"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 crac...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.