You told me last night you were a sun now, with your very own devoted satellite

Back in 2000, a good friend, someone who I consider a brother, exposed me to the music of Tori Amos. I found it to be quite intriguing, and my journey into her world has been one of the most beautiful journeys of my life. As I go further into it, I am developing an even greater appreciation for her work.

From the moment I began listening to Tori’s music, I felt a deep connection to it, as if I was able to understand the thoughts and feelings I had been having, yet was never really able to understand or express. I feel like I have always been looking for something to relate to on a deep spiritual level, and her work is one of the few things that I’ve found fulfilling.

The song that I want to share with you today is called “Doughnut Hole” and it, like much of her work, has taken a variety of meanings for me over the course of time.

For what its worth, I think the song is about human relations with regards to egoism.  I used one of the most meaningful lines as the title of this post “You told me last night you were a sun now, with your very own devoted satellite. Happy for you and I am sure that I hate you, two sons too many too many able fires.”  This seems to be about self-centered behavior that ignores the importance of love and friendship.

I have many more thoughts about the song, but unfortunately I don’t have time to share them today.  Perhaps I will get some time later and revise this, so I can expand more on it.

Anyhow, I’m sure there are a variety of interpretations that can be attached to the song, that’s the beauty of this kind of music, it can mean different things at different times in your life.  It certainly has taken a variety of meanings in mine.  If anyone out there wants to share their views, please do send in a comment.

video: Tori Amos Performing Doughnut Song

Here are the lyrics:

had me a trick and a kick and your message
well you’ll never gain weight from a doughnut hole
then thought that i could decipher your message
there’s no one here dear
no one at all

and if I’m wasting all your time
this time
maybe you never learned to take
and if I’m hanging on to your shade
i guess I’m way beyond the pale

and southern men can grow gold
can grow pertty
blood can be pertty
like a delicate man
copper to steel to a hinge that is faltered
that let’s you in let’s you in let’s you in
something’s just keeping you numb

you told me last night
you were a sun now with your very own
devoted satellite
happy for you
and i am sure that i hate you
too sons too many too many able fires

and if I’m wasting all your time
this time
i think you never learned to take
and if I’m hanging on to your shade
i guess I’m way beyond the pale

~Tori Amos