Post by Julie on Apr 23, 2005 19:54:26 GMT -5
i i e e e
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more
need a lip gloss boost
in your america
is it God's
is it your's
sweet saliva
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more
I know we're dying
and there's no sign of a parachute
we scream in cathedrals
why can't it be beautiful
why does there
gotta be a sacrifice
just say yes
you little arsonist
you're so sure you can save
every hair on my chest
just say yes
you little arsonist
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more
well I know we're dying
and there's no sign of a parachute
in this chapel
little chapel of love
can't we get a little grace
and some elegance
why can't it be beautiful
why does there
gotta be a sacrifice
I think "iieee" is very much related to "Cruel" and "Spark". The questioning of justice. Why would "the angels" or God be so cruel as to look away when something terrible is happening to someone and then save someone else if he's invincible and that amazing. It's the pain and the annoyance of someone saying, "Everything happens for a reason." It's bullshit and cruel in points.
Here's Tori's description of it:
"You hear stories about angels that come and save certain people they're beautiful stories. But what about the mother whose kid gets taken away and never comes back? What were the angels smoking when that happened? What do you say? That their kid wasn't worthy? That it's all for the best? Or God has a plan? So these questions, of course, I was putting towards every diety I could find. I was quite vicious, and I think Cruel and iieee, especially, came out of that. It was almost liberating for me - that it's all in order that I have anger towards the way of things, and just to say, 'Thine will be done' just doesn't work anymore. It's hollow."
"Some of you know that we like really good wine. So, I wasn't sure if um the things i was seeing was from that or if they were really happening. It was a strange time. I had just um, I had a bad pregnancy and I lost a baby. And um, I started seeing this vision of this little boy everywhere I went. And we knew it wasn't a little boy, so I really didn't know who he was. And uh, the wine really wasn't that good, you know what I mean. So um, I would close my eyes when he would appear. And I would follow him. And he would say things like, 'come here (whispers jumbled stuff)'. And I would um go. And we had this 1959 convertible and he was a Zoonie boy, Zoonie were pueblo boy. And he would just um, stand in the back of the car with his arms like this. And we would drive for hours and hours and hours. And I would sit there and I didn't know where we were going. But when we would get there, nobody would be alive. So um, it was a strange thing. It was like being in, i don't know, a bad Dustin Hoffman killer virus movie. And I didn't know what we were supposed to do. So we would leave the town. And he would tell me to build a campfire..um and I'm an arsonist though, I really like that bit. So I would build this thing and he would start dancing. And um he would say, 'you know, we failed today but we have to go to the next town tomorrow'. And uh, this happened over and over and over again and we were always too late. And he would sing this thing in my head, and he would go ...he would pat me on the head "it's ok, iieee iieee iieee ii.."
-- Tori; VH1 Storytellers
“iieee [pronounced eye eye ee] has a Native American influence and when you hear the rhythm and..yet..there’s a little of that New Mexican driving in an old delapitated mustang and you’re just on your own and you just drive for days and days and you think you’re getting away with murder, and it’s just you. And I think that feeling ... iieee is very much about dying and about sacrifice.” [from the choirgirl hotel electronic press kit video]
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more
need a lip gloss boost
in your america
is it God's
is it your's
sweet saliva
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more
I know we're dying
and there's no sign of a parachute
we scream in cathedrals
why can't it be beautiful
why does there
gotta be a sacrifice
just say yes
you little arsonist
you're so sure you can save
every hair on my chest
just say yes
you little arsonist
with your E's
and your ease
and I do one more
well I know we're dying
and there's no sign of a parachute
in this chapel
little chapel of love
can't we get a little grace
and some elegance
why can't it be beautiful
why does there
gotta be a sacrifice
I think "iieee" is very much related to "Cruel" and "Spark". The questioning of justice. Why would "the angels" or God be so cruel as to look away when something terrible is happening to someone and then save someone else if he's invincible and that amazing. It's the pain and the annoyance of someone saying, "Everything happens for a reason." It's bullshit and cruel in points.
Here's Tori's description of it:
"You hear stories about angels that come and save certain people they're beautiful stories. But what about the mother whose kid gets taken away and never comes back? What were the angels smoking when that happened? What do you say? That their kid wasn't worthy? That it's all for the best? Or God has a plan? So these questions, of course, I was putting towards every diety I could find. I was quite vicious, and I think Cruel and iieee, especially, came out of that. It was almost liberating for me - that it's all in order that I have anger towards the way of things, and just to say, 'Thine will be done' just doesn't work anymore. It's hollow."
"Some of you know that we like really good wine. So, I wasn't sure if um the things i was seeing was from that or if they were really happening. It was a strange time. I had just um, I had a bad pregnancy and I lost a baby. And um, I started seeing this vision of this little boy everywhere I went. And we knew it wasn't a little boy, so I really didn't know who he was. And uh, the wine really wasn't that good, you know what I mean. So um, I would close my eyes when he would appear. And I would follow him. And he would say things like, 'come here (whispers jumbled stuff)'. And I would um go. And we had this 1959 convertible and he was a Zoonie boy, Zoonie were pueblo boy. And he would just um, stand in the back of the car with his arms like this. And we would drive for hours and hours and hours. And I would sit there and I didn't know where we were going. But when we would get there, nobody would be alive. So um, it was a strange thing. It was like being in, i don't know, a bad Dustin Hoffman killer virus movie. And I didn't know what we were supposed to do. So we would leave the town. And he would tell me to build a campfire..um and I'm an arsonist though, I really like that bit. So I would build this thing and he would start dancing. And um he would say, 'you know, we failed today but we have to go to the next town tomorrow'. And uh, this happened over and over and over again and we were always too late. And he would sing this thing in my head, and he would go ...he would pat me on the head "it's ok, iieee iieee iieee ii.."
-- Tori; VH1 Storytellers
“iieee [pronounced eye eye ee] has a Native American influence and when you hear the rhythm and..yet..there’s a little of that New Mexican driving in an old delapitated mustang and you’re just on your own and you just drive for days and days and you think you’re getting away with murder, and it’s just you. And I think that feeling ... iieee is very much about dying and about sacrifice.” [from the choirgirl hotel electronic press kit video]
