"Girl" interpretations

[Julie14]

edit: {pics removed by daturaangel812, they were linked to hereinmyhead.com}



GIRL from in the shadow she calls and in the shadow
she finds a way finds a away and in the shadow she
CRAWLS clutching her faded photograph my image
UNDER her thumb yes with a message for my heart yes
with a message for my heart she's been everybody else's
girl maybe one day she'll be her own everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own and in the doorway they
stay and laugh as violins fill with water screams from
the BLUEBELLS can't make them go away well I'm not
seventeen but I've cuts on my knees falling down as the
winter takes one more CHERRY TREE rushin' rivers
thread so thin limitation dreams with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores too safe in their coats
anda in their do's yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to
my dots one day maybe one day one day she'll be her
own and in the and in the mist there she rides and castles are
burning in my heart and as I twist I hold tight and I
ride to work every morning wondering why "sit in the <br>chair and be good now" and become all that they told
you the white coats enter the room and I'm callin' my
baby callin' my baby callin' my baby everybody
else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own . . .

This is Tori's description of "Girl":
"The beginnings were composed on an old upright piano in Virginia. It's horribly out of tune, which is one of the things I love about it. The chorus was written but that's about it. I threw it down on tape and forgot about it. Months later, I was cleaning the house (truly a happening) and was throwing tapes away. Eric intercepted this one out of a pile. I was chopping onions in the kitchen, he brought it in and said, 'Listen' -- I did."
...Tori Amos

This is my interpretation of "Girl":
"It's sad how some girls try to be everyone else's girl instead of their own. I mean, what's the point of living YOUR life when you're living a lie and not truly being yourself. The only way you can help things in your life is to really find out who you are and live it no matter what."
...Julie H.

My experience with "Girl":
"I've found at times that I can be everyone else's girl. I mean, I'm always true to myself but sometimes I back off without speaking my opinion in situations where I feel I'm either vuneralble or just shy in some places. It's very irritating but I try to break through it."
...Julie H.

[Julie]

GIRL from in the shadow she calls and in the shadow
she finds a way finds a away and in the shadow she
CRAWLS clutching her faded photograph
Some girls are complete push-overs and that is the case with this girl.

my image
UNDER her thumb yes with a message for my heart yes
with a message for my heart she's been everybody else's
girl maybe one day she'll be her own everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
In society when a woman gets married, traditionally, her father walks her down the aisle and "gives" her to her husband and then she instead of having her father's last name, takes her husbands. It's like all females are owned by men, they just switch last names with the next man that "owns" her and Tori is wishing that she would be her own.

and in the doorway they
stay and laugh as violins fill with water screams from
the BLUEBELLS can't make them go away well I'm not
seventeen but I've cuts on my knees falling down as the
winter takes one more CHERRY TREE rushin' rivers
thread so thin limitation dreams with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores too safe in their coats
anda in their do's yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to
my dots one day maybe one day one day she'll be her
own and in the and in the mist there she rides and castles are
burning in my heart and as I twist I hold tight and I
ride to work every morning wondering why "sit in the
chair and be good now" and become all that they told
you
She is being ordered to sit still, be a good girl, and obide by everything in the Bible.

the white coats enter the room
"the white coats" may be people from an insane assylum taking her away because people think she's crazy.

and I'm callin' my
baby callin' my baby callin' my baby everybody
else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own . . .

Here's Tori's description of it:
"The beginnings were composed on an old upright piano in Virginia. It's horribly out of tune, which is one of the things I love about it. The chorus was written but that's about it. I threw it down on tape and forgot about it. Months later, I was cleaning the house (truly a happening) and was throwing tapes away. Eric intercepted this one out of a pile. I was chopping onions in the kitchen, he brought it in and said, 'Listen' -- I did."
-- Tori; Little Earthquakes Songbook

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: The Art Of Love - Toni Braxton

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[redcloud]

GIRL

From in the shadow she calls and in the shadow
she finds a way finds a way and in the shadow she
CRAWLS clutching her faded photograph
She's been a bad chick but has gone and would like to change her past

my image
UNDER her thumb yes with a message for my heart yes
with a message for my heart she's been everybody else's
girl maybe one day she'll be her own everybody else's girl
maybe one day she'll be her own
She did what everybody else was telling her to do. she hopes to change that. It's still unsure she will manage to do that.

and in the doorway they
stay and laugh as violins fill with water screams from
the BLUEBELLS can't make them go away well I'm not
seventeen but I've cuts on my knees falling down
These people have haunted her. She's not seventeen yet but has already been hurt by dint of endeavoring things.

as the
winter takes one more CHERRY TREE rushin' rivers
thread so thin limitation dreams with the flying pigs
turbid blue and the drugstores too safe in their coats
anda in their do's yeah smother in our hearts a pillow to
my dots one day maybe one day one day she'll be her
own and in the and in the mist there she rides and castles are
burning in my heart and as I twist I hold tight and I
ride to work every morning wondering why "sit in the
chair and be good now" and become all that they told
you
Church only tells you what to do without you knowing why.

the white coats enter the room
She had to face medical problems

and I'm callin' my
baby callin' my baby callin' my baby
everybody
else's girl maybe one day she'll be her own . . .