Never Seen Blue is sharp, full of imagery - the blues he drives, her pretty silver gown, the red lines and the red he proudly wears. It’s a song she said was written about Mark (“he’s no white knight - the same guy that I’m not supposed to talk about”) - whoever she’s speaking to, he certainly seems to pierce her to her core
… in and around and through me again ….
Tori Amos
My Favorite Things
Originally from The Sound of Music (1959 musical, 1965 film)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad
“This reference to the Scots side of her ancestry is the first of two visual explorations into Tori Amos’s diverse cultural past. As is the case for many of us, Tori’s ancestry is a mix of races and religions, philosophies and professions, fortunes and foibles. What to some may seem like a family tree grown wild and untamed is actually a mighty oak that has weathered life’s many storms and can still put out a rare and beautiful blossom like Tori.”
—Kevyn Aucoin, Face Forward
“..There is an education to be found in any one line of Tori’s music. Her lyrics read like lessons in life. But her gifts range far beyond vocal and songwriting skills. As one of the most compassionate people I have ever known, she has a magical, near mystic presence that deeply affects everyone she touches. Tori’s mother’s paternal and maternal ancestors are registered on the eastern Cherokee tribal rolls and fled into the Smoky Mountains to rebel against the Trail of Tears. With Tori, it’s not hard to see the bloodlines. I’ve renamed Tori Ton’ingina (from the Omaha Tribe, Inshta’cunda clan), which translates into “new moon coming.” Tori, in you the new moon comes and the warm sun rises.”
—Kevyn Aucoin, Face Forward
