Tourist

An excerpt from a now deleted blog post from Juliana on her official site in 2009:

In this song I am privately defending myself from a bad review, to protect and prop up my fragile sense of self-worth. I am disputing the bad review and asserting my faux-superiority by accusing the reviewer of lacking insight and understanding. I’m calling him a simpleton; a philistine, kind of like this: “If you disparage what you don’t understand, you are only embarrassing yourself and exposing your lack of sensitivity; and if you wished to hurt me with your harsh or dismissive words, you failed because I couldn’t care less what you think of me because you are a dummy.” Or so I say/said. Everything does hurt, if only for a second. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t have to defend myself. And I wouldn’t have had to write this song.

The song says: “You think you know so much about women? You think you know me? You think you know my sister? Well, we are only giving you tiny little pieces of pieces of us. And then we are taking it all back, rolling it up like a carpet and pulling it in.

“I am withholding so much; withholding the best stuff (‘the light within’), because you wouldn’t fully appreciate it; you have not proven yourself worthy of the life inside of me.” Why waste it? Why throw pearls at swine?