Under the Pink
Under the Pink is the second solo album by singer-songwriter Tori Amos. Upon its release in January 1994, the album peaked at US #12 and on the back of the hit single "Cornflake Girl", the album debuted at UK #1, her highest-charting UK album debut to date. It had sold around 220,000 copies in the UK by the end of 1994, finishing that year as the UK's 61st best-selling album. This album was included in Blender magazine's list of 500 CDs You Must Own. It was voted among the greatest albums of the 1990s by Rolling Stone magazine some years later. A special double-disc edition was released exclusively in Australia and New Zealand, titled More Pink: The B-Sides.
Overview
While several soft-loud-soft tunes betray a clear debt to Nirvana-style grunge, overall this album represents a more acoustic piano-based sound, and most of the final third of the album is devoted to a classical-inspired suite of piano songs, including the sweeping nine-and-a-half minute epic "Yes, Anastasia". Amos used a prepared upright piano for the studio recording of "Bells for Her", which was also played on a prepared piano for the second half of the tour.
Bells For Her
And through the life force and there goes her friend
On her Nishiki it's out of time
And through the portal they can make amends
He would you say whatever we're blanket frinds
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on its way
And through the walls they made their mudpies
I've got you mind I said she siad I've you voice
I said you don't need my voice girl you have your own
But you never thought it was enough of
So they went years and years
Like sisters blanket girls
Always there through that and this
There's nothing we cannot ever fix I said
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on it's way
Bells and footfalls and soliers and dolls
Brothers and lovers she and I were
Now she seems to be sand under his shoes
There's nothing I can do
Can't stop what's coming
Can't stop what is on it's way
And now I speak to you are you in there
You have her face and her eyes
But you are not her
And we go at each other
Like blank ettes who can't find
Their thread and their bare
Can't stop loving
Can't stop what is on its way