In an attempt to mittigate a thoroughly bad mood, this is what I'm playing. Welcome to my darkr side. :-) Don't worry, no profanity here.

This is not a nice song, at least when it comes to the words, but it sometimes makes me feel better when I'm in a particularly craptastic frame of mind. I sing along and it gets all my anger out. :-) The song is Crucify by Tori Amos. This particular version comes from her 1991 album Live at Montreaux. I prefer this version even though it's played on a keyboard as opposed to a real piano; it's more expressive than the studio version, and I like hearing Tori with just her keyboard instrument. God I wish I could play like this! Sometimes her diction can be a bit mushy, although it's a hell of a lot better in this version than on the studio EP, so I'll post the lyrics for your, um, delectation? :-) Every finger in the room is pointing at me. I want to spit in the faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring. I've got a bowling ball in my stomach, I've got a desert in my mouth; figures that my courage would choose to sell out now. I've been looking for a saviour in these dirty streets; looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets. I've been raising up my hands; drive another nail in. Just what God needs: one more victim. Why do we crucify ourselves? Every day I crucify myself. Nothing I do is good enough for you; I crucify myself. Every day I crucify myself, and my heart is sick of being, I said my heart is sick of being in chains. Oh, chains, oh. Got a kick for a dog begging for love. I've gotta have myself a ring so that I can have my cross. I know a cat named Easter; he says: "Will you ever learn? You're just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird." I've been looking for a saviour in these dirty streets; looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets. I've been raising up my hands; drive another nail in. Got enough guilt to start my own religion. Why do we crucify ourselves? Every day I crucify myself. Nothing I do is good enough for you babe; I crucify myself. Every day I crucify myself, and my heart is sick of being, I said my heart is sick of being in chains. Oh, in chains. Please be; save me I cry, uh-huh. Looking for a saviour in these dirty streets; looking for a saviour beneath these dirty sheets. I've been raising up my hands; drive another nail in. Where those angels when you need them? Why do we crucify ourselves? Every day I crucify myself. Nothing I do is good enough for you babe; I crucify myself. Every day I crucify myself, and my heart is sick of being, I said my heart is sick of being in chains. Why do we in chains crucify ourselves? Every day in chains, ooh. In chains, ooh, chains. Oh yeah. Every day, yeah. #live #music #pop #ToriAmos