albums | interviews | photos | tours | boots | lyrics | press releases | timeline | stories


Unrepentant Geraldines

press release / discography / photos / tour


Weatherman

Lyrics by Tori Amos

he is not a weatherman
but his bride lies with the land
and she will whisper to him
I'll be dressing up in snow
cloaked in echo it's almost
as if only Nature knows
how to bring his wife to life
and breathe her into form

"one more look from her eyes
one more look can you paint her back to life"

he knows every moor and mound
every curve of every hill
A shoulder of the mountain
where they watched a thousand dawns

"one more look from her eyes
one more look can you paint her back to life"

rising she stirs
first it blurs
a breeze that lifts
lilac blossoms from the earth
blending its shape
to a skirt
with limbs that bend
he's drawn toward her pirouette turn
Autumn's peach black
Winter's velvet coat
Pink Tourmaline,
palette of Spring
in Summer she's wrapped in Viennese green

he is not a weatherman
but his bride lies with the land
and she will whisper to him
I'll be dressing up in snow
cloaked in echo it's almost
as if only Nature knows
how to paint his wife to life
with every season's tone

"one more look from her eyes
one more look can you paint her back to life"


Tori Quotes

"Weatherman" is something that Mark and Tash got used to hearing me play in the early hours of the morning, maybe four-thirty, five in the morning in Florida, in Florida's winter. So it might be slightly chilly before the sun's up in Florida, and it's always a bit before Christmas when this was happening. So they would wake up to hearing this because sometimes I could play -- I would play it for hours, just play it and play it -- but the story, really understanding the story was something that took me, really took me time because I couldn't work out, until I did, that she was dead, and that he couldn't move on. The guy in the story, he couldn't move on, and didn't want to move on, and wasn't ready to move on -- so there wasn't a, there wasn't a resolve for him, and there isn't, there isn't another woman -- it doesn't exist. And so I finally had to realize how to tell the story, and I kept being pushed to see that nature was a core character in this story, and that she was painting a wife to life. [Spotify commentary - 2014]

In "Weatherman," he loves his bride so much, and she dies. He can't move on. That's how true and deep his love is. Nature itself not just pities him, but decides to bring his wife back to life by painting her through the seasons. [Radio.com - June 6, 2014]


Live Versions

"Weatherman"
May 28, 2014 - Brussels, Belgium




t o r i p h o r i a
tori amos digital archive
yessaid.com