I'll sing to the sun in the sky. I'll sing to the sun rises high. Carnival time is here- magical time of year. And as the time draws near, dreams fill
Stinky soul, get a little lost in my own. Hey... General, need a little love in that, that hole of yours. Well, one ways, now, and Saturdays, And our
Maybe I didn't like to hear, But I still can't believe Speed Racer is dead. So then I thought I'd make some plans, But Fire thought she'd really rather
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 heal on,
Ah-ah-ah-ah, ha... Ah-ah-ah, yeaha... mmhumm. Ah-ha, ah-ah ah... ah-ah-ah laha... owm. In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane, I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain... oh, I can see Daniel waving goodbye. God, it looks like Daniel
Robert Plant, (Tori Amos): Down by the seaside, (By the seaside...) See 'em boats go sailin'. Can the people hear, (The people hear... yes...) What the
It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now to see if you're better. New York is cold, but I like where I'm living. There's music
Orchestrated- no lyrics. Music by Patrick Doyle. Vocalizations by Tori Amos: Hi, ha-hi hi... hi, ha... hi. (I...) mmm... huh, (ow) ow, ha, ha-hi hi.
can't see... 'Cause they can't see... Are you still out there? Whow... whow... whow-whow... TORI They can't see... Are you still out there? Hoh... whow... whoh... HIGH TORI
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling, From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying. 'Tis
What I dream I had, pressed in organdy, Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy, Softer than the rain. I wandered empty streets down past the shop displays
Hmm... She needs to sleep like the ocean, She needs to dream like that boy down in stratum. Don't know where he's about, but I'm sure he knows one-armed
Shw, I'm gonna be Gary's girl. Six in the morning, my hands are roaming cause I'm Gary's girl. There's a little bit of heaven on 92-7 when you're Gary
Fight, I could fight with the best and I never was on the fence. Laugh, I could laugh when I heard the guitar of the circus man. When I was dreaming,
Papa, I know there's a frog on my toe, Maybe I'll call him Jethro. Maybe I'll grow up to be wise, as good as he. And maybe I'll come back after you're
Assholes are cheap today (assholes are cheap today). Cheaper than yesterday (cheaper than yesterday). Small ones are a half a crown (small ones are a
Here... I said, Don't even let this go, and it's, hey... to that old man. I'm coming in the graveyard with my little tune. It's June, I said. She's gone