Tori Amos
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This song is written from the perspective of Napoléon Bonaparte (Napoleon I) to his wife Joséphine de Beauharnais. She was the recipient of numerous love letters written by Napoléon, many of which still exist. This song references the love letters which she received from Napoléon when he was away fr...
[Intro: Matt Chamberlain]
"...two, three, four"
[Verse 1: Tori Amos]
Not tonight, Josephine
In an army’s strength therein lies the denouement
From here you’re haunting me
By the Seine, so beautiful
Only not to be of use
Impossible, impossible
[Verse 2: Tori Amos]
So strange, victory
1200 spires, the only sound: Moscow burning
Empty like the Tuileries
Like a dream, Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible
[Verse 3: Tori Amos]
In the last extremity
To advance or not to advance, I hear you laughing
Even still you’re calling me
Not tonight, not tonight
Not tonight, Josephine