"Precious Things" - Tori Amos
This is the only something out there that reminds me of only ME.
I feel that Tori isn't really singing about what's precious to her, but frankly the not-so-precious. It's obvious when you hear it. It's an angry girl rant about the sh*t that gets to her the most. So in honor of this, I decided to vent about my own peeves if you will. Some you may know, some you won't, but I guarantee you one thing, this was one post that I didn't find difficult to write.
My Petty, Little List:
Messy rooms, unmade beds, cluttered desks, a full hamper, dirt, dust, clothes piled high on a chair, dirty dishes left in the sink, clanging silverware, cats mating, lawnmowers, loud gossip that I'm not a part of, unanswered texts, telemarketers, missed deadlines, using "your" when it's supposed to be "you're," cigarette ash, the smell of Peets' coffee seeping into my knit sweater, non-fat anything, orange juice, chipped nails, unplucked eyebrows, gaining weight, bra straps falling to the side in the middle of the day, blow drying my hair, an itch I can't scratch, a dream I can't catch, hot weather, the sun, sand, cramps, having to pee constantly, bad customer service, whiny b*tches, guys with no game, lies, lack of conversation, bland food, bland people, dumb people, uninspired people, people who walk on their bare feet, bug bites, spiders, pretty much any type of bug that can crawl into my nose while I sleep, sweat, fake smiles, cold feet, "Charlie hairs," steep hills, too many stairs, unfinished projects, laziness, empty promises, unoriginality, high prices for low quality stuff, fees I can't argue my way out of, bright colors, nightmares, hating what's good for me, loving what's bad for me, biting my lip and waiting for it to heal, paper cuts, writer's block, having songs deleted from my playlist, tummy aches, muscle spasms, powdered creamer, every kind of sugar except Equal, peas and carrots, melting ice cream, luke-warm water, empty ice cube trays in the freezer, cold rice, letting the things I can't control get to me, not paying enough attention to the little things that matter most to me, resisting temptation, repeating myself, spelling errors, putting things together, following instructions, not following my instinct, being unproductive, early mornings, traffic, road rage, flying on a plane, motion sickness, watching the news, seeing the same Mini on the road next to me, long drives, getting lost, going in circles in so many ways, being in the dark in every sense of the word, time, a broken heart, losing something special, children I love but I can't see, knowing that you want to call, but you don't...knowing that you want to make things right, but you won't...thinking of too many "what ifs" that I'm forgetting about what is...
Lyrics:
So I ran faster
But you caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick, sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/toriamos/preciousthings.html
http://www.ugo.com/music/the-top-11-songs-about-winter?page=3
This is the only something out there that reminds me of only ME.
I feel that Tori isn't really singing about what's precious to her, but frankly the not-so-precious. It's obvious when you hear it. It's an angry girl rant about the sh*t that gets to her the most. So in honor of this, I decided to vent about my own peeves if you will. Some you may know, some you won't, but I guarantee you one thing, this was one post that I didn't find difficult to write.
My Petty, Little List:
Messy rooms, unmade beds, cluttered desks, a full hamper, dirt, dust, clothes piled high on a chair, dirty dishes left in the sink, clanging silverware, cats mating, lawnmowers, loud gossip that I'm not a part of, unanswered texts, telemarketers, missed deadlines, using "your" when it's supposed to be "you're," cigarette ash, the smell of Peets' coffee seeping into my knit sweater, non-fat anything, orange juice, chipped nails, unplucked eyebrows, gaining weight, bra straps falling to the side in the middle of the day, blow drying my hair, an itch I can't scratch, a dream I can't catch, hot weather, the sun, sand, cramps, having to pee constantly, bad customer service, whiny b*tches, guys with no game, lies, lack of conversation, bland food, bland people, dumb people, uninspired people, people who walk on their bare feet, bug bites, spiders, pretty much any type of bug that can crawl into my nose while I sleep, sweat, fake smiles, cold feet, "Charlie hairs," steep hills, too many stairs, unfinished projects, laziness, empty promises, unoriginality, high prices for low quality stuff, fees I can't argue my way out of, bright colors, nightmares, hating what's good for me, loving what's bad for me, biting my lip and waiting for it to heal, paper cuts, writer's block, having songs deleted from my playlist, tummy aches, muscle spasms, powdered creamer, every kind of sugar except Equal, peas and carrots, melting ice cream, luke-warm water, empty ice cube trays in the freezer, cold rice, letting the things I can't control get to me, not paying enough attention to the little things that matter most to me, resisting temptation, repeating myself, spelling errors, putting things together, following instructions, not following my instinct, being unproductive, early mornings, traffic, road rage, flying on a plane, motion sickness, watching the news, seeing the same Mini on the road next to me, long drives, getting lost, going in circles in so many ways, being in the dark in every sense of the word, time, a broken heart, losing something special, children I love but I can't see, knowing that you want to call, but you don't...knowing that you want to make things right, but you won't...thinking of too many "what ifs" that I'm forgetting about what is...
Lyrics:
So I ran faster
But you caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me
He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that
Sick, sick, holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me come
That doesn't make you Jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things let them break
Their hold over me
I remember
Yes in my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of ever nice girl
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/toriamos/preciousthings.html
http://www.ugo.com/music/the-top-11-songs-about-winter?page=3
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