Oysters

With over 500 miles of driving this past weekend, I’ve had lot of time to listen to Tori Amos’ new album “Unrepentant Geraldines”. I think the whole album is awesome, but there are a handful of songs I really love. The duet with Tori and her teenage daughter Natashya, called “Promise”, about a mother and daughter promising to always be there for each other is very heartfelt. By far my favorite is “Oysters”…. which is a very relevant song for me right now…. about aging and getting back to yourself. The “turn” part is sung very beautifully…. you have to hear it to really know why I love the song. 


There is finally a fan-made video for the song that recently popped up on YouTube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FAR4InJ9wQ

You can also hear the beautiful rendition of the song by the PS22 Chorus:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEdp9mda26A

Here are the lyrics:


so can these shoes take me to
who I was before
I was stabbing my sticks into
a vulnerable earth
and I can almost out run you
and those stalking memories
did I somehow become you
without realizing
found a little patch of heaven now
so then I’m gonna turn oysters in the sand
‘cause I’m working my way back
I’m working my way back to me again
not every girl is a pearl
with these ruby slippers
with these ruby slippers
so then I’m gonna turn oysters in the sand
in the sand
turn
turn
turn
and there are forces of conflict
taking portions of my mind
in whose realm laced with trickery
the fragments I must find
and I can almost out run you
and those stalking memories
did I somehow become you
without realizing
found a little patch of heaven now
so then I’m gonna turn oysters in the sand
‘cause I’m working my way back
I’m working my way back to me again
not every girl is a pearl
with these ruby slippers
with these ruby slippers
so then I’m gonna turn oysters in the sand
turn
turn
not every girl is popular
popular
popular
not every girl is a pearl
with these ruby slippers
with these ruby slippers
so then I ‘m gonna turn oysters in the sand
in the sand
in the sand
turn
turn
turn