Post by Julie on Jun 11, 2005 15:56:00 GMT -5
WITNESS
Thought I had
a witness To this
crime Thought I had
a witness Thought we
were on the same side
of Becoming... Then the
judges called in a witness
C'mon... So then when
Did you then Begin your
Craving for White powder
Exotic Matter that
Cells divide Arresting
time So in your
Furnace then
You drank my
Tenderness
Feldspar and Mica then You
thought that You would own My
temple of gold Gotta rise In the night
Pick myself off the floor I know now That
it's over Had a life Before You left me burnin' in
Your petrol emotion Your petrol emotion Wanting
more Thought I had a witness C'mon... Thought we
had a friendship C'mon... Thought I heard you Whispering
murder Thought this witches Brew was more than Bullet-
proof But words are like guns When you shoot the moon
'Cause everybody whispers C'mon... Is there anyone?
Is it any wonder... I'm out the door Is there any way?
Is there any way forward? Thougth I had a witness
Thought you were you Thought I was a witness
You could turn Not in Thought I had
a witness To this crime Thought
I had a witness C'mon...
I think when you are very confused about a situation and you just want the truth to be laid on the table it's very frustrating. Personally, I've had this exact feeling where I wanted a courtroom, lawyers, judges, and a jury to help me figure out who was lying. This song is personal. This is a quote unquote "crime" against each other and you are trying to discover who's at fault and who must pay.
Here's Tori's description of it:
"I don't necessarily see it as barren, The Rock Garden, and I think the songs, um, take us into a place that I certainly didn't expect. There are little surprises that I find all the time. There is a song called Witness, the gospel choir is on that, and we go back to the Gnostic Gospels and the text talking about being a witness and did you witness Christ teaching. And I started to think about judge and jury and I started to think about crimes against humanity, against each other, stripping it away to a very personal place of crime and the gospel choir becomes very much the jury."
-- Tori; The Beekeeper Limited Edition Bonus DVD
SONG CANVAS: "Witness"
Betrayal happens in strange ways and comes from strange corners sometimes. Some days life can feel pretty normal, so to speak. Then there are other days that makes you think you've walked into something sinister, into a Hermann Hesse novel. I wish I could tell you that nothing surprises me anymore. But unfortunately that isn't true. Fame and money expose people for who they really are. Some are willing to do anything to keep it. "Witness" is a song written abotu this betrayal, and betrayal is always oen of the seeds in the Garden of Sin-suality . . .
Phone rings.
"Hey, T."
"Hey, you."
"I need to give you some news."
"Give me teh bad news first."
"It's all bad."
"Okay, I'm standing. Shoot."
"They want - from you." (Some issues are locked up in confidentiality agreements.)
"Hmm."
"Are you there?"
"Yep."
"What's our response? Do you want your team's advice?"
"Yes, I want your advice, but not today. My response is-tell the team no one responds. I will not dignify their insult."
"Understood."
"I suspect they'll call back within six days."
"Six business days?"
"Yeah, weekends count only for musicians and crew."
"And accountants."
"Fair enough. But never suits. I haven't seen a suit at a gig in a long time."
"I wear a suit." says Philip-the-Good.
"Nothing personal."
We say our goodbyes and I hang up. And, sure enough, within six business days I get a call from Philip-the-Good.
Thought I had
a witness To this
crime Thought I had
a witness Thought we
were on the same side
of Becoming... Then the
judges called in a witness
C'mon... So then when
Did you then Begin your
Craving for White powder
Exotic Matter that
Cells divide Arresting
time So in your
Furnace then
You drank my
Tenderness
Feldspar and Mica then You
thought that You would own My
temple of gold Gotta rise In the night
Pick myself off the floor I know now That
it's over Had a life Before You left me burnin' in
Your petrol emotion Your petrol emotion Wanting
more Thought I had a witness C'mon... Thought we
had a friendship C'mon... Thought I heard you Whispering
murder Thought this witches Brew was more than Bullet-
proof But words are like guns When you shoot the moon
'Cause everybody whispers C'mon... Is there anyone?
Is it any wonder... I'm out the door Is there any way?
Is there any way forward? Thougth I had a witness
Thought you were you Thought I was a witness
You could turn Not in Thought I had
a witness To this crime Thought
I had a witness C'mon...
I think when you are very confused about a situation and you just want the truth to be laid on the table it's very frustrating. Personally, I've had this exact feeling where I wanted a courtroom, lawyers, judges, and a jury to help me figure out who was lying. This song is personal. This is a quote unquote "crime" against each other and you are trying to discover who's at fault and who must pay.
Here's Tori's description of it:
"I don't necessarily see it as barren, The Rock Garden, and I think the songs, um, take us into a place that I certainly didn't expect. There are little surprises that I find all the time. There is a song called Witness, the gospel choir is on that, and we go back to the Gnostic Gospels and the text talking about being a witness and did you witness Christ teaching. And I started to think about judge and jury and I started to think about crimes against humanity, against each other, stripping it away to a very personal place of crime and the gospel choir becomes very much the jury."
-- Tori; The Beekeeper Limited Edition Bonus DVD
SONG CANVAS: "Witness"
Betrayal happens in strange ways and comes from strange corners sometimes. Some days life can feel pretty normal, so to speak. Then there are other days that makes you think you've walked into something sinister, into a Hermann Hesse novel. I wish I could tell you that nothing surprises me anymore. But unfortunately that isn't true. Fame and money expose people for who they really are. Some are willing to do anything to keep it. "Witness" is a song written abotu this betrayal, and betrayal is always oen of the seeds in the Garden of Sin-suality . . .
Phone rings.
"Hey, T."
"Hey, you."
"I need to give you some news."
"Give me teh bad news first."
"It's all bad."
"Okay, I'm standing. Shoot."
"They want - from you." (Some issues are locked up in confidentiality agreements.)
"Hmm."
"Are you there?"
"Yep."
"What's our response? Do you want your team's advice?"
"Yes, I want your advice, but not today. My response is-tell the team no one responds. I will not dignify their insult."
"Understood."
"I suspect they'll call back within six days."
"Six business days?"
"Yeah, weekends count only for musicians and crew."
"And accountants."
"Fair enough. But never suits. I haven't seen a suit at a gig in a long time."
"I wear a suit." says Philip-the-Good.
"Nothing personal."
We say our goodbyes and I hang up. And, sure enough, within six business days I get a call from Philip-the-Good.
