574. Leathery and weathery song of the day.

I've wanted to feature a Tori Amos song since the inception of my new little feature which is now a whole whopping 2 weeks and 2 days old.

Tori Amos is one of the most brilliant lyricists and song writers around. If you disagree, well then, there is nothing much I can do about that. Is there? Maybe I'll simply push you off a lovely ocean-facing cliff the next time I see you.

I'm sitting at home, sipping freshly made chai tea, and this song is playing. Who wouldn't love a song in which angels, cigars, leather, and the weather are all discussed with such sultry self pity? (I don't have to remind you of that cliff, do I?)

Tori Amos - Leather

Look, I'm standing naked before you
Don't you want more then my sex?
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I can't claim innocence

Oh, God,
Could it be the weather?
Oh, God,
Why am I here
If love Isn't forever
And it's not the weather?
Hand me my leather

I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you can't hold what I hold dear?

Oh, God,
Could it be the weather?
Oh, God,
Why am I here
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather?
Hand me my leather

I almost ran over an angel
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense," he said, "you're alone here
So if you jump, you best jump far"

Oh, God,
Could it be the weather?
Oh, God,
Why am I here
If love isn't forever
And it's not the weather?
Hand me my leather