Precious Things
Tori Amos Lyrics


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So I ran faster
But it caught me here
Yes my loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after billy
Running after the rain
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me

He said you're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe
That sick
Holding on to his picture
Dressing up every day
I want to smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those christian boys
So you can make me cum
That doesn't make you jesus

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me

I remember
Yes
In my peach party dress
No one dared
No one cared
To tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demigods
With their nine-inch nails
And a little fascist panties
Tucked inside the heart
Of every nice girl

These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away

These precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break





Precious, precious

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tori Amos's song Precious Things express a sense of anger, pain, and defiance that is characteristic of the artist. The song begins with Tori recalling a traumatic incident in her childhood when she was chasing after a boy named Billy and fell, injuring her ankle. This memory serves as a metaphor for her struggles with loyalty and the pain of her past experiences. The chorus "Let them bleed, let them wash away, let them break their hold on me" suggests that she wants to release the emotional baggage that she has been carrying with her for a long time.


The verse about the boy who called her ugly but liked the way she played indicates that Tori has been objectified and valued only for her talents or appearance. She seems to despise the boys who are seen as beautiful and Christian, and accuses them of having a sense of entitlement that makes them feel superior to the rest of the world. The line "So you can make me cum, but that doesn't make you Jesus" is a powerful statement about the dangers of equating sexual gratification with religious salvation.


The final verse talks about Tori's search for the "pretty girls" who are praised and admired by society. She describes these girls as "demigods" with a sense of power and confidence that she envies. However, she also suggests that their beauty and charm are nothing more than a façade that hides their inner struggles and insecurities. The use of the phrase "fascist panties" is a provocative symbol of the ways in which women are forced to conform to restrictive norms and expectations.


Overall, the lyrics to Precious Things are a powerful critique of the ways in which women are judged, objectified, and devalued in society. Through her intense and impassioned voice, Tori Amos challenges listeners to confront their own biases and prejudices and to embrace the complexities and contradictions of human experience.


Line by Line Meaning

So I ran faster
I tried to escape from my problems, but I couldn't outrun them.


But it caught me here
Despite my efforts, my problems have caught up with me.


Yes my loyalties turned
I've changed my mind about what's important to me.


Like my ankle
Just as my ankle turned and caused me pain, my shifting loyalties have caused me emotional pain.


In the seventh grade
This was a painful experience from my past, like my injury in the seventh grade.


Running after billy
Like chasing after Billy, this experience was frustrating and futile.


Running after the rain
Just as running after the rain is a pointless task, so was running after Billy or trying to escape from my problems.


He said you're really an ugly girl
Someone insulted me and made me feel worthless because of my appearance.


But I like the way you play
But despite my appearance, this person appreciated my talent or personality.


And I died
This experience hurt me deeply and affected me greatly.


But I thanked him
But at the same time, I felt grateful for the small amount of acceptance or validation they gave me.


Can you believe
This was such a surprising or unbelievable experience.


That sick
This was a disturbing or twisted experience.


Holding on to his picture
I clung onto the idea of this person and what they represented to me, even though they hurt me.


Dressing up every day
I tried to improve my appearance or change myself to fit a certain mold.


I want to smash the faces
I feel anger or resentment towards those who are considered attractive or popular.


Of those beautiful boys
I envy or resent the attention that attractive boys receive.


Those christian boys
These boys may belong to a certain social or religious group that I feel excluded from.


So you can make me cum
I may have compromised my values or standards in order to feel accepted or wanted.


That doesn't make you jesus
But just because someone makes you feel good doesn't make them a savior or a solution to your problems.


I remember
I reflect on a painful or significant memory.


Yes
I affirm the truth of what I'm about to say.


In my peach party dress
This is a specific detail about the memory that may represent innocence or vulnerability.


No one dared
Others ignored or overlooked my struggles and pain.


No one cared
Others didn't have empathy or concern for me.


To tell me
No one informed me or gave me guidance when I needed it.


Where the pretty girls are
I was excluded or didn't fit in with the popular or attractive girls.


Those demigods
These girls seemed to have god-like status and influence in their social circles.


With their nine-inch nails
These girls may have had a tough or edgy image or attitude.


And a little fascist panties
These girls may have upheld oppressive or exclusionary beliefs or behaviors.


Tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
These toxic beliefs and behaviors may exist in seemingly ordinary or harmless people.


These precious things
These experiences and emotions are valuable and meaningful to me, even if they are painful or difficult.


Let them bleed
Allow these experiences to flow out of me and express them fully.


Let them wash away
Let these experiences and emotions be washed away or healed over time.


Let them break
Allow these experiences and emotions to be destroyed or dismantled so they no longer hold power over me.


Their hold on me
I am no longer controlled or limited by these experiences and emotions.




Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: TORI AMOS

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