Iiee

“Some of you know that we like really good wine. So, I wasn’t sure if um the things i was seeing was from that or if they were really happening. It was a strange time. I had just um, I had a bad pregnancy and I lost a baby. And um, I started seeing this vision of this little boy everywhere I went. And we knew it wasn’t a little boy, so I really didn’t know who he was. And uh, the wine really wasn’t that good, you know what I mean. So um, I would close my eyes when he would appear. And I would follow him. And he would say things like, ‘come here (whispers jumbled stuff)’. And I would um go. And we had this 1959 convertible and he was a Zoonie boy, Zoonie were pueblo boy. And he would just um, stand in the back of the car with his arms like this. And we would drive for hours and hours and hours. And I would sit there and I didn’t know where we were going. But when we would get there, nobody would be alive. So um, it was a strange thing. It was like being in, i don’t know, a bad Dustin Hoffman killer virus movie. And I didn’t know what we were supposed to do. So we would leave the town. And he would tell me to build a campfire..um and I’m an arsonist though, I really like that bit. So I would build this thing and he would start dancing. And um he would say, ‘you know, we failed today but we have to go to the next town tomorrow’. And uh, this happened over and over and over again and we were always too late. And he would sing this thing in my head, and he would go …he would pat me on the head “it’s ok, iieee iieee iieee ii..”
– Tori; VH1 Storytellers


Iiee - Tori Amos - From the album Choir Girl Hotel 

with your e’s
and your ease
and i do much more
need a lip gloss boost
in your America

is it god’s
is it yours
sweet saliva
 
with your e’s
and your ease
and i do one more
 
i know we’re dying
and there’s no sign of a parachute
we scream in cathedrals
why can’t it be beautiful
why does there gotta be a sacrifice
 
just say yes
you little arsonist
you’re so sure you can save
every hair on my chest
just say yes
you little arsonist
 
with your e’s
and your ease
and i do one more
well i know we’re dying
and there’s no sign of a parachute
in this chapel
little chapel of love
can’t we get a little grace
and some elegance
no we scream in cathedrals
why can’t it be beautiful
why does there
gotta be a sacrifice