Top Eight Tori Amos songs.

Like most songs on American Doll Posse, The Bridge may be a little lite on the lyrics, but it's fresh and it sounds like vintage Tori. I, too, sometimes think I understand.

Jumping to the other extreme on the lyrics scale here. "Tuna, rubber, little blubber in my igloo..." When I first heard it I was like, what the hell? How can something I don't understand, something like "Timmy and that purple monkey" and "quickest girl in the frying pan" make so much sense?

It's been years since my backpack was looted on a train and some bastard escaped with my "Under The Pink" CD, but to this day I often catch myself singing "Someone's knocking on my kitchen door" and when I do I'm compelled to test my memory and continue singing to the end and I never fail. I wish they'd leave me with their Borneo. Oh, well.

When I was just a wee lad addicted to spices and herbs back in Kharkov, Ukraine circa 1995, it was Cornflake Girl, anonymous at the time, who introduced me to Tori. All I remember of the encounter was this crazy piano screaming across the second largest square in Europe and the voice answering, but I became an acolyte there and then.

Need I say more? Anyone who's had an antichrist screaming at them in the kitchen knows what I'm talking about here. HERE

The album version was good, but when I heard this on a bonus DVD to the Tales of a Librarian, it blew the roof off. The Vocals were impeccable. In fact, as far as pure vocals are concerned, I can't think of any Tori song better right now. Don't hurl stones, I'm fragile.

Let me be frank. And Brief. If you haven't heard Precious Things at a concert - you haven't lived. I heard it for the first time during the 1998 tour and I haven't been the same since. I even feel like smashing the faces of beautiful boys sometimes. And I'm kind of handsome. But I'll be the first to admit, that doesn't make me Jesus.

Yep. This is my favorite song, Tori or otherwise. It's hard to explain why. There's no logic, no reason. I believe we love things that resonate with us. I can see no other explanation, for example, why the world hasn't fallen at Tori's feet and begged to be allowed to worship her. All I know is that Yes, Anastasia takes me places I don't normally visit. It lifts me, throws me down, it makes me clench my fists, it makes me sing in a high-pitched voice. It's probably true that all of the songs I listed above do this to some degree, but I feel that in Yes, Anastasia I have found my match. It vibrates with the same frequency I do. My daughter's name is Anastasia, by the way. Thanks for reading.