My Snow Cherry has been popped!

So, I've been thinking of starting a blog for a few months now. Some of my friends are doing it and, let's just say, peer pressure has finally done me in. For some reason, the thing I was most worried about was my blog's title/name. I guess it's sort of like naming a baby -- you don't want it to be a stupid name that your creation is doomed to live with for the rest of it's life.

Well, the Tori song, "Snow Cherries from France" has been stuck in my head for weeks now, so I'm taking this hint from my brain and naming my blog after the song. It's a good song, though not many people know it. The ironic thing is that I don't even know if Snow-Cherries actually exist -- but, don't they sound nice? Even lovely?

So, here's my general interpretation of the song -- this woman loves this man, but she knows that he won't really stick around. She promises her hand, i.e. marriage, and he gives her a lofty promise of snow cherries from France -- which, like I said, sound nice, but do they even exist? I don't think it's meant to make you feel sorry for the woman or make the man look bad. The woman knew what she is doing and the man does "let her go sailing" (perhaps, lets her realize her own dreams?). In the end, the man does leave -- the woman will recover, but will be changed from allowing the man in her life. Ok, so that's my take, but it's Tori, so really, the song could totally be about pirates and bikes. I've posted the lyrics below for your perusal:


Snow Cherries from France by Tori Amos

I knew a boy who would not share his bike
oh, but he let me go sailing
I swore that I could survive any storm
oh then he let me go

"can you launch rockets from here?"
boy, I've done it for years
right over my head
and when I promised my hand
he promised me back
snow cherries from France

all that summer we traveled the world
never leaving his own back garden
girls, I didn't know
just what it could be
oh, but he let me go sailing

you question me,
"can you ride anything?"
lord, do you mean like your mood swings?
invaders and traders with
the best intentions
may convince you to go

"they look like pirates from here"
boy, I've been one for years
just keeping my head
and when I promised my hand
you promised me back
snow cherries from France

and then one day he said
"girl it's been nice,
oh, but I have to go sailing"
with cinnamon lips
that did not match his eyes
oh, then he let me go