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Tori Amos

Tori Amos (born Myra Ellen Amos; August 22, 1963) is an American pianist, singer-songwriter and composer. She is a classically trained musician and possesses a mezzo-soprano vocal range. Amos originally served as the lead singer of 1980s synthpop group Y Kant Tori Read, and as a solo artist was at the forefront of a number of female singer-songwriters in the early 1990s. She was also noteworthy early in her solo career as one of the few alternative rock performers to use a piano as her primary instrument. Some of her charting singles include "Crucify", "Silent All These Years", "God", "Cornflake Girl", "Caught a Lite Sneeze", "Professional Widow", "Spark", "1000 Oceans", and "A Sorta Fairytale", her most commercially successful single in the U.S. to date. more »

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The smart money's on Harlow, and the moon is in the street,
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws.
You're east of East St. Louis, and the wind is making speeches,
And the rain sounds like a round of applause.
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon,
His invisible fiance's in the mirror.
The band is going home-it's raining hammers, it's raining nails.
It's true-there's nothing left for him down here.

And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.

Well, they all pretend they're orphans, and their memory's like a train-
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away.
The things you can't rememeber tell the things you can't forget,
That history puts a saint in every dream.
Well, she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off,
But, these Mama boys just don't know when to quit.
Matilda asks the sailors, 'Are those dreams or are those prayers,
So close your eyes, son, this won't hurt a bit.'

And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.

Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl,
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street.
And when they're on a roll, she pulls a razor from her boots.
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet.
So put a candle in the window, and a kiss upon his lips,
As the dish outside the window fills with rain.
An just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart,
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again.

And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.
And it's time, time, time. And it's time, time, time.
And it's time, time, time that you love.
And it's time, time...time.

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