"Daisy Dead Petals" - Tori Amos
Here's a Tori song from More Pink: The B-Sides (an album I wish I officially owned, but only have burned onto a CD). All of these songs, especially this one in particular, makes me think of walking home from the bus stop in the rain and the smell of wet asphalt and yellow daisies.
I would pick them a block away from my house, pull the petals off one by one and scatter them over the small puddles with each step I made. Afterwards, I would feel bad for hurting them, even knowing that I would probably do it again on another rainy day. So I would just stand there, underneath my umbrella lost in thought on how I could be so cruel and feel so at peace with it at the same time.
Lyrics:
daisy dead petals
that is her name
she's in a phone booth phase, so
underneath the shade of a peppermint tray
she can turn it out with a heel 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
daisy dead petals
that is her name
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"
dancing on a dime,
hearing mother cry
maybe she's around the corner
got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places
on my back with
on my back with some dirty dishes
falling down, falling down
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...
and since we're down
might as well stay
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 maid, but
"these dead petals, honey, brought me here"
she said, "these dead petals, honey, brought me here"
http://www.hereinmyhead.com/collect/beesides/ddp.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/34990739@N08/4138150677/
http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/+images/24857063
Here's a Tori song from More Pink: The B-Sides (an album I wish I officially owned, but only have burned onto a CD). All of these songs, especially this one in particular, makes me think of walking home from the bus stop in the rain and the smell of wet asphalt and yellow daisies. I would pick them a block away from my house, pull the petals off one by one and scatter them over the small puddles with each step I made. Afterwards, I would feel bad for hurting them, even knowing that I would probably do it again on another rainy day. So I would just stand there, underneath my umbrella lost in thought on how I could be so cruel and feel so at peace with it at the same time.
Lyrics:
daisy dead petals
that is her name
she's in a phone booth phase, so
underneath the shade of a peppermint tray
she can turn it out with a heel 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
daisy dead petals
that is her name
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"
dancing on a dime,
hearing mother cry
maybe she's around the corner
got a crack in
got a crack in some strange places
on my back with
on my back with some dirty dishes
falling down, falling down
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...
and since we're down
might as well stay
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 maid, but
"these dead petals, honey, brought me here"
she said, "these dead petals, honey, brought me here"
http://www.hereinmyhead.com/collect/beesides/ddp.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/34990739@N08/4138150677/
http://www.last.fm/music/Tori+Amos/+images/24857063
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