Tori Amos (born Myra Ellen Amos on 22 August 1963 in Newton, North Carolina, United States) is an American pianist and singer-songwriter.
Having already begun composing instrumental pieces on piano, Amos won a full scholarship to the Peabody Institute at Johns Hopkins University, the youngest person ever to have been admitted, at age five. She was expelled at age eleven for, in her own words, insisting on playing by ear and because of her interest in popular rock music.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Note on lyrics: I looked them up online and they seem to be rather up in the air. What I put down as "the braves you pain the pain for" I also found as "the braves you painted pink for" and "the graves are painted painful." And I only found "but you can never rush a man" online, but when I listened I always thought it was "that you can have a Russian man." Pick what you want. Also, when she does the gibberish-moaning thing, I tried to write down what it sounds like - very difficult!! Just do your own la-da-da's. Comments: [email protected]
Bachelorette - Tori Amos
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You are at the door Dm The tide will turn CEm There's a window CEmBm There's a window
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