The musings of a crazy lady from Hamilton, Ohio. "Madwoman in the attic" is a reference to the book "Jane Eyre," and our world where we try to silence and "lock away" the mentally ill.
26 October 2020
24 October 2020
22 October 2020
My Tori Song
"Sleeps With Butterflies"
Take you away again
Are you flying
Above where we live
Then I look up a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night
I'm not but I like rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead
For you the acrobat
I won't push you unless you have a net
You say the word
You know I will find you
Or if you need some time
I don't mind
I don't hold on
To the tail of your kite
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly then boy
Balloons
Look good from on the ground
I fear with pins and needles around
We may fall then stumble
Upon a carousel
It could take us anywhere
I'm not like the girls that you've known
But I believe I'm worth coming home to
Kiss away night
This girl only sleeps with butterflies
With butterflies
With butterflies
So go on and fly boy
18 October 2020
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09 October 2020
08 October 2020
05 October 2020
16 Shades of Blue
16 Shades of Blue
Lyrics by Tori Amos
are you telling me it's over disintegrating lost and there's nothing I can do
before you drop another verbal bomb, can I arm myself
with Cézanne's 16 shades of blue
as my heart is slowly ripping into pieces
disconnecting from the circuits of my mind
"you'll get over it" you say "in time"
in time?
if the clocks are black absorbing everything but
a remembering how we made it that
clocks are black
you say "get over it if 50 is the new black, hooray this could be your lucky day"
but my cables they are surging almost over loading as you disengage
could your heart be slowly ripping into pieces
disconnecting from the circuits of your mind
"we'll get over it" you say "in time"
in time?
if the clocks are black absorbing everything but
a remembering how we made it that
clocks are black
"that's it you're done.
You've screwed up your life"
before you've begun
there are those who say
I am now too old to play
see over there at 33 she fears she'll lose her job
because they hear the ticking of her clock
at only 15 I said 15, they say her future's bleak
she should have started this at 3
as her heart is slowly ripping into pieces
disconnecting from the circuits of her mind
"she'll get over it" you say "in time"
in time? stop Father Time
if the clocks are black absorbing everything but
a remembering how we made it that
how our clocks are black
before you drop another verbal bomb
can I arm myself
with Cézanne's 16 shades of blue
03 October 2020
It's Over
Sorry sir, I stole your money
Sorry sir, I feelBut it's so, so twisted
So unreal
It was what I'd heard of
And what I didn't have
But I cannot give what I do not have
And I cannot take what I do not have
I can't take it
Don't stultify
Don't hold me high
Don't stultify
Don't hold me high
Too many things held precious
Too many things held dear;
That's what I hate
And that's what I fear
Too much to ask for
May leave me feeling lonely
But too little leaves me nothing, nothing
The drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said
"It's over, it's over, it's over, it is."
What do I wish for you, what do i wish?
It's over, it's over, it is
Are we still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was wet?
You can't give away certain things that you get
From the outside
To the inside
I couldn't tell you how it really was
There has to be more on one hand
Keep your head above water on the other, the other
The drone in your voice and the fly on the wall said
"It's over, it's over, it's over, it is."
What do I wish for you, what do i wish?
It's over, it's over, it is
Are we all still solemn and bleeding?
Are we still swimming to water that was already wet?
I can forgive, but I won't forget
I'll wish for you
I'll plead and I'll steal
Hold me precious, hold me dear
I'll wish for you
I'll sing and I'll feel
Don't stultify
Don't hold me high
Like a Gothic staple, a last goodbye
One way to float is if you die
And it's over, it's over, it's over
It's over, it's over, it's over
It's over, it's over
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