is getting closer
(Oooh) Time to be a ghost
(Oooh) Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we’ve been?

So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearing my naughties like a jewel
They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand

And then these seven little men get up to dance
They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to sin

(Oooh) The time is getting closer
(Oooh) Time to be a ghost
(Oooh) Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we’ve been?

Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back?
You found a girl that you could truly love again
Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see?

(Oooh) The time is getting closer
(Oooh) Time to be a ghost
(Oooh) Every day we're getting closer
The sun is geting dim
Will we pay for who we’ve been?

And if I die today…
Chasing nuns out in the yard
La la la la la la

Prayer

iwanttobesaneandwholeagaingodpleaseletmefalldownonsomethingsoftandfluffylikeclouds
orpillowsbecauseidontknowhowlongicanstandtobelikethisintheblankzonewhereicanfeelnothing
wherenotevenpiecesofbrokenchinacancutjaggedpiecesoffabricofrealityandjustplease
sometimesiwonderifthisisjustagreathugelessononrealityandiwanttotellyouthatitsenough
becauseiwanttolearntoloveagain.

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