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    American Pie / Smells Like Teen Spirit (Live in Berlin 1994/04/09)

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    1994/04/09: Berlin, Germany

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    Tori Amos


Tori Amos :: American Pie / Smells Like Teen Spirit, live in Berlin, April 9th, 1994

In the streets the children screamed, the lover’s cried, and the poets dreamed, but
Not a word was spoken - the church bells all were broken 
And the three men I admire most: the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they
Caught the last train for the coast 
The day the music died 

Kurt Cobain died 20 years ago today. His body wasn’t found until April 8th. On April 9th, Tori opened her show in Berlin with this beautiful rendition of American Pie going into Smells Like Teen Spirit, the first time she ever played the songs like this, and she went on singing the combination in tribute on most nights for the rest of the tour.

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

(via backshelfpoet)

  • 1963:

    She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.

  • 1964:

    She's in love with me, and I feel fine.

  • 1965:

    She's got a ticket to ride, and she don't care.

  • 1966:

    She said, I know what it's like to be dead.

  • 1967:

    She's leaving home after living alone for so many years.

  • 1968:

    She's well acquainted with the touch of a velvet hand, like a lizard on a window pane...

  • 1969:

    She came in through the bathroom window, protected by her silver spoon...

  • 1970:

    She is standing, right in front of me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

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