Saturday, February 19, 2005

Lyrics to "The Power of Orange Knickers" by Tori Amos

The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
Under my petty coat
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 laughin'
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
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Since yesterday afternoon, this song has been my pleasant "terrorist" because I cannot stop listening to it. It has derailed me from doing anything productive. I'm enslaved by the melody, by Damien Rice who sings the song with her, by the idea of who and what can be our own personal terrorists: ex-boyfriends, current infatuations, songs, obsessions, unwanted attention, space-invaders, immoral thoughts, leaders, anything. There is indeed a very strong power in these orange knickers. I think I'll keep them on a while.

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