Muhamed My Friend, by Tori Amos

Okay.. I don't really know how you'd classify me as far as "religion" goes.

I'm not a follower of the Judeo Christian school of thought, nor am I a Pagan, nor do I exactly believe in Eastern ways...

I guess I'm in a league of my own.

I was raised Catholic, but knew since I was about five that it wasn't for me.

I suppose one of the biggest problems I had with it politic wise, was the fact that women seemed so put aside. Mary was fine and all, but how the heck could they be so sure that The Big Guy was really a guy? Why couldn't women be preists? What good were NUNS? They just wore their habits and lived celibate lives and well... that's about it, isn't it?

I always thought women deserved more. If a woman loves the Christian God with all her heart, why shouldn't she be allowed to spread His word through the Mass?

Anyway.. I'll get off my crate of comunion wafers right now.

Now, I don't claim to know what Tori meant when she wrote this, but personally, I see it as kind of a wry questioning of those thoughts.

(Just a slightly ironic sidenote.. a few years back, before this CD even came out, I made a collage about nifty girl type things and in the bottom corner, there's a picture of Ms. Amos with a caption cut out of Newsweek saying "women should be priests" hehehhe)

Muhammad my friend

it's time to tell the world

we both know it was a girl back in Bethelem

and on that fateful day

when she was crucified

she wore Shiseido Red and we drank tea

by her side

sweet sweet

used to be so sweet to me

Muhammad my friend

I'm getting very scared

teach me how to love my brothers

who don't know the law

and what about the deal on the flying

trapeze got a peanut butter hand

but honey do drop in at the

Dew Drop Inn

sweet sweet

between the boys and the bees

and Moses I know

I know you've seen fire

but you've never seen fire

until you've seen Pele blow

and I've never seen light

but I sure have seen gold

and Gladys save a place for me

on your grapevine

till I get my own TV show

ashre ashre ashre ashre

and if I lose my Cracker Jacks at the

tidal wave I got a place

in the Pope's rubber robe

Muhammad my friend

It's time to tell the world

we both know it was a girl

back in Bethelem