Tori Amos Gold Dust

1. FLAVOR

2. YES, ANASTASIA

3. JACKIE‘S STRENGTH

4. CLOUD ON MY TONGUE

5. PRECIOUS THINGS

6. GOLD DUST

7. STAR OF WONDER

8. WINTER

9. FLYING DUTCHMAN

10. PROGR AMMABLE SODA

11. SNOW CHERRIES FROM FR ANCE

12. MARIANNE

13. SILENT ALL THESE YEARS

14. GIRL DISAPPEARING

15. MAYBE CALIFORNIA Bonus

16. FLAVOR Video17. GOLD DUST Video18. Behind The Scenes of FLAVOR Video

The Metropole OrkestConducted by Jules Buckley

20 years ago, when Lit tle Earthquakes was released in the states, I was touring alone with just a piano on stage.A passion I remember having was to play these songs one day with an orchestra.I wondered if it could still feel intimate with over 50 people playing on the stage together.

When the Metropole Orchestra called and invited me to bring the song girls and play with them, the f irst idea that came to my mind was that of a Memory Box and a desire to desig n a sonic one.So I called up philly (JPS) and we talked about picking songs that we could tailor specif ically for the Metropole.

In rehearsals with the orchestra, I was startled at f irst because as we began playing songs that I knew quite well structurally, I began to see new pictures in my mind as the sound of the instruments roared through my veins. It was as if the orchestra were revealing to me subtle meanings of my own songs I had not yet discovered. This is when collaboration turns into an intimate back and forth conversation. Alex from DG said, “have you thought of capturing these sonic conversations in a studio properly with these arrangements?”

More songs stepped forward for the studio sessions in Holland.Many of these songs were writ ten out of having conversations with people at stage doors, standing somewhere having a cup of cof fee, when someone comes up to you and tells you their story. And a lot of times I don’t ever see them again and yet they have changed my perspective in just a few minutes.

I guess in a way Gold Dust is about celebrating over 20 years of all the conversations that have happened which inspired many of these songs. And it’s a collection of new recordings of where they are now and who they have become.

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YES, ANASTASIA

Thought I’d been through this in 1919Counting the tears of ten thousand menAnd gathered them allBut my feet are slippingThere’s something we lef t on the window sillThere’s something we lef t yes

We’ll see how brave you areWe’ll see how fast you’ll be runningWe’ll see how brave you areYes, AnastasiaAnd all your dollies have friends

Thought she deserved no less than she’d giveWell happy birthdayHer blood’s on my handsIt’s kind of a shame cause I did like that dressIt’s funny the things that you f ind in the rainThe things that you f indIn the mall and in the date minesIn the knots still in her hairOn the bus I’m on my way downAll the g irls seem to be there

We’ll see how brave you areWe’ll see how fast you’ll be runningWe’ll see how brave you areYes, Anastasia

Come along now lit tle darlin’Come along now with meCome along now lit tle darlin’We’ll see how brave you are

FLAVOR

Bat tle of the mindscries Below cries AboveYou must pick a sideWill you choose fear?Will you choose love?

What does it look like,this orbital ball from the fringes of The Milky Way?What does it feel like,this orbital ball on the fringes of The Milky Way?Raining f lavorIcing f lavorf lavor love

Whose God then is God?They all want jurisdictionIn the Book of Earthwhose God spread fear?Spread love?

And what does it look like,this orbital ball from the fringes of The Milky Way?What does it feel like,this orbital ball on the fringes of The Milky Way?Raining FlavorIcing Flavorf lavor loveTurn up the frequencyWhat does it look like,this orbital ball from the fringes of The Milky Way?What does it feel like,this orbital ball on the fringes of The Milky Way?Raining f lavorIcing f lavorSpread that f lavorf lavor f lavor

JACKIE’S STRENGTH

a Bouvier till her wedding dayshots rang out the police camemama layed me on the front lawnand prayed for Jackie’s streng thfeeling old by 21never thought my day would comemy bridemaids get ting laid I pray for Jackie’s streng th

make me laughsay you know what you wantyou said we were the real thingso I show you some more and I learnwhat black magic can domake me laughsay you know you can turnme into the real thingso I show you some moreand I learn

stickers licked on lunch boxes worshipping David Cassidyyeah I mooned him once on Donna’s boxshe’s still in recoverysleep-overs Beene’s got some potyou’re only popular with anorexia so I turn myself inside outin hope someone will see

make me laughsay you know what you wantyou said we were the real thingso I show you some more and I learnwhat black magic can domake me laughsay you know you can turnme into the real thingso I show you some moreand I learn

I got lost on my wedding day typical the police camebut virg ins always get backstage no mat ter what they’ve got to sayif you love enough you’ll lie a lotguess they did in camelotmama’s waiting on my front lawnI pray I pray I prayfor Jackie’s streng th

CLOUD ON MY TONGUE

Someone’s knockin on my kitchen doorLeave the wood outside, whatAll the g irls here are freezing coldLeave me with your BorneoI don’t need much to keep me warm

Don’t stop now what you’re doingWhat you’re doing my ugly oneBring them all hereHard to hide a hundred girls in your hairIt won’t be fair if I hate herIf I ate herYou can go now

You’re already in thereI’ll be wearing your tat tooYou’re already in there

Got a cloud sleeping on my tongueHe goes then it goes andKiss the violets as they’re waking up

Leave me with your BorneoLeave me the way I was before

You’re already in thereI’ll be wearing your tat tooI’m already in circles and circles and circles againThe girl’s in circles and circles got to stop spinningCircles and circles and circles againThought I was over the bridge now

PRECIOUS THINGS

so I ran fasterbut it caught me hereyes my loyalties turnedlike my anklein the seventh graderunning af ter BILLYrunning af ter the rain

these precious thingsLet them bleedLet them wash awaythese precious things let them breaktheir hold on me

he said you’re really an ugly g irlbut I like the way you playand I diedbut I thanked himcan you believe thatsick. holding on to his picturedressing up every dayI wanna smash the faces of those beautiful BOYSthose christian boysso you can made me cumthat doesn’t make you Jesus

these precious thingsLet them bleedLet them wash awaythese precious things let them breaktheir hold on me

I remember yesin my peach party dressno one daredno one caredto tell me where the pret ty g irls arethose demigodswith their NINE-INCH nailsand lit tle fascist pantiestucked inside the heartof every nice g irl

STAR OF WONDER

We three kings are coming againBearing g if ts from the eastFrom the east

Some say a star will rise againin the hearts of humankindSome say we have been in exileWhat we need is solar f ire

Star of wonder, star of night,Star of royal BeautyWestward leading, still proceedinga star of wonder

We bring Gold and Myrrh for himFrom the east FrankincenseFrom the east

Star of wonder, star of night,Star of royal BeautyWestward leading, still proceedingStar of wonder, star of nightStar of royal beautyWestward leading, still proceedingseeding a star of wonder

GOLD DUST

Sights and Soundspull me back downanother yearI WAS HEREI WAS HEREWhipping pastthe ref lecting poolme + youskipping school

And we make it upas we go alongWe make it up as wego along

You said -you raced from Langley -pulling me underneatha Cherry Blossomcanopy- Do I Have –Of course I have,Beneath my raincoat,I have your photographs.And the sun on yourF aceI’m freezing that frame

And somewhere Alf ie criesand says “Enjoy his every smileYou can see in the darkThrough the eyes ofLaura Mars”- How did it go so fast -

you’ll sayas we are lookingbackand then we’llunderstandwe held gold dustin ourhands

Sights and Soundspull me back downanother yearI WAS HEREI WAS HEREGaslightsGlow in the street(f lickering past)Twilight held usin her palmas we walked along

And we make it upas we go alongWe make it up as we go along

Let ting namesHang in theairWhat color hair(auburn crimson)Autumn knowinglyStaredAnd the day thatShe cameI’m freezing that FrameI’m freezing that frame

And somewhere Alf ie smilesand says “Enjoy her every cryYou can see in the darkThrough the eyesOf Laura Mars”- How did it go so fast -you’ll say as we are lookingbackand then we’ll understandWe held gold dustin ourhands

FLYING DUTCHMAN

Hey kid, I’ve got a ride for youthey say your brain is a comic book tat tooand you’ll never be anythingwhat will you do with your life that’s all you hear from noon till night

take a trip on a rocket ship baby where the sea is the skyI know the guy who runs the place and he’s out of sightFlying Dutchman are you out thereFlying Dutchman are you out there

Straight suits they don’t understandshe tried, that one, with the alligator boots but the other side drew her inheart falling fast when she lef t, even the Milky Way was dressed in black

take a trip on a rocket ship baby the sea is the skyI know the guy who runs the place and he’s out of sightFlying Dutchman are you out thereFlying Dutchman are you out there

cause they can’t see what you’re born to bethey can’t see methey can’t bewhat they can’t believethey can see what you see

they’ll keep the boy spinning in their own lit tle worldtie him up so he won’t say a wordthey’ll keep the boy spinning in their own lit tle worldso afraid he’ll be what they never were

WINTER

snow can waitI forgot my mit tenswipe my nose, get my new boots onI get a lit tle warm in my heartwhen I think of winterI put my hand in my father’s gloveI run of f where the DRIFTS GET DEEPERsleeping beauty trips me with a frownI hear a voice,“you must learn to stand up for yourselfcause I can’t always be around”he says…

when you gonna make up your mindwhen you gonna love you as much as I dowhen you gonna make up your mind‘cause things are gonna CHANGE so fastall the white horses are still in bedI tell you that I’ll always want you nearyou say that things change, my dear

boys get discoveredas winter MELTSf lowers competing for the sunyears go byand I’m here still waitingwithering where some snowman wasmirror, mirrorwhere’s the crystal palacebut I only can see myselfSK ATING around the truth who I ambut I know, Dad, the ice is get ting thin

when you gonna make up your mindwhen you gonna love you as much as I dowhen you gonna make up your mind‘cause things are gonna CHANGE so fastall the white horses are still in bed

I tell you that I’ll always want you nearyou say that things change, my dear

hair is greyand the f ires are burningso many dreams on the shelfyou say “I wanted you to be PROUD of me”I always wanted that myself

when you gonna make up your mindwhen you gonna love you as much as I dowhen you gonna make up your mind‘cause things are gonna CHANGE so fastall the white horses have gone aheadI tell you that I’ll always want you nearyou say that things change, my dearall the white horses

PROGR AMMABLE SODA

Think of me as programmable sodaToo much cherry?Baby then you can just add colaThink of me as programmable soda

‘Cause you cancan be a cruel fellaSo okay, then I just back of f the vanilla

Think of me as programmable soda‘cause I’ve comeI’ve come to accept thatfor lovelies you are a fanaticBut I can’tI can’t let that throw meinto a genital panic

Think of me as programmable sodaToo much cherry?Baby then you can just add colaThink of me as programmable sodaWhen you think and boy when you drinkwhen you think of me

MARIANNE

tunarubbera lit tle blubber in my iglooand I knew you pig tails and allg irls when they falland they said Marianne killed herselfand I said not a chancedon’t you love the g irls ladies babesold bags who say she was so pret ty whywhy why why did she crawl down in the olddeep ravine

c’mon pig tails g irls and all those sailorsget your bags and hold down won’t you justhold down cause Ed is watching my every soundI saidthey’re watching my every sound

the weasel squeaks faster than a seven day weekI said Timmy and that purple Monkeyare all downat Bobby’s housemaking themselves pesters and lesters and jesters and mytraitors of kindand I’m just having thoughts I saidI’m just having thoughts ofhaving thoughts having MarianneI, she could outrun the fastest slugshe couldhaving thoughts of Marianne quickest g irl in the frying panyes I’m just having thoughts of Marianne

SNOW CHERRIES FROM FR ANCE

I knew a boy who wouldnot share his bikeoh but he let me go sailingI swore that I could survive any stormoh then he let me go

“Can you Launch Rockets from here?”Boy I’ve done it for yearsright over my headand when I promised my handhe promised me backSnow Cherries from Franceall that summerwe traveled the worldnever leaving his own back gardengirls I didn’t knowjust what it could beoh but he let me go sailing

you question me, “Can you ride anything?”Lord do you mean like your mood swingsInvaders and Traders withthe best intentionsmay convince you to go“They look like Pirates from here”Boy I’ve been one for yearsjust keeping my headand when I promised my handyou promised me backSnow Cherries from Franceall that summerwe traveled the worldnever leaving his own back garden

girls I didn’t knowjust what it could beoh but he let me go sailingand then one day he said“Girl it’s been nice, oh but I have to go sailing”with cinnamon lipsthat did not match his eyesoh then he let me go

SILENT ALL THESE YEARS

excuse me but can I be you for a while my DOG won’t bite if you sit real still I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin’ at me again yeah I can hear that been saved again by the garbage truck I got something to say you know but NOTHING comes yes I know what you think of me you never shut up yeah I can hear that

but what if I’m a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but I don’t care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it’s been HERE silent all these years

so you found a g irl who thinks really deep thoughts what’s so amazing about really deep thoughts Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon how’s that thought for you my scream got lost in a paper cup you think there’s a heaven where some screams have gone I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think it’s enough to get us there

cause what if I’m a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but I don’t care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my

voice and it’s been HERE silent all these

years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand years go by if I’m stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my head years go by will I choke on my tears till f inally there is nothing lef t One more casualty you know we’re to EASY easy easy

well I love the way we communicate your eyes focus on my funny lip shape Let’s hear what you think of me now but baby don’t look up the sky is falling your MOTHER shows up in a nasty dress It’s your turn now to stand where I stand Everybody lookin’ at you here take hold of my hand yeah I can hear them

what if I’m a mermaid in these jeans of yours with her name still on it hey but I don’t care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice I hear my voice I hear my voice and it’s beenHERE silent all these years

GIRL DISAPPEARING

7 amSo it begins again1-0 (zip) favoring familiar silhouet tes

Left whips and chainsbehind I’m boycot ting trendsit’s my new look this season

Riding on backs of palominosPrimed for an at tackIt’s as goodas good as it gets

With g irl disappearingWhat on earth’s occurring?‘cause she’s right in front of me

a girl disappearingto some secret prisonbehind her eyes she whispers“Big surprise there wasno protection by this urban lightso I’m running toa constellationwhere they can still see you”

Envy can spreadherself so thinlyShe slipped inbefore I could notice it

In my own warBlood in the cherry zonewhen theyPit woman against feminist

Riding on backs of palominosDitching the blond shellworking her hellon that red carpet

With g irl disappearingWhat on earth’s occurring?‘cause she’s right in front of me

a girl disappearingto some secret prisonbut she’s right in front of mea girl disappearingto some secret prisonbehind her eyes she whispers“Big surprise there wasno protection by this urban lightso I’m running toa constellationwhere they can still see you”Then I’m running tooIf that’s a consolation‘cause I can still see you

MAYBE CALIFORNIA

hey Mrs. see, please don‘t jump„why not, nothing is making sense anymore to meI don‘t know when I stopped making him smile.Now the kids see me cry all the time.“

From one mother to the otherThey‘ll never get over thisfor their lifetime all their wisheswill be dashed upon those clif fs.

So let‘s be strong you and meThe night is o-openingOur angels are fallingand they will warm

they‘ll warm usShe asked, „Right Now?Right Here?“I ‚m feelin‘ soon,soon my dear,maybe californiamaybe california.

As mothers we have our troublesYou‘ll leave them with emptinessfor their lifetime all their wishes will be dashed upon those clif fsthose clif fs

So let‘s be strong you and methe night is o- it is openingour angels are fallingand they will warmthey will warm usShe asked, ‚Right Now?Right Here?“I‘m feelin‘ soon so soon my dear,maybe californiamaybe californiaUntil then there will bestarlight shining downfor every tear in every town

1st VIOLINArlia de RuiterVera LaporevaSarah KochDenis KoendersCasper DonkerFeyona van IerselPauline Marieke KoningSeija TeeuwenPolina CekovPauline TerlouwRuben Margarita

2nd VIOLINHerman van HaarenLucja DomskiWim KokElizabeth Lief kes-CatsMarianne van den HeuvelVera van der BieMerijn Rombout

VIOLAMieke HoninghNorman JansenJulia Jowet tIris SchutIsabella Petersen

CELLOMaarten JansenWim GrinAnnie TangbergJascha AlbrachtJos TeekenEmile Visser

CONTR ABASS Erik WinkelmannArend Lief kesTjerk de Vos

FLUTEJanine AbbasMariël van den BosMarie-Cécile de Wit

OBOEMartin de RuiterWillem Luijt

FRENCH HORNPieter HunfeldRoel Koster

SAXOPHONE/CLARINETMarc ScholtenPaul van der FeenLeo JanssenJos BeerenMax Boeree

TRUMPETRuud BreulsRay BruinsmaMartijn de Laat

TROMBONEJan OostingBert Pfeif ferBart van LierJuliane Gralle (bass trombone)Martin van den Berg (bass trombone)

PERCUSSIONEddy KoopmanMurk JiskootFrank Wardenier

HARPJoke Schonewille

KEYBOARDSJasper Sof fersHans Vroomans

WURLITZERTA

For The Metropole OrkestHenk Schepers – managerSophie Koopmans – production managerHenk Heijink – artistic producerHein Bouwman– orchestra assistantJan Visser – orchestra assistantIris Andringa – of f ice managerFloor Cloo – production assistantTheus de Ruig – librarianEmbert-Jan Messelink – librarianSusanne Grunewald – librarian

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All songs writ ten by Tori AmosPublished by Sword and Stone (ASCAP)

Recorded and Mixed by Mark Hawley and Marcel van LimbeekMastered by Jon AstleyProduced by Tori AmosMixed and Mastered at Martian Engineering, Cornwall, UK

Orchestra and Tori Recorded at: MCO Studio 3 Hilversum NLAssisted by Dirk OvereemAdditional Vocals Recorded at Martian Engineering, Cornwall, UKChief Technician: Adam Spry

Bösendorfer and Vocals: Tori Amos

The Metropole Orkest

Conducted by Jules Buckley

Arrangements for the Orchestra by John Philip Shenale

Winter, Silent All These Years and Flying Dutchman orig inally arranged for Orchestra by Nick DeCaro and reworked by John Philip Shenale.

Assistants to John Philip Shenale: NIka Stein-Ross and James RossCopyist: Lon PriceProof Reader: Marta Woodhull

Piano Technician: Ann Walker

Photography: Danielle Levit tThe Glam Squad:Stylist/Concept, Karen BinnsStylist Asst, Atyen AliHair, Barry Lee MoeMake up, Nora Nona Nails, Kavita Kaul using Nail RockMany Thanks to Sisley skin care and OCC make-up Package Desig n: theConspiracyAdditional Photography: Sean Mosher- Smith, Dennis Martin

Legal: Peter Paterno, Michelle Jubelirer and Dan Jensen at KHPB

Management: John Witherspoon The Galactic Music Group

FLAVOR Video

Directed by Danielle Levit tProduced by Stephanie PortoDirector of Photography Colin Devin MooreAdditional PhotographyPeter TalamoPeter CrosbySound by Thomas KogutGaf fer Rafael RiosStyled by Karen BinnsStylist Asst Atyen AliHair Barry Lee MoeMake up Nora NonaProp Stylist Erin Lynn-WelshNails Kavita KauCasting Stephanie PortoAdditional Lighting Desig nJef f AllenAmie NorrisJustin ChanJordan SeilerProduction AssistantsKristin WongAleksandra Zagozda

GOLD DUST Video

Film produced by Holger Hage FilmproductionDirected and Edited by Holger HageCameras: Oliver Köppel, Enrico Strecker, Holger HageHair and Make Up by Barry Lee Moe

Behind the Scenes of FLAVOR Video

Filmed and Edited by Peter CrosbyShow Love Productions

Thanks to Johnny at Galactic, Mark and Marcel, Adam, Debbie Thomas, Nell Arnaud, Philly (JPS) to Alex The Music Doctor, Max as always, Ann Walker, Brian Kemble at Bösendorfer, to Cory Llewellyn at Transmission Media. to Sean Mosher Smith at The Conspiracy, Jules, Henk S, Henk H and all at The Metropole, Aleix and Felice at Girlie Action to Peter, Michelle and Dan at KHPB, Howard Shapiro at MSK, Carole at CA A, Mike, Mikaela, Mo and Annet te at ITB, Dave and Nicole at Rima, continued creative inspiration, Samuel Adamson, Marianne Elliot t, Tim Levy, Martin Lowe, Steven Hogget t, Rae Rmith, and Ben Power. Bruce, Mandy and Niels at Fintage, David, Aaron, Nathan and Nancy at WTAS. Alan G, Gillian Everall, Jim Sopko, Jim Garrity, John and Heather Penn, The Touring Crew, Mick Thornton and Dan Jones, Ton Derks, John Lord, Tom Servinsky, Robs Travel, Uncle Bob, Michelle, Josh, Lois, Greg in NYC, Kevin at APT, Jon and Jude, To Danielle Levit t, Stephanie Porto, Colin Devin Moore, Karen Binns, Barry Lee Moe, Nora Nona, and Vincent Smith, To Curtis Kakebobee for holding a space.

Special Thanks to Max Hole at UMGI, Alex Buhr at Mercury Classics, Lucy Maxwell-Stewart, Lut Behiels, Natalie Rapp and to the team at Deutsche Grammophon also to Paul Foley, Olga Makrias and Stephanie Shim at Decca US

Personal Thanks:As always to Mark and Tash for causing outrageous laughter, Johnny Johnny Johnny, Mom and Dad, Dr. Marie Dobyns and the Dobyns 5 - Cody,Casey, Kit, Kelsey, and Cory. To Mrs. Irene Hawley without question still the most patient woman on Earth, Auntie Joyce, Karen and Keith, the vig ilant spirit of John Hawley. To Phillip, Kelly, Wesley and all the Amos and Copeland clans of whom are many. To Manny King, the spirits, and your family, students past and present. To Dr. Roberts and all the Goddesses at your of f ice including Dr. Singh and chief goddess Antoinet te.To the Bean family, Neil Gaiman, Mat t Chamberlain, Rantz, Beenie (Nancy Shanks), Arminda Delany, Jon and Ali Evans, Superdebs, Chelsea and fam, Marcel and Thea and family, Philly and our chats, Adam and Kaye, the Sage fairy, and deep gratitude to the Muses---- all of them.