This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Just a minute of your time
Yes I've been known to delude myself
So let me put those rose
Colored glasses to the test
Now is this real enough for you
Cause blonds here don't jump out of cakes
If that never impressed you much
Come board this lunatic express
Just why do they say
Have a nice day anyway
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Let's not give that one a try
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys
Raise those blinds
Chin up a happy mask was never
Your best disguise
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys
In no time you will feel almost fine
Almost rosey
Now some girls here will huddle with
No not footballers that are rich
But will confide in small white sticks
He bats as The Virginian Slim
Then I tried once to comply
With an authority that would
Subsidize my wild side
But at this altar was sacrificed
Yes you can laugh a femme fatale
In a bride's dress now married to
The effortlessness of the cracks
That lie now in between the facts
Now about when violet died
The cause still unidentified
She thought her love would be enough
But you can't seduce seduction
Her tentacles of endless want
Reach through my corridors
And tempt me to taste of her power
I sober with the witching hour
And when I hear of one more bomb
Yes we have all been robbed of song
And nightingales who throw their arms up
When is enough enough?
Yes I've been known to delude myself
So let me put those rose
Colored glasses to the test
Now is this real enough for you
Cause blonds here don't jump out of cakes
If that never impressed you much
Come board this lunatic express
Just why do they say
Have a nice day anyway
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Let's not give that one a try
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys
Raise those blinds
Chin up a happy mask was never
Your best disguise
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys
In no time you will feel almost fine
Almost rosey
Now some girls here will huddle with
No not footballers that are rich
But will confide in small white sticks
He bats as The Virginian Slim
Then I tried once to comply
With an authority that would
Subsidize my wild side
But at this altar was sacrificed
Yes you can laugh a femme fatale
In a bride's dress now married to
The effortlessness of the cracks
That lie now in between the facts
Now about when violet died
The cause still unidentified
She thought her love would be enough
But you can't seduce seduction
Her tentacles of endless want
Reach through my corridors
And tempt me to taste of her power
I sober with the witching hour
And when I hear of one more bomb
Yes we have all been robbed of song
And nightingales who throw their arms up
When is enough enough?
Lyrics submitted by stentorian
Almost Rosey Lyrics as written by Tori Ellen Amos
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
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Love your analysis dragonflydamsel. What is so great about Tori's music is she is a master of double entendre. It is definitely about war--and I agree overtly as evidenced by Isabel. But it is intensely about internal war with a woman. Whether she is sharing her feelings with a man or with herself or with another woman...I'm not sure. Or maybe it's someone talking to her. Femme Fatale is a reference to film noir from 1944 "Double Imdemnity" when the woman (the FF character) feels trapped by traditional womanhood, motherhood, etc. and kills her husband. Marriage is confining. It was done again by that name in 2002, but the concept developed in film noir during WWII (again War reference) and goes back to Lilith and Cleopatra. The beginning of course is depression (perhaps over knowing the confines of womanhood and what men are doing? again war and history as well as personally?). Her other persona (real or imagined admonishing her not to put on roseys, but really, a mask isn't her best disguise. The blondes don't jump out of cakes...Marilyn Monroe and JFK??? The famous b-day song? As well as a blanket indictment of not sensuality but ditzyness and saying blondes don't do this, but we take power (Isabel). (Just thinking out loud here) As for Violet, there are many Violets associated with Femme Fatale: Andy Warhol with Velvet Underground (who wrote a song called FF) worked with Ultra Violet--this could be a figuative death for Violet. Violet is also considered acceptable for mourning. There are many opera stars, prisoners, poets, writers who are called violet or use violet. But not being able to secude seduction? Well, if that doesn't fit Andy and UltraViolet! (But I haven't read all the poetry or seen all the opera!) Corridors of course are the brain (see emily dickinson) and the witching hour is of course the time when supernatural is at it's most powerful--particularly female. So Violet's tentacles of endless want tempt her to taste her power (look at the past Violets and what that power got them, what they sacrificed for men or whatever, what the cost) and she sobers with the witching hour F(when the supernatural--the female spirits, her kindrid sisters come) There is also a poem that talks of a nightingale being robbed of it's young and that the songs are in vain. I'm sure a well-read Tori would know this. The last verse speaks for itself and ties everything together. Whether you are waging an internal war or speaking out against a very real one, Isabel would say something about throwing up your arms against hearing one more bomb.