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Tori Amos' words on "The Power Of Orange Knickers" from her book Piece by Piece
I started to think about the word terrorist. It's a word you hear several times a day now. I started to think about what being a terrorist can mean in different situations. I wanted to explore the realm of personal invasion. Now this would be an invasion by someone you know personally, not a stranger. We all know about strangers being filled with hatred- strangers who lash out against a government or an ideal. As a result, this stranger kills innocent people, tragically, people you may know personally. But when there is an intimacy between two people and one person starts to feel invaded by the other person, that is personalized terrorism. As we all know, the battleground between two lovers, or two friends, or two coworkers can be vicious. Painful. Heartbreaking. And bloody. I started to think about the weapons that might be used in this kind of battle, and as I kept digging for an answer, I stumbled into the Realm of Assonance. I started to think, Okay, what is the paradox of terrorist? And Assonance, that beautiful creature, came to my aid and whispered, "Kiss." And sure enough, we have all felt invaded by a lingering kiss, good or ill. But I had to find terrorism not just in a relationship of a couple- representing two divided Beings- but within one Being. After all, isn't that the ultimate discovery, the ultimate pain- division within the self, the soul from the body, the mind from the heart, wisdom from consciousness, the addiction from the cure, the two Marts....divided?
The lyrics started to come to me quickly....
This song came on tonight, and I was reading that tonight, and it really does just fit with how I've been feeling lately. Division within myself, but with others as well. Invasions that i don't want, that scare the crap out of me keep sprouting out everywhere. I have my walls up for a reason, so these people can't get in. But they found a way. What do I do now? I could go into detail, I could, but it would be rehashing other stuff you've all heard before. Or something. I don't know. If you really want to know, I think the best thing would be to ask. And now I leave you with the lyrics, and a download link. Enjoy.
The Power of Orange Knickers by Tori Amos (featuring Damien Rice)
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces?
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this?
This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss
Am I alone in this...
A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain living
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this -
That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss
Am I alone in this...
Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you've had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand or this secret kiss
Am I alone in this kiss
Am I alone in this kiss
Song Download Here~
I started to think about the word terrorist. It's a word you hear several times a day now. I started to think about what being a terrorist can mean in different situations. I wanted to explore the realm of personal invasion. Now this would be an invasion by someone you know personally, not a stranger. We all know about strangers being filled with hatred- strangers who lash out against a government or an ideal. As a result, this stranger kills innocent people, tragically, people you may know personally. But when there is an intimacy between two people and one person starts to feel invaded by the other person, that is personalized terrorism. As we all know, the battleground between two lovers, or two friends, or two coworkers can be vicious. Painful. Heartbreaking. And bloody. I started to think about the weapons that might be used in this kind of battle, and as I kept digging for an answer, I stumbled into the Realm of Assonance. I started to think, Okay, what is the paradox of terrorist? And Assonance, that beautiful creature, came to my aid and whispered, "Kiss." And sure enough, we have all felt invaded by a lingering kiss, good or ill. But I had to find terrorism not just in a relationship of a couple- representing two divided Beings- but within one Being. After all, isn't that the ultimate discovery, the ultimate pain- division within the self, the soul from the body, the mind from the heart, wisdom from consciousness, the addiction from the cure, the two Marts....divided?
The lyrics started to come to me quickly....
This song came on tonight, and I was reading that tonight, and it really does just fit with how I've been feeling lately. Division within myself, but with others as well. Invasions that i don't want, that scare the crap out of me keep sprouting out everywhere. I have my walls up for a reason, so these people can't get in. But they found a way. What do I do now? I could go into detail, I could, but it would be rehashing other stuff you've all heard before. Or something. I don't know. If you really want to know, I think the best thing would be to ask. And now I leave you with the lyrics, and a download link. Enjoy.
The Power of Orange Knickers by Tori Amos (featuring Damien Rice)
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petticoat
The power of listening to what
You don't want me to know
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces?
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this?
This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss
Am I alone in this...
A matter of complication
When you become a twist
For their latest drink
As they're transitioning
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain living
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this -
That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss
Am I alone in this...
Shame shame time to leave me now
Shame shame you've had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand or this secret kiss
Am I alone in this kiss
Am I alone in this kiss
Song Download Here~
