yes, anastasia

I know what you want the magpies have come
if you know me so well then tell me which hand I use

Make them go
make it go

Saw her there in a restaurant
Poppy don't go
I know your mother is a good one
but Poppy don't go
I'll take you home
show me the things I've been missin
show me the ways I forgot to be speaking
show me the ways to get back to the garden
show me the ways to get around the get around
show me the ways to button up buttons
that have forgotten they're buttons
well we can't have that
forgetting that

girls girls what have we done to ourselves
driving on the vine
over clothes lines
but officer I saw the sign
thought I'd been through this in 1919
counting the tears of ten thousand men
and gathered them all
but my feet are slipping
there's something we left on the windowsill
there's something we left yes

We'll see how brave you are
we'll see how fast you'll be running
we'll see how brave you are
yes, Anastasia
and all your dollies have friends

Thought she deserved no less than she'd give
well happy birthday
her blood's on my hands
it's kind of a shame cause I did like that dress
it's funny the things that you find in the rain
the things that you find, yes
in the mall and in the date mines
in the knots still in her hair
on the bus I'm on my way down, on my way down
all the girls seem to be there

we'll see how brave you are
oh yes, we'll see how fast you'll be running
we'll see how brave you are
we'll seeeee!
we'll see how brave you
oh yes, we'll see how fast you'll be running
we'll see how brave you are
yes, anastasia

Come along now little darlin'
come along now with me
come along now little darlin'
we'll see how brave you are


ok, so this song is probably my favorite. tori. song. ever. the need to deal with your own shit, regardless of how you got there or who put you there...it doesn't matter. you still need to deal with your own realities and work with them rather than let them work against you.

so, like, i'm procrastinating on my work and this song pops into my earphones and i just can't express how much i love the song for being a motivating force. and speaking of which...

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I like that song also

I love this song too.

oooh. great song do "Blood Roses" next

Blood roses, blood roses
Back on the street now
Blood roses, blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never said
On days like this starts me thinking when
When Chickens get a piece of your meat, girl
When Chickens get a piece of your meat, yes

aaah

You gave him your blood
And your warm little diamond
He likes killing you after you're dead
You think I'm a queer
I think you're a queer
Said, I think you're a queer
I think you're a queer
I shaved every place where you been
I said, I shaved every place where you been
yes
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces
God knows I know I've thrown away those graces!

The belle of New Orleans
Tried to show me once how to tango
Wrapped around your feet
Wrapped around like good little roses

Blood roses, blood roses
Back on the street now, now, now, now
You've cut out the flute
From the throat of the loon
At least when you cry now
He can't even hear you

When chickens get a taste of your meat, girl
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. c'mon
When he sucks you deep, yes
Sometimes you're nothing but meat

ok, so i just love her euphemisms for things vaginal! "tuna rubber, a little blubber in my igloo" and "warm little diamond" may be my two favorites.
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