Their Ideas are Fried in Fat

Posse Bonus - Tori Amos

This is your posse bonus
This is your extra
This is your posse bonus
Because I like you

This is your posse bonus
This is your extra
This is your posse bonus
‘cause I like you

Because I like you
‘cause I like you
porcupine
burrow your way
to freedom

This is your posse bonus
This is your extra
This is your posse bonus
‘cause I like you

Eat your greens
Feed your head
Mind the doubts
they harvest them
Broccoli
Feed your head
Their ideas
are fried in fat

This is your posse bonus
This is your extra
This is your posse bonus
‘cause I like you

Because I like you
‘cause I like you
porcupine
burrow your way
to freedom

You say you’re not bothered
to lie beneath pigs
then go on Laura
here’s a flower for your grave

This is your posse bonus
This is your extra
This is your posse bonus
‘cause I like you
I like you
I like you

I-I-I

"Big Wheel" by Tori Amos

I've been on the other side
Got my lips smacked
Now they're dry
Then you call me
Call me in

You think I am your possession
You're messing with a Southern girl
But my recipe is on
With your stale bread
Yeah it's hot

But baby I don't need your cash
So baby maybe I'll let your
Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw your shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash you away boy
Let's go

I've been on my knees
But you're so hard to please
Did you take me
Take me in
So you are a superstar
Get off the cross
We need the wood

Somehow you will rise
But with attitude
I know honey you're a pro
But baby I don't need your cash
Momma got it all in hand now

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
You go turn that whiskey into rain
Wash it away
Wash it away boy
Wash you away now

Gimme-8
Gimme-7
Gimme-6
Gimme-5
Gimme-4
Gimme-3
I-I-I am a M-I-L-F
Don't you forget
M-I-L-F
Don't you forget
M-I-L-F
Don't you forget
Baby I don't need your cash
So baby maybe I'll let your

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw that shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain

Big wheel turn my fantasy
Don't you throw your shade on me
I've been drinking down your pain
I'm gonna turn that whiskey into rain
I'm gonna turn your whiskey
Boy into rain
Wash you away
Wash you away boy
Wash you down
Big wheel

Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams by Tori Amos (Guess what this one's about?)

Who's your Daddy
"Lies everywhere"
Said the Father to the son
You're peppermint breath
Gonna choke him to death
Daddy, watch your little black sheep run
He's got knives in his back
Everytime he opens up
You say "He gotta be strong if wou want to be a man"
Mr. I don't know how you can have
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams

Land land of Liberty we're run
By a constipated man
When you live in the past
You refuse to see
When your daughter comes home nine months pregnant
With five billion points of light
Gonna shine them on the face of your friends
They've got the earth in a sling
The world on her knees
They've even got your zipper
Between their teeth
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
You say you have 'em
I say that you're a liar
Sweet dreams

Sweet dreams
Go on and dream
Your house is on fire

Well well summer wind
Been catching up with me
"Elephant mind missy you don't have
You're forgettin
To fly darlin' when you sleep"
I got hazy lazy susan
Takin turns all over my dreams
I got lizards and snakes
Runnin' through my body
Funny how they all have my face
Sweet dreams
You say you have 'em
I say that you're a liar
Sweet dreams
Sweet dreams
Go on and dream
Your house is on fire
Sweet dreams

Real Men

But now and then we wonder who the real men are...





"Real Men" by Tori Amos

Take your mind back
I don't know when
Sometime when it always seemed to be just us and them
Girls that wore pink
And boys that wore blue
Boys that always grew up better men than me and you

What's a man now
What's a man mean
Is he rough or is he rugged
Cultural and clean

Now it's all changed
It's got to change more
We think it's getting better but nobody's really sure

And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmm
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmmM
Ahh-ahh-ahhhhh-ah

See the nice boys
Dancing in pairs
Golden earring golden tan, blow-wave in the hair

Sure they're all straight
Straight as a line
All the guys are macho, see their leather shine

You don't want to sound dumb
Don't want to offend
So don't call me a faggot, not unless you are a friend

Then if you're tall
Handsome and strong
You can wear the uniform, and I could play along

And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmm
Mmmhmmmm -- MhmmMmmmM
Ahh-ahh-ahhhhh-ah

Time to get scared
Time to change plan
Don't know how to treat a lady, don't know how to be a man

Time to admit
What you call defeat
Cause there's women running past you now, and you just drag your feet

Man makes a gun
Man goes to war
Man can kill, and man can drink, and man can take a whore

Kill all the blacks
Kill all the reds
If there's war between the sexes, then there'll be no people left

And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are
And so it goes - go round again
But now and then we wonder who the real men are

Happy Easter / Oestre / Ishtar

"Well I think the good book is missing some pages."

The naughtiest Easter song ever. Feel the word.



"Icicle" - Tori Amos

Icicle icicle
Where are you going
I have a hiding place
When spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me
I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down

Greeting the monster in our easter dresses
Father says bow your head like the good book says
Well I think the good book is missing some pages
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down

And when my hand touches myself
I can finally rest my head
And when they say take of his body
I think I'll take from mine instead

Getting off
Getting off
While they're all downstairs
Singing prayers
Sing away
He's in my pumpkin p.j.'s
Lay your book on my chest
Feel the word
Feel the word
Feel the word
The word feel it

I could have
I should have
I could have flown
You know I could have
I should have
I didn't.... so...

Icicle Icicle
Where are you going
I have a hiding place when spring marches in
Will you keep watch for me I hear them calling
Gonna lay down
Gonna lay down