Wednesday, March 19, 2008

until you could taste heaven perfectly

To avoid a embarrassing effusion on the subject, I was simply going to post Tori Amos' "Sorta Fairytale" in its entirety which I think roughly sums it up. It turns out I have already referred to the song twice in this blaaag, which is worth noting.

Now, unlike my mother, who claims Mick Jagger sends her signals throught the radio, I am not quite so superstitious about musical signs, but "Sorta Fairytale" has be something of a running soundtrack for the past three months. It just keeps popping up. If you're not enough of a know-it-all like me to google it now, I will give you the brief biography of the song.

Tori Amos' own description of the story goes like this: The protagonist Scarlet meets guy, immediately and deeply believes him to be her soulmate ("and I knew then, it would be a lifelong thing, but I didn't think we could break a silver lining"), they take off on the epic American West road trip, and somewhere along the line discover their insurmountable differences and end up going their own ways. The serendipitous meeting and the subsequent falling out make the tale an incomplete love story, or sorta fairytale.


Once I'm sure of something I am awfully hard to dissuade and once I've decided someone is great I'll go kicking and screaming all the way before I admit I was mistaken. I fight hard to keep my promises, and I made a big one. So it is with the deepest disillusionment with my own powers of persuasion and whatever cosmic forces who govern such things that I quit.



and i'm so sad
a sorta fairytale with you

1 comment:

M said...

I know how you feel, Miss Priss. I have my own favorite song of late but it's almost embarassing to admit though unfortunately it strikes a tune with me. Crappy pop.