Boys For Pele (1996)
1. Beauty
Queen/Horses
2. Blood
Roses
3. Father
Lucifer
4. Professional Widow
5. Mr.
Zebra
6. Marianne
7. Caught A Lite Sneeze
8. Muhammad My Friend
9. Hey
Jupiter
10. Way
Down
11. Little Amsterdam
12. Talula
13. Not The Red Baron
14. Agent
Orange
15. Doughnut Song
16. In the Springtime Of His Voodoo
17. Putting The Damage On
18. Twinkle
1. Beauty
Queen/ Horses (6:07)
(Beauty Queen)
She's a beauty queen
My sweet bean bag in the street
Take it
Down out to the laundry scene
Don't know why she's in my hand
Can't figure what it is
But I lie again
(Horses)
I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
They say that your demons
Can't go there
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As longs as your army
Keeps perfectly still
And maybe I'll find me a sailor,
A tailor
And maybe together
We'll make mother well
So I got me some horses
To ride on
To ride on
As long as your army
Keeps perfectly still
You showed me the meadow
And Milkwood
And Silkwood
And you would if I would
But you never would
So I chased down your posies
Your pansies in my hosies
They opened my hands
And they were empty
Off with Superfly
Sniffing a Sharpie pen
Honey, it's Bill and Ben
Off with Superfly
Counting your bees
Oh, me honey like
One, two, three
The camera is rolling
It's easy like
One
Two
Three
And if there is a way to find you
I will find you
But you will find me if Neil
Makes me a tree, an afro, a pharaoh
I can't go
You said so
And threads that are golden
Don't break easily
Blood roses
Blood roses
Back on the street now
Can't forget the things you never
said
On days like this gets me thinking
When chickens get a taste of your
meat
Chickens get a taste of your meat
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
I think you're a queer
Said I think you're a queer
And I shaved every place where you
been
I shaved every place where you been
God knows 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 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
When he sucks you deep
Sometimes you're nothing but meat
Father Lucifer
You never looked so sane
You always did prefer the drizzle to
the rain
Tell me that you're still in love
with that Milkmaid
How's the Lizzies
How's your Jesus Christ been hanging
Nothing's gonna stop me from
floating
Nothing's gonna stop me from
floating
He says he reckons I'm a
watercolour stain
He says I run and then I run from
him
And then I run
He didn't see me watching
From the aeroplane
He wiped a tear
And then he threw away our appleseed
Nothing's gonna stop me from
floating
Every day's my wedding day
Though baby's still in his comatose
state
I'll die my own Easter eggs
Don't go yet
And Beene lost the sunset but that's
OK
Does Joe bring flowers to Marilyn's
grave
And girls that eat pizza and never
gain weight
Father Lucifer, you never looked so
sane.
Slag pit
Stag shit
Honey, bring it close to my lips
Yes
Don't blow those brains yet
We gotta be big, boy
We gotta be big
Starfucker, just like my daddy
Just like my daddy, selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel
Like a congressman
It runs the family
Rest your shoulders
Everywhere a Judas, as far as you
can see
Beautiful angel
Calling "we got a re-run of
Muhammed Ali"
Prism perfect
Honey, bring it close to my lips
Yes
What is termed a landscape of
principle
Proportion, it better be big, boy
Starfucker, just like my daddy
Just like my daddy, selling his baby
Just like my daddy
Gonna strike a deal, make him feel
Like a congressman
Mother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
Mother Mary
China white
Brown may be sweeter
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
She will supply
Hello Mr. Zebra
Can I have your sweater
'Cause it's cold, cold, cold
In my hole, hole, hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
Sometimes she's a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind
Hello Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs.
Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilised syllabub
To blow your mind
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
She's got a little fund to fight for
Moneypenny's rights
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
Too bad the burial was premature,
she said
And smiled
Tuna
Rubber
A little blubber in my igloo
And I knew your pigtails and all
Girls when they fall
And they said Marianne killed
herself
And I said, not a chance
Don't you love the girls, ladies,
babes
Old bags who say she was so pretty,
why
Why, why, why did she crawl down in
the old
Deep ravine
C'mon pigtails and all those
sailors
Get your bags and hold down, won't
you just
Hold down 'cause Ed is watching my
every sound
I said
They're watching my every sound
The weasel squeaks faster than a
seven day week
I said Timmy, and that purple monkey
Are all down
At Bobby's house
Making themselves pesters, and
lesters and jesters and my
Traitors of kind
And I'm just having thoughts of
Marianne
She could outrun the fastest slug
She could
Marianne
Quickest girl in the frying pan
7. Caught A
Lite Sneeze (4:24)
Caught a lite sneeze, caught a
lite breeze
Caught a lightweight, lightningseed
Boys on my left side
Boys on my left side
Boys in the middle
And you're not here, I need a big
loan
From the girl zone
Chorus:
Building
Tumbling down
Didn't know our love was so small
Couldn't stand at all
Mr. St. John, just bring your son
The spire is hot
And my cells can't feed
And you still got that Belle,
dragging your foots
I'm hiding it well, Sister Ernestine
But you still got that Belle
Dragging my foots
Chorus
Right on time, you get closer
And closer
Call my name but there's no way in
Use that fame
Rent your wife and kinds today
Maybe she will
Maybe she will, caught a lite sneeze
Dreamed a little dream
Made my own pretty hate machine
Boys on my left side
Boys on my right side
Boys in the middle, and you're not
here
Boys in their dresses
And you're not here
I need a big loan from the girl zone
Muhammad my friend
It's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl, back in
Bethlehem
And on that fateful day
When she was crucified
She wore Shiseido Red and we drank
tea
By her side
Sweet, sweet
used to be so sweet to me
Muhammad my friend
I'm getting very scared
Teach me how to love my brothers
Who don't know the law
And what about the deal on the
flying
Trapeze, got a peanut butter hand
But honey, do drop in at the
Dew drop Inn
Sweet, sweet
Between the boys and the bees
And Moses, I know
I know you've seen fire
But you've never seen fire
Until you've seen Pele blow
And I've never seen light
But I sure have seen gold
And Gladys save a place for me
On your grapevine
Until I get my own TV show
Ashre, ashre, ashre, ashre
And if I lose my Cracker Jacks at
the
Tidal wave, I got a place
In the Pope's rubber robe
Muhammad my friend
It's time to tell the world
We both know it was a girl
Back in Bethlehem
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's me and me
And this little masochist
She's ready to confess
All the things that she never
thought
That she could feel and
Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought you'd see with me
And you wouldn't have to be
something new
Sometimes I breathe you in
And I know you know
And sometimes you take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my heart's soaking wet
Boy, your boots can leave a mess
Hey Jupiter
Nothing's been the same
So are you gay
Are you blue
Thought we both could use a friend
To run to
And I thought, I wouldn't have to
keep
With you
Hiding
Thought I knew myself so well
All the dolls I had
Took my leather off the shelf
Your apocalypse was fab
For a girl who couldn't chose
between
The shower or the bath
And I thought I wouldn't have to
be
With you
A magazine
No one's picking up the phone
Guess it's clear, he's gone
And this little masochist
Is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel
The things I feel
Hey Jupiter
Maybe I'm the afterglow
'Cause I'm with a band you know
Don't you hear the laughter on the
way down
Yes, I am the anchorman
Dining here with Son of Sam
A hair too much to chat of on the
way down
Gonna meet a great big star
Gonna drive his great big car
Gonna have it all here on the way
down
Way down
Way down
Way down
She knows
Way down
Way down
Way down
She knows
Little Amsterdam
In a southern town
Hominy, get it on the plate girl
Momma, keep your head down
Momma, it wasn't my bullet
Don't take me back to the Range
I'm just coming out of the cell in
my brain
Girl, you got to know these days
Which side your on
Momma got shit
She loved a brown man
Then she built a bridge in the
Sheriff's bec
She'd do anything to save her man
You see her olives are cold pressed
And her best friend is a sun dress
But Momma
It wasn't my bullet
Round and a round and a round I
go
Round and a round this time for
keeps
Father, only you can save my soul
And playing that organ must count
For something
Girl, you got to know these days
Which side your on
Little Amsterdam
Shut down today
They buried her with a
Butter bean bouquet
And the Sheriff now can't ride away
Like I said into the sunset
And I won't say
He shouldna paid
But Momma
It wasn't my bullet
Congratulate you
Said you had a double tongue
Balancing cake and bread
Say goodbye to a glitter girl
Talula
Talula
You don't want to lose her
She must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
SHe's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
Say goodbye to the old world
Ran into the Henchman who severed
Ann Boleyn
He did it right quickly, a merciful
man
She said 1 + 1 is 2
But Henry said that it was 3
So it was
Here I am
Talula
Talula
I don't want to lose it
It must be worth losing
If it i worth something
Talula
Talula
She's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
And Jamaica
Do you know what I have done
Mary M weaving on said
What you want is in the blood
Senators
I got Big Bird on the fishing line
With a bit of a shout, a bit of a
shout
A bit of an angry snout
He's my favorite hooker of the whole
bunch
And I know about his only Bride
And how the Russians die on the ice
I got my rape on
Honey, but I always could
accessorize
And I never cared much for the money
But I know right now
That it's in God's hand
But I don't know who the father is
Talula
Talula
I don't want to lose him
He must be worth losing
If it is worth something
Talula
Talula
He's brand new now to you
Wrapped in your papoose
Your little Fig Newton
Not the Red Baron
Not Charlie Brown
Think I got the message figured
Another pilot down
And are their devils with halos
In beautiful capes
Taking them into the flames
Not Judy G
Not Jean Jean with a hallowed
Heart
I see that screen go
Down in the flames
With every step with every beautiful
heel
Pointed
Not the Red Baron, I'm sure
Not Charlie's wonderful dog
Not anyone I really know
Just another pilot down
Maybe I'll just sing him a last
Little sound many there know some
girls
With red ribbons
The prettiest
Red
Ribbons
14. Agent Orange (1:26)
Gotta tell you what I heard
From agent orange
Mister suntan
Mister happy man
Mister I know the girls on all the
world tours
Mister agent, yeah
He's my favorite
And they don't understand
He's got palm oil fans
Yes, he's down and there and
everywhere
He's getting an A to Z
An underwater city where she swims
and swims
Had me a trick and a kick and
your message
Well, you'll never gain weight from
a doughnut hole
Then thought that I could decipher
your message
There's no one here dear
No one at all
And if I'm wasting all your time
This time
Maybe you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
And a southern men can grow gold
Can grow pertty
Blood can be pertty
Like a delicate man
Copper to steel to a hinge that is
faltered
That's let's you in, let's you in,
let's you in
Something's just keeping you numb
You told me last night
You were a sun now with your very
own
Devoted satellite
Happy for you
And I am sure that I hate you
Too sons, too many, too many able
fires
And if I'm wasting all your time
This time
I think you never learned to take
And if I'm hanging on to your shade
I guess I'm way beyond the pale
16. In
The Springtime Of His Voodoo (5:32)
Standing on a corner in Winslow,
Arizona
And I'm quite sure I'm in the wrong
song
2 girls, 65 got a piece tied up in
the
back seat
"Honey, we're recovering
Christians"
In the Springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
And right there for a minute
I knew you so well
Got an angry snatch
Girls, you know what I mean
When swivelin that hip doesn't do
the trick
Me, pureed sanitarily Mr. Sulu
Warp speed
Warp speed
Warp speed
In the Springtime of his voodoo
Every road lead back to my door
Every road I will follow
Every road leads back to my door
Got all your crosses loaded
And I know she's not that
Foxy
Boys
I said I know she's not that
Foxy, but
You gotta owe, something sometimes
You gotta owe
When you're your momma's sunshine
You've got to give something
sometimes
When you're the sweetest cherry
In an apple pie
I need some voodoo on these prunes
In the Springtime of his voodoo
He was going to show me spring
17. Putting
The Damage On (5:08)
Glue
Stuck to my shoes
Does anyone know why you play with
an orange rind
You say you packed my things
And divided what was mine, you're
off to the mountain top
I say her skinny legs could use sun
But I'm not wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
'Cause boy, you still look so pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Don't make me scratch on your
door
I never left you
For Banjo
I only just turned around for a
poodle
And a corvette
And my impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
'Cause boy, you still look so pretty
When you're putting the damage on
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost
Passing through
I said
I'm trying not to move
It's just your ghost passing through
It's just your ghost
Passing through
And now
I'm quite sure
There's a light in your platoon
I never seen a light move
Like yours
Can do to me
So, now I'm wishing
For my best impression
Of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry
'Cause boy, you still look pretty
To me
But I've got a place to go
I've got a ticket to your late show
now I'm worrying 'cause even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Yes
When you're putting the damage on
You're just so pretty
When you're putting the damage on
Sure that star can twinkle
And you're watching it do
Boy so hard, boy so hard
But I know a girl
Twice as hard
And I'm sure
Said I'm sure
She's watching it too
No matter what tie she's got in her
right dresser
Tied
I know she's watching that star
Gonna twinkle
Gonna twinkle
Gonna twinkle
And last time I knew
She worked at an Abbey in lona
She said, "I killed a man T
I've gotta say hidden in his
Abbey"
But I can see that star
When she twinkles
And she twinkles
And I sure can
That means
I sure can
That means I sure can
I sure can
So hard
So hard
All songs written by Tori Amos.
Published by Sword and Stone.
