Post by Julie on Dec 30, 2006 1:05:07 GMT -5
Ode To My Clothes
Somewhere in the hills of Ireland
Is a Prada bag
And somewhere down the lane
There's a dog in Gucci lace
And sometimes I think
That I will lose sleep
At night
'Cause it's hard
Yes, it's hard
To say goodbye
To my clothes
My clothes
Nobody knows things
Like my clothes
My telephone life
In the back of my jeans
Nobody knows
How I feel today
How I feel today
So now that they're gone
In the hills of Ireland
So long
So long
This was an ode
To my clothes
Bye bye clothes
Tori's description of it:
"A friend of mine was driving around southern Ireland and, although he knew very well I was in Egnald recording, became very confused because he kept thinking he saw me walking around town. Apparently he recognized a chartreuse Prada sweater here, a sleek Costume National fitted jckaet there, and Gucci purse on another woman's arm. He rolled down the window and said to one woman, "This is weird, I could have sworn you were my friend Tori." She responded, "Oh , did you know, Tori is giving away clothes up at her house." Turning green, he raced up to the house to discover the woman who was supposed to take the clothes to the dry cleaning thorugh thty ewere clothes to be given away to anyone who was interested. You see I'd left everything I wanted cleaned in a black bin liner as I was leaving town. My friend immediately called me up and said, "You know your Lady Liberty curtains from the French Revolution and the clothes you thought were going to the dry cleaners...they are now scattered throughout Ireland." When teh call came I was in the middle of recording Strange Little Girls, so in between songs I lamented my lost wardrobe and wrote "Ode To My Clothes." Needless to say, I don't store things in black bin liners anymore."
From the A Piano: The Collection book.
No interpretation needed here, but had to post it because I love it...lol
Somewhere in the hills of Ireland
Is a Prada bag
And somewhere down the lane
There's a dog in Gucci lace
And sometimes I think
That I will lose sleep
At night
'Cause it's hard
Yes, it's hard
To say goodbye
To my clothes
My clothes
Nobody knows things
Like my clothes
My telephone life
In the back of my jeans
Nobody knows
How I feel today
How I feel today
So now that they're gone
In the hills of Ireland
So long
So long
This was an ode
To my clothes
Bye bye clothes
Tori's description of it:
"A friend of mine was driving around southern Ireland and, although he knew very well I was in Egnald recording, became very confused because he kept thinking he saw me walking around town. Apparently he recognized a chartreuse Prada sweater here, a sleek Costume National fitted jckaet there, and Gucci purse on another woman's arm. He rolled down the window and said to one woman, "This is weird, I could have sworn you were my friend Tori." She responded, "Oh , did you know, Tori is giving away clothes up at her house." Turning green, he raced up to the house to discover the woman who was supposed to take the clothes to the dry cleaning thorugh thty ewere clothes to be given away to anyone who was interested. You see I'd left everything I wanted cleaned in a black bin liner as I was leaving town. My friend immediately called me up and said, "You know your Lady Liberty curtains from the French Revolution and the clothes you thought were going to the dry cleaners...they are now scattered throughout Ireland." When teh call came I was in the middle of recording Strange Little Girls, so in between songs I lamented my lost wardrobe and wrote "Ode To My Clothes." Needless to say, I don't store things in black bin liners anymore."
From the A Piano: The Collection book.
No interpretation needed here, but had to post it because I love it...lol
