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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
standing just outside
the circle of light avoiding the pool cues watching the game waiting for you hanging in the doorway like smoke like mistletoe this is where i'll be whenever you come or go i'm gonna roll you over gonna peel you back expose your tender center watch the juices flow from the crack gonna peel you out of your protective shell or i might have to break right in there and raise some hell i don't have no grand plan for you and me just nothing is impossible nothing is unlikely i'm just riding the tide nothing more and it's bound to take me out some before it brings me back to shore when you look in the mirror do you see visions of your past i ain't got time for halfway i ain't got time for halfassed when i look in the mirror i see my days to come and my face is just a trace of where i'm coming from just outside the circle of light is where you've been living your whole life you've got to jump into the center and launch your attack and then you've got to crawl back in the corners where it's really black |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite and swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in he allows me to stand and sollicit graffiti until he needs the land i stand on i in my darkened threshold am pawing through my pockets the receipts, the bus schedules urgent napkin poems and matchbook phone numbers all of which laundering has rendered pulpy and strange loose change and a key ask me go ahead, ask me if i care i got the answer here i wrote it down somewhere i just gotta find it i just gotta find it somebody and their spraypaint got too close somebody came on too heavy now look at me made ugly by the drooling letters i was better off alone ain't that the way it is they don't know the first thing but you don't know that until they take the first swing my fingers are red and swollen from the cold i'm getting bold in my old age so go ahead, try the door it doesn't matter anymore i know the weakhearted are strongwilled and we are being kept alive until we're killed he's up there the ice is clinking in his glass i don't ask i just empty my pockets and wait it's not fate it's just circumstance i don't fool myself with romance i just live phone number to phone number dusting them against my thighs in the warmth of my pockets which whisper history incessantly asking me where were you i lower my eyes wishing i could cry more and care less, yes it's true, i was trying to love someone again, i was caught caring, bearing weight but i love this city, this state this country is too large and whoever's in charge up there had better take the elevator down and put more than change in our cup or else we are coming up |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
i got pulled over in west texas
so they could look inside my car he said are you an american citizen i said yes sir so far they made sure i wasn't smuggling someone in from mexico someone willing to settle for america 'cause there's nowhere else to go and every state line there's a new set of laws and every police man comes equipped with extended clause there's a thousand shades of white and a thousand shades of black but the same rule always applies smile pretty, and watch your back i broke down in louisiana and i had to thumb a ride got in the first car that pulled over you can't be picky in the middle of the night he said baby, do you like to fool around baby, do you like to be touched i said maybe some other time fuck you very much and every state line there's a new set of laws and every police man comes equipped with extended clause there's a thousand shades of white and a thousand shades of black but the same rule always applies smile pretty, and watch your back i'm in the middle of alabama they stare at me where ever i go i don't think they like my haircut i don't think they like my clothes i can't wait to get back to new york city where at least when i walk down the street nobody ever hesitates to tell me exactly what they think of me and every state line there's a new set of laws and every police man comes equipped with extended clause there's a thousand shades of white and a thousand shades of black but the same rule always applies smile pretty, and watch your back a little town in pennsylvania there was snow on the ground i parked in an empty lot where there was no one else around but i guess i was taking up too much space as i was trying to get some sleep 'cause an officer came by anyway and told me i had to leave and every state line there's a new set of laws and every police man comes equipped with extended clause there's a thousand shades of white and a thousand shades of black but the same rule always applies smile pretty, and watch your back |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
she's looking in the mirror
she's fixing her hair and i touch my head to feel what isn't there she's humming a melody we learned in grade school she's so happy and i think this is not cool 'cause i know the guy she's been talking about i have met him before and i think what is this beautiful beautiful woman settling for? she bends her breath when she talks to him i can see her features begin to blur as she pours herself into the mold he made for her and for everything he does she has a way to rationalize she says he don't mean what he do she tells me he called to apologize he says he loves her he says he's changing and he can keep her warm and so she sits there like america suffering through slow reform but she'll never get back the time and the years sneak by one by one she is still playing the martyr i am still praying for revolution and she still doesn't have what she deserves but she wakes up smiling every day she never really expected more that's just not the way we are raised and i say to her, you know, there's plenty of really great men out there but she doesn't hear me she's looking in the mirror she's fixing her hair |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
you think i wouldn't have him
unless i could have him by the balls you think i just dish it out you don't think i take it at all you think i am stronger you think i walk taller than the rest you think i'm usually wearing the pants just 'cause i rarely wear a dress well... when you look at me you see my purpose, see my pride you think i just saddle up my anger and ride and ride and ride you think i stand so firm you think i sit so high on my trusty steed let me tell you i'm usually face down on the ground when there's a stampede i'm no heroine at least, not last time i checked i'm too easy to roll over i'm too easy to wreck i just write about what i should have done i just sing what i wish i could say and hope somewhere some woman hears my music and it helps her through her day 'cause some guy designed these shoes i use to walk around some big man's business turns a profit every time i lay my money down some guy designed the room i'm standing in another built it with his own tools who says i like right angles? these are not my laws there are not my rules i'm no heroine i still answer to the other half of the race i don't fool myself like i fool you i don't have the power we just don't run this place |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
standing like john wayne
she is full framed she is center stage and my imagination is rattling in its cage i didn't really notice when everything else disappeared but as far as i'm concerned if it isn't her it isn't here she says do i know you i say well, no, not biblically but i've been waiting for you come and talk to me i have been playing too many of those boy girl games she says honey you are safe here this is a girl girl thing i told him i loved him so he thought i'd roll over and play dead he was god's gift to hypocrisy with weak knees and a big fat head she says honey don't tell me that old story you are boring me just tell me do you like me tell me what you're gonna do now that you're free standing like john wayne she is full framed she is center stage and my imagination is rattling in its cage i didn't really notice when everything else disappeared but as far as i'm concerned if it isn't her it isn't here as far as i'm concerned if it isn't her it isn't here |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
i'm okay
if you get me at a good angle and you're okay in the right sort of light and we don't look like pages from a magazine but that's all right oh baby, that's all right i crashed your pickup truck and then i had to drive it back home i was crying i was so scared of what you would do of what you would say but you just started laughing so i just started laughing along saying, it looks a little rough but it runs okay it looks a little rough but it runs good anyway we get a little further from perfection each year on the road i think that's what they call character i think that's just the way it goes but it's better to be dusty than polished like some store window mannequin why don't you touch me where i'm rusty let me stain your hands touch me where i'm rusty let me when you're pretty as a picture they pound down your door but i've been offered love in two dimensions before and i know that it's not all that it's made out to be let's show them all how it's done let's do it all imperfectly let's do it all imperfectly 'cause i'm okay if you get me at a good angle and you're okay in the right sort of light and we don't look like pages from a magazine but that's all right oh baby, that's all right |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
guess there's something wrong with me
guess i don't fit in no one wants to touch it no one knows where to begin i've got more than one membership to more than one club and i owe my life to the people that i love he looks me up and down like he knows what time it is like he's got my number like he thinks it's his he says, call me, miss difranco, if there's anything i can do i say, it's mr. difranco to you some days the line i walk turns out to be straight other days the line tends to deviate i've got no criteria for sex or race i just want to hear your voice i just want to see your face she looks me up and down like she thinks that i'll mature like she's got my number like it belongs to her she says, call me, ms. difranco if there's anything i can do i say, i've got spots i've got stripes, too their eyes are all asking are you in, or are you out and i think, oh man, what is this about? tonight you can't put me up on any shelf 'cause i came here alone i'm gonna leave by myself i just want to show you the way that i feel and when i get tired you can take the wheel to me what's more important is the person that i bring not just getting to the same restaurant and eating the same thing guess there's something wrong with me guess i don't fit in no one wants to touch it no one knows where to begin i've more than one membership to more than one club and i owe my life to the people that i love |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
my breast is cradled
in the curve of my guitar i'm breaking strings and other things playing hard no i'm not on the rag but i'm not on the run i am matching the big boys one for one and i must admit, i'm having myself some fun because the music business is still run by men like every business and everything but we can sing like a sonofabitch make them twitch around their eyes make them apologize he had a mean streak three miles wide it was a long walk to the other side she tried to get through it holding on to her smile but he wasn't worth the time it takes to make that mistake he just wasn't worthwhile she's been under command of the wrong man and she'll give you everything except the upper hand she was his mother, and his lover, and his wife now she wants the luxury of her own life 'cause the marriage business is still run by men like every business and every thing but she can sing like a sonofabitch make him twitch around his eyes girl, make him apologize they all want to lead the fight and they know what they know all right but there's so much they don't understand what about the other sex what about the other hand they only know what they've been told and they're well cast but they don't break the mold and good sources are not enough so she calls their bluff yeah, she calls their bluff 'cause the revolution business is still run by men like every business and everything but we can sing like a sonofabitch make them twitch around their eyes until they realize they just don't realize |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
he caresses every bottle
like it's the first one he's had saying it ain't love but it ain't bad it's the only reward bestowed upon me and i have served faithfully i can see he is scarred from doing some hard time but i let alone what is broken 'cause it isn't mine he strikes out at me when i am within reach then he reaches for me when i draw the line sometimes it seems like love is just a fancy word for compromise you gotta read between the years you gotta write between the lines you gotta try to understand the grandness of the man behind the petty crimes and let him off easy sometimes i have only just met an old old friend we've been walking around holding hands i hope some day he can bend as far as it takes to understand and risk breaking open again |
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from Ani Difranco - Imperfectly (2007)
If my life were a movie
there would be a sunset and the camera would pan away but the sky is just a little sister tagging along behind the buildings trying to imitate their grey the little boys are breaking bottles along the sidewalk the big boys, too the girls are hanging out at the candy store pumping quarters into the phone 'cause they don't want to go home and I think, what if no one's watching what it when we're dead, we're just dead what if it's just us down here what if god ain't looking down what if he's looking up instead if my life were a movie I would light a cigarette and the smoke would curl around my face everything I do would be interesting I'd play the good guy in every scene but I always feel I have to take a stand and there's always someone on hand to hate me for standing there I always feel I have to open my mouth and every time I do I offend someone somewhere but what what if no one's watching what if when we're dead, we're just dead what if there's no time to lose what if there's things we gotta do things that need to be said you know I can't apologize for everything I know I mean you don't have to agree with me but once you get me going you better just let me go we have to be able to criticize what we love say what we have to say 'cause if you're not trying to make something better as far as I can tell you're just in the way I mean what what if no one's watching what if when we're dead we're just dead what if it's just us down here what if god is just an idea someone put in your head I mean what what if no one's watching what if no one's watching... |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
you are subtle as a window pane
standing in my view but I will wait for it to rain so that I can see you you call me up at night when there's no light passing through and you think that I don't understand but I do we don't say everything that we could so that we can say later oh, you misunderstood I hold my cards up close to my chest I say what I have to and I hold back the rest 'cause someone you don't know is someone you don't know get a firm grip, girl before you let go for every hand extended another lies in wait keep your eye on that one anticipate dress down get out there pick a fight with the police we will get it all on film for the new release seems like everyone's an actor or they're an actor's best friend I wonder what was wrong to begin with that they should all have to pretend we lost sight of everything when we have to keep checking our backs I think we should all just smile come clean and relax if there's anything I've learned all these years on my own it's how to find my own way there and how to find my own way back home |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
I am walking
out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let it go and I can't get through... The old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor she's listening through the air shaft to see how long our swan song can last And both hands now use both hands oh, no don't close your eyes I am writing graffitti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried I am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow I am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands Oh! both hands And in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all and I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all And I am walking out in the rain and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let it go and I can't get though So now use both hands please use both hands oh, no don't close your eyes I am writing graffitti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried hard we tried how hard we tried |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
I opened the fire door
to four lips none of which were mine kissing tightened my belt around my hips where your hands were missing and stepped out into the cold collar high under the slate grey sky the air was smoking and the streets were dry and I wasn't joking when I said Good Bye magazine quality men talking on the corner French, no less much less of them then us so why do I feel like something's been rearranged? you know, taken out of context I must seem so strange killed a cockroach so big it left a puddle of pus on the wall when you and I are lying in bed you don't seem so tall I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired and my mind is disconnected but my heart is wired I make such a good statistic someone should study me now somebody's got to be interested in how I feel just 'cause I'm here and I'm real oh, how I miss substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss and oh, how I miss walking up to the edge and jumping in like I could feel the future on your skin I opened the fire door to four lips none of which were mine kissing I opened the fire door x 9 |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
thank you
for letting me stay here thank you for taking me in thank you for the beer and the food thank you for loaning me bus fare thank you for showing me around that was a very kind thing to do thank you for the use of the clean towel thank you for half of your bed we can sleep here like brother and sister, you said but you changed the rules in an hour or two and i don't know what you and your sisters do but please don't please stop this is not my obligation what does my body have to do with my gratitude? look at you little white lying for the purpose of justifying what you're trying to do i know that you feel my resistance i know that you heard what i said otherwise you wouldn't need the excuse thank you for letting me stay here thank you for taking me in i don't know where else i would have gone but i don't come and go like a pop song that you can play incessantly and then forget when it's gone you can't write me off and you don't turn me on so don't change the rules in an hour or two i don't know what you and your sisters do but please don't please stop this is not my obligation what does my body have to do with my gratitude? |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
i opened a bank account
when i was nine years old i closed it when i was eighteen i gave them every penny that i'd saved and they gave my blood and my urine a number now i'm sitting in this waiting room playing with the toys and i am here to exercise my freedom of choice i passed their handheld signs went through their picket lines they gathered when they saw me coming they shouted when they saw me cross i said why don't you go home just leave me alone i'm just another woman lost you are like fish in the water who don't know that they are wet as far as i can tell the world isn't perfect yet his bored eyes were obscene on his denim thighs a magazine i wish he'd never come here with me in fact i wish he'd never come near me i wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine i am growing older waiting in this line some of life's best lessons are learned at the worst times under the fierce fluorescent she offered her hand for me to hold she offered stability and calm and i was crushing her palm through the pinch pull wincing my smile unconvincing on that sterile battlefield that sees only casualties never heroes my heart hit absolute zero lucille, your voice still sounds in me mine was a relatively easy tragedy now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed but that picket line persisted and that clinic's since been closed they keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break but i don't think there's a one of them leads a life free of mistakes |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
in a forest of stone underneath a corporate canopy
where the sun rarely filters down the ground is not so soft it is not so soft they build buildings to house people making money or they build buildings to make money housing people it's true, like a lot of things are true foraging from a phone booth on the forest floor that is not so soft i look up, it looks like the builidings are burning but it's just the sun, setting in the windows the solar system calling an end to another business day eternally circling, signalling the rythmic clicking on and off of computers the pulse .. of the american machine the pulse .. that draws death dancing out of anonymous side streets you know, the ones that always get dumped on but never get ploughed it draws death dancing out of little countries with funny languages where the ground is getting harder and it was not that soft before but those who call the shots are never in the line of fire why when there's life for hire out there if the flag of truth were raised we could watch every liar rise to wave it here we learn america like a script playright, birthright - same thing we bring ourselves to the role we're all rehearsing for the presidency i always wanted to be commander in chief of my own one woman army but i can envision the mediocrity of my finest hour it's the failed america in me it's the fear that lives in a forest of stone, underneath the corporate canopy where the sun rarely filters down and the ground is not so soft...... |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
the butter melts out of habit
the toast isn't even warm the waitress and the man in the plaid shirt play out a scene they've played so many times before I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning from a bar on the east side of town and the coffee is just water dressed in brown beautiful but boring he visited me yesterday he noticed my fingers and asked me if I would play I didn't really care a lot but I couldn't think of a reason why not I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay my thighs have been involved in many accidents and now I can't get insured and I don't need to be lured by you my cunt is built like a wound that won't heal and now you don't have to ask because you know how I feel you know how I feel art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there and it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define there you are right there in the meantime I don't want to play for you anymore show me what you can do tell me what are you here for I want my old friends I want my old face I want my old mind fuck this time and place the butter melts out of habit you know, the toast isn't even warm |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
Tending the garden of noise
where i grow the traffic and the church bells and the neighborhood boys singing to myself when the solitude sets in in tune with the symphony of south brooklyn i sing rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye, the baby that is me rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye till i'm fast asleep the tunnel is train torn the tracks are worn and sore i can feel the rattle riding up through the floor she jumped the turnstile he paid for his ride i am the echo in the station where their footfalls collide i left her at the epicenter we were trembling dutifully i left him too i left parts of me singing... rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye, the baby that is me rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye till i'm fast asleep (repeats) i said today i am leaving in every sense of the word but i'm in love with your memory already everything i've seen and heard and i will go singing as the solitude sets in in time with the rhythm of everywhere i have been it sounds like rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye, the baby that is me rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye till i'm fast asleep (repeats x3) tending the garden of noise where i grow the traffic and the church bells and the neighborhood boys singing to myself when the solitude sets in in tune with the symphony of south brooklyn. |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
she says my ass hurts
when i sit down she says my feet hurt from just standing around i think my body is as restless as my mind and i don't know if i can roll with it this time packed his uniforms and drove him to the base she was crying all the way the world looked her in the face and said roll with it, baby make it your career keep the home fires burning till america is in the clear the mainstream is so polluted with lies once you get wet, it's so hard to get dry we're all taught how to justify history as it passes by and it's your world that comes crashing down when the big boys decide to throw their weight around but just roll with it baby make it your career keep the home fires burning till america is in the clear what if the enemy isn't in a distant land what if the enemy lies behind the voice of command the sound of war is a child's cry behind tinted windows, they just drive by all i know is that those who are going to be killed aren't those who preside on capitol hill i told him, don't fill the front lines of their war those assholes aren't worth dying for but he said roll with it, baby make it your career keep the home fires burning till america is in the clear she says my ass hurts when i sit down she says my feet hurt from just standing around i think my body is as restless as my mind and i'm not gonna roll with it this time no, i'm not gonna roll with it this time |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
rush hour
and the day's dawning the rain came and pushed me under the awning the puddles grew and threw themselves at me with every passing car i'm shielding my guitar and there were some things that i did not tell him there were certain things he did not need to know and there were some days when i did not love him he didn't understand me and i don't know why i didn't go he said change the channel i've got problems of my own i'm so sick of hearing about drugs and aids and people without homes and i said, well, i'd like to sympathize with that but if you don't understand then how can you act i expected summer to be there in the morning i woke to the alarm but she was out of arms reach sneaking out on silent thighs that were spent and sore from the hot nights that came before he said i looked for you i don't know why i said i was wearing black so you could see me against the sky take your big leather boots and your buckles and your chains put them on a downtown train i expected he would be there in the morning i awoke to the alarm he was still in arm's reach but his body was just a disguise his mind had wandered off long ago you see in his eyes love isn't over when the sheets are stained in my head there remains so much left to be said make me laugh, make me cry, enrage me but just don't try to disengage me |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
she says forget what you have to do
pretend there is nothing outside this room and like an idea she came to me but she came too late or maybe too soon i said please try not to love me close your eyes, i'm turning on the light you know i have no vacancy and it's awfully cold outside tonight the rain stains the brick a darker red slowly i'm rolling out of her bed the rain stains the streets a darker black i dress my face in stone because i can't go back i feel her eyes watching me from behind the curtain of her hair and she says i'm sorry i didn't mean to stare i say i think i really have to go now but oh baby, maybe someday maybe somehow. |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
he said ani, you've gotten tough
'cause my tone was curt yeah, and when i'm approached in a dark alley i don't lift my skirt in this city self-preservation is a full time occupation i'm determined to survive on this shore you know i don't avert my eyes anymore in a man's world i am a woman by birth and after nineteen times around i have found they will stop at nothing once they know what you are worth talk to me now i played the powerless in too many dark scenes and i was blessed with a birth and a death and i guess i just want some say in between don't you understand in the day to day and the face to face i have to act just as strong as i can just to preserve a place where i can be who i am so if you still know how talk to me now |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
the slant
a building settling around me my figure female framed crookedly in the threshold of the room door scraping floorboards with every opening carving a rough history of bedroom scenes the plot hard to follow the text obscured in the folds of sheets slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there red and brown like leaves fallen the colors of an eternal cycle fading with the wash cycle and the rinse cycle again an unfamiliar smell like my name misspelled or misspoken a cycle broken the sound of them strong stalking talking about their prey like the way hammer meets nail pounding, they say pounding out the rhythms of attraction like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon like there was something more they wanted than the journey like it was owed to them steel toed they walk and i'm wondering why this fear of men maybe it's because i'm hungry and like a baby i'm dependent on them to feed me i am a work in progress dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding offering me intricte patterns of questions rhythms that never come clean and strengths that you still haven't seen |
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from Ani Difranco - Like I Said (2007)
lying on the floor
four stories high in the corridor between the asphalt and the sky i am caught like bottled water the light daughter i wonder what you look like under your t-shirt i wonder what you sound like when you're not wearing words i wonder what we have when we're not pretending it's never-ending, haven't you heard? i don't need to tell you what this is about you just start on the inside and work your way out we are all polylingual but some of us pretend there's virtue in relying on not trying to understand we're all citizens of the womb before we subdivide into sexes and shades this side that side and i don't need to tell you what this is about you just start on the inside and work your way out undressing for the fan like it was a man wondering about all the things that i'll never understand there are some things that you can't know unless you've been there but oh how far we could go if we started to share i don't need to tell you what it is about you just start on the inside you just start on the inside and work your way out |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
Buildings and bridges
Are made to bend in the wind To withstand the world Thats what it takes. All that steel and stone Are no match for the air, my friend. What doesn't bend breaks What doesn't bend breaks. la da da da da... We are made to bleed And scab and heal and bleed again and turn every scar into a joke. We are made to fight And fuck and talk and fight again. And sit around and laugh until we choke Sit around and laugh until we choke. la da da da da... Don't know who you were expecting... Probably some bitch who does not budge. With eyes the size of snow. I may get pissed off sometimes, But you seem like the type to hold a grudge and in the end I just let go, In the end I'll just let go... la da da da da... Buildings and bridges Are made to bend in the wind, To withstand the world Thats what it takes. All that steel and stone Are no match for the air my friend, What doesn't bend breaks What doesn't bend breaks. la da da da da da da la da da da da.... |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
Some guy tried to rub up against me
In a crowded subway car Some guy tried to feed me some stupid line In some stupid bar I see the same shit everyday The landscape looks so bleak I think I'll take the first one of you's home That does something unique Some chick says Thank you for saying all the things I never do I say The thanks I get is to take all the shit for you It's nice that you listen It'd be nicer if you joined in As long as you play their game girl You're never going to win Today I just want someone to entertain me I'm tired of being so fierce I'm tired of being so friendly You don't have to be a supermodel To do the animal thing You don't have to be a supergenius To open your face up and sing Somebody do something Anything soon I know I can't be the only Whatever I am in the room So why am I so lonely? Why am I so tired? I need company I need backup I need to be inspired |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth like you're choosing between choking and spitting it all out like you're trying to fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling and falling is like this feels like reckless driving when we're talking it's fun while it lasts, and it's faster than walking but no one's going to sympathize when we crash they'll say "you hit what you head for, you get what you ask" and we'll say we didn't know, we didn't even try one minute there was road beneath us, the next just sky i'm sorry i can't help you, i cannot keep you safe i'm sorry i can't help myself, so don't look at me that way we can't fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling and falling is like this. |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
life is a b movie
it's stupid and it's strange a directionless story and the dialogue is lame but in the he said she said sometimes there's some poetry if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally oh, yeah hell yeah i got a face like a limp handshake hair like an accident scene i've been waking up slowly savoring the same old dream and somewhere between the folds of your memory i was sleeping soundly oh, yeah hell yeah 'cause i like you but i know you don't know it i like you so much, i talk to everyone but you and i wonder what you would think of this little number i wonder what you would say if you knew if you don't ask the right questions every answer seems wrong i was a terrible waitress so i started to write songs and i don't know how i feel but i wonder if you feel like me do you ever get wrapped up in the folds of my memory oh, yeah hell, yeah 'cause i like you but i know you don't know it i like you so much i talk to everyone but you and i wonder what you would think of this little number yeah i wonder what you would say if you knew there's a river of people that runs past my eyes and it's beautiful enough just to watch it go by but the trouble with water is she'll always leave you for gravity i never even told you i had a crush on you or anything oh, yeah hell yeah life is a b movie it's stupid and it's strange a directionless story and the dialogue is lame but in the he said she said sometimes there's some poetry if you turn your back long enough and let it happen naturally oh, yeah hell yeah |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
you could always hear the rub squeaking
of those two tree limbs 'til one day one of them came down taken down by the wind but on the one that's still there you can still see where the bark was rubbed bare it's a metaphor if you know what i mean how have you been? me and you and your girlfriend makes three in the interest of even numbers i will make myself scarce i will make myself scarcely me but i'll be outside your window at night pull up your shades leave on your light i don't want to come in between i just want to know how have you been i leave for a living music's just something i do on my way out the door and i'd do almost anything once something about you i think i'd do you more if i had my way i'd stay here and watch your hair grow for a while it makes me smile just to dream of it how have you been |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
I'm invincible
so are you we do all the things they say we can't do we walk around in the middle of the night and if it's too far to walk we just hitch a ride we got rings of dirt around our necks we talk like auctioneers and we bounce like checks we smell like shit still, when we walk down the street all the boys line up to throw themselves at our feet I say I think he likes you you say I think he do too go and get him girl before he gets you I'll be watching you from the wings I will come to your rescue if he tries anything it's a long long road it's a big big world we are wise wise women we are giggling girls we both carry a smile to show when we're pleased we both carry a switchblade in our sleeves tell you one thing I'm gonna make noise when I go down for ten square blocks they're gonna know i died all the goddesses will come up to the ripped screen door and say, what do you want, dear? and I'll say, I want inside I say I think he likes you you say i think he do too go and get him girl before he gets you I'll be watching you from the wings I will come to your rescue if he tries anything |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
don't ask me why I'm crying
I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap for five dollars a song I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it's only right 'cause I have been paying for it all of my life I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make and I'm gonna go away... we barely have time to react in this world let alone rehearse and I don't think I'm better than you but I don't think that I'm worse women learn to be women and men learn to be men and I don't blame it all on you but I don't want to be your friend I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make and I'm gonna go away... I was eleven years old he was as old as my dad and he took something from me I didn't even know that I had so don't tell me about decency don't tell me about pride just give me something for my trouble 'cause this time, it's not a free ride I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make I'm gonna take the money I make and I'm gonna go away... don't ask me why I'm crying I'm not going to tell you what's wrong I'm just gonna sit on your lap for five dollars a songs I want you to pay me for my beauty I think it's only right 'cause I have been paying for it all of my life now I just wanna take and I'm just gonna take I'm gonna take and I'm gonna go away |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
just the thought
of our bed makes me crumble like the plaster where you punched the wall beside my head and i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time boys get locked up in some prison girls get locked up in some house and it don't matter if it's a warden or a lover or a spouse you just can't talk to 'em you just can't reason you just can't leave and you just can't please 'emi was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes and i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range if you're not angry you're just stupid or you don't care how else can you react when you know something's so unfair the men of the hour can kill half the world in war make them slaves to a super power and let them die poor i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes and i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range just the thought of our bed makes me crumble like the plaster where you punched the wall beside my bed and i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time baby i love you that's why i'm leaving there's no talking to you and there's no pleasing you and i care enough that i'm mad that half the world don't even know what they could have had i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes and i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
just the thought
of our bed makes me crumble like the plaster where you punched the wall beside my head and i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time boys get locked up in some prison girls get locked up in some house and it don't matter if it's a warden or a lover or a spouse you just can't talk to 'em you just can't reason you just can't leave and you just can't please 'emi was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes and i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range if you're not angry you're just stupid or you don't care how else can you react when you know something's so unfair the men of the hour can kill half the world in war make them slaves to a super power and let them die poor i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes and i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range just the thought of our bed makes me crumble like the plaster where you punched the wall beside my bed and i try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time baby i love you that's why i'm leaving there's no talking to you and there's no pleasing you and i care enough that i'm mad that half the world don't even know what they could have had i was locked into being my mother's daughter i was just eating bread and water thinking nothing ever changes and i was shocked to see the mistakes of each generation will just fade like a radio station if you drive out of range |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
I search your profile
for a translation I study the conversation like a map 'cause I know there is strength in the differences between us and I know there is comfort where we overlap come here stand in front of the light stand still so I can see your silhouette I hope that you have got all night 'cause I'm not done looking, no, I'm not done looking yet each one of us wants a piece of the action you can hear it in what we say you can see it in what we do we negotiate with chaos for some sense of satisfaction if you won't give it to me at least give me a better view come here stand in front of the light stand still so I can see your sillouette I hope that you have got all night 'cause I'm not done looking no, I'm not done looking yet I build each one of my songs out of glass so you can see me inside of them I suppose or you could just leave the image of me in the background, I guess and watch your own reflection superimposed and I build each one of my days out of hope and I give that hope your name and I don't know you that well but it don't take much to tell either you don't have the balls or you don't feel the same come here stand in front of the light stand still so I can see your silhouette I hope that you have got all night 'cause I'm not done looking no, I'm not done looking yet I seach your profile for a translation I study the conversation like a map 'cause I know there is strength in the differences between us and I know there is comfort where we overlap |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
I'm calling from the diner
the diner on the corner I ordered two coffees one is for you I was hoping you'd join me 'cause I ain't go no money and I really miss you I should mention that too yes I know what time it is in fact, I just checked I even know the date and the month and the year I know I haven't been sleeping and when I do I just dream of you dear I miss watching you drool on your pillow I miss watching you pull on your clothes I miss listening to you in the bathroom flushing the toilet blowing your nose I'm calling from the diner the diner on the corner I ordered two coffees one is for you the cups are so close the steam is rising in one stream how are you I think you're the least fucked up person I've ever met and that may be as close to the real thing as I'm ever gonna get but my quarter's gonna run out now or so I'm told I guess I'd better go sit down and wait for you til my coffee gets cold |
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from Ani Difranco - Out Of Range (2007)
How can I go home
With nothing to say? I know you're going to look at me that way And say "What did you do out there? And what did you decide?" You said you needed time And you had time You are a china shop And I am a bull You are really good food And I am full I guess everything is timing I guess everything's been said So I am coming home with an empty head You'll say "Did they love you or what?" I'll say "They love what I do The only one who really loves me is you" And you'll say "Girl, did you kick some butt?" And I'll say "I don't really remember But my fingers are sore And my voice is too" You'll say "It's really good to see you" You'll say "I missed you horribly" You'll say "Let me carry that Give that to me" And you will take the heavy stuff And you will drive the car And I'll look out the window and make jokes About the way things are How can I go home With nothing to say? I know you're going to look at me that way And say "What did you do out there? And what did you decide?" You said you needed time and you had time You had time... You had time... You had time... You had time... |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster I am 32 flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision So you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you are gonna get hungry And eat most of the words you just said Both my parents taught me about goodwill And I have done well by their names Just the kindness I've lavished on strangers Is more than I can explain Still there's many who've turned out their porch lights Just so I would think they were not home And hid in the dark of their windows Till I'd passed and left them alone Hey, yo, hey Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo, hey Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo God help you if you are an ugly girl Course, too pretty is also your doom 'Cause everyone harbors a secret hatred For the prettiest girl in the room And God help you if you are a phoenix And you dare to rise up from the ash A thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy While you are just flying past And I'll never try to give my life meaning By demeaning you But I would like to state for the record I did everything that I could do I'm not saying that I am a saint I just don't want to live that way No, I will never be a saint But I will always say Squint your eyes and look closer I'm not between you and your ambition I am a poster girl with no poster I am 32 flavors and then some And I'm beyond your peripheral vision So you might want to turn your head 'Cause someday you might find you are starving And eating all of the words that you said Oh, oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mm, mm Oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo, hey, yo Oh, hey, yo |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
i want somebody who sees the pointlessness
and still keeps their purpose in mind i want somebody who has a tortured soul some of the time i want somebody who will either put out for me or put me out of misery or maybe just put it all to words and make me say, you know i never heard it put that way make me say, what did you just say? i want somebody who can hold my interest hold it and never let it fall someone who can flatten me with a kiss that hits like a fist or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall because if you hear me talking listen to what i'm not saying if you hear me playing guitar listen to what i'm not playing and don't ask me to put words to all the spaces between notes in fact if you have to ask, forget it do and you'll regret it i'm tired of being the interesting one i'm tired of heving fun for two just lay yourself on the line and i might lay myself down by you but don't sit behind your eyes and wait for me to surprise you i want somebody who can make me scream until it's funny give me a run for my money i want someone who can twist me up in knots tell me, for the woman who has everything what have you got? i want someone who's not afraid of me or anyone else in other words i want someone who's not afraid of themself do you think i'm asking too much? |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th floor suite and swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in he allows me to stand and sollicit graffiti until he needs the land i stand on i in my darkened threshold am pawing through my pockets the receipts, the bus schedules urgent napkin poems and matchbook phone numbers all of which laundering has rendered pulpy and strange loose change and a key ask me go ahead, ask me if i care i got the answer here i wrote it down somewhere i just gotta find it i just gotta find it somebody and their spraypaint got too close somebody came on too heavy now look at me made ugly by the drooling letters i was better off alone ain't that the way it is they don't know the first thing but you don't know that until they take the first swing my fingers are red and swollen from the cold i'm getting bold in my old age so go ahead, try the door it doesn't matter anymore i know the weakhearted are strongwilled and we are being kept alive until we're killed he's up there the ice is clinking in his glass i don't ask i just empty my pockets and wait it's not fate it's just circumstance i don't fool myself with romance i just live phone number to phone number dusting them against my thighs in the warmth of my pockets which whisper history incessantly asking me where were you i lower my eyes wishing i could cry more and care less, yes it's true, i was trying to love someone again, i was caught caring, bearing weight but i love this city, this state this country is too large and whoever's in charge up there had better take the elevator down and put more than change in our cup or else we are coming up |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
Fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
Three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home F train is full of high school students So much shouting So much laughter Last night's underwear in my back pocket Sure sign of the morning after Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare I live in New York New York the city that never shuts up In the daylight everything is so gory You can hear snatches of stranger's sorry stories And I moved there from Buffalo but that's nothing The TRICO plant moved to Mexico Left my uncle standing out in the cold Said there's your last paycheck have fun growing old Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare Rockabye baby In the treetop When the wind blows Cradle will rock When the bough breaks The cradle will fall Down will come baby Cradle and all Youth is beauty Money is beauty Hell, beauty is beauty sometimes It's the luck of the draw It's the natural law It's a joke It's a crime I was bored You were bored It was a meeting of the minds Now it's three in the afternoon and I can't leave too soon Saying thank you, I had a nice time Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare Maybe I'll live my whole life Just getting by Maybe I'll be discovered Maybe I'll be colonized You could try to train me like a pet You could try to teach me to behave But I'll tell you, if I haven't learned it yet You know, I ain't gonna sit, I ain't gonna stay Take me home Take me home and leave me there Think I'm going to cry, I don't know why Think I'm going to sing myself a lullaby Feel free to listen Feel free to stare |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
the big day has come
the bell is sounding i run my hands through my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town is gathering people are trading crime for crime everyone needs to see the prisoner they need to make it even easier they see me as a symbol, and not a human being that way they can kill me say it's not murder, it's a metaphor we are killing off our own failure and starting clean standing in the gallows everyone turned my way i hear a voice ask me if I've got any last words to say and i'm looking out over the field of familiar eyes somewhere in a woman's arms a baby cries i think guilt and innocence they are a matter of degree what might be justice to you might not be justice to me i went to far, i'm sorry i guess now i'm going home so let any amongst you cast the first stone now we've got all these complicated machines so no one person ever has to have blood on their hands we've got complex organizations and if everyone just does their job no one person has to understand you might be the wrong colour you might be too poor justice isn't something just anyone can afford you might not pull the trigger you might be out in the car and you might get a lethal injection 'cause we take a metaphor that far the big day has come the bell is sounding i run my hands through my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town has gathered people are trading crime for crime people are trading crime for crime people are still trading crime for crime |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
Hour follows hour like water follows water
Everything is governed by the rule of 'one thing leads to another' You can't really place blame 'cause blame is much too messy Someone's bound to get on you while you were trying to put it on me And don't fool yourself into thinking things are simple Nobody's lying still the stories don't line up Why do you try to hold on to what you'll never get a hold on? You wouldn't try to put the ocean in a paper cup 'Cause I have had something to prove as long as I know there's something that needs improvement And you know that every time I move I make a woman's movement. And first you decide what you've gotta do then you go out and do it And maybe the most we can do is just to see each other through it. Hour follows hour like water in a river And from one to the next We don't know what each hour will deliver We just call it like we see it Call it out loud as we can and then afterwards we call it all water over the dam Maybe the moral higher ground ain't as high as it seems Maybe we are both good people who've done some bad things I just hope it was okay I know it wasn't perfect I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it 'Cause I have had something to prove as long as I know something that needs improvement And you know that every time I move I make a woman's movement And first you decide what you've gotta do and then you go out and do it And maybe the most that we can do is just to see each other through it. We make our own gravity to give weight to things Then things fall and they break and gravity sings We can only hold so much is what I figure Try and keep our eye on the big picture, picture keeps getting bigger. And too much is how I love you but too well is how I know you And I've got nothing to prove this time, just something to show you I guess I just wanted you to see that it was all worth it to me |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
i wish i didn't have this nervous laugh
i wish i didn't say half the stuff i say i wish i could just learn to cover my tracks i guess i'm not concerned about getting away 'cause every time i try to hold my tongue it slips like a fish from a line they say if you want to play you should learn how to play dumb i guess i can't bring myself to waste your time 'cause we both know what i've been doing i've been intentionally bad at lying you're the only boy i ever let see through me and i hope you beleive me when i say i'm trying and i hope i never improve my game yeah i'd rather have these things weighing on my mind and at the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame there must be a light of some kind there must be a light of some kind i must have blown a fuse or something cause it was so dark in my mind she came up to me with the sweetest face and she was holding a light of some kind and i still think of you as my boyfriend i don't think this is the end of the world but i think maybe you should follow my example and go meet yourself a really nice girl 'cause we both know. . . in the end the world comes down to just a few people but for you it comes down to one but no one ever asked me if i thought i could be everything to someone there's a crowd of people harboured in every person there are so many roles that we play and you've decided to love me for eternity i'm still deciding who i want to be today cause we both know. . . |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
the air comes off the ocean
the city smells fishy the air is full of fish and mystery whispering who, what, when i am warning you i am weightless and the wind is always shifting so don't hang anything on me if you ever want to see it again i am telling you i'm different than you think i am and you can dangle your carrot but i ain't gunna reach for it cuz i need both my hands to play my guitar and life is a sleezy stranger who looks vaguely familiar flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar and i am telling you that i am different than you are at night when you're asleep self-hatred's going to creep in and try to blame it on the devil the one who's bed you sleep in and don't tell me what they did to you as though you had no choice tell me, isn't that your picture? isn't that your voice? if you don't live what you sing about your mirror is going to find out oh yeah i'd like to go to all the pretty parties where all the pretty people go and i ain't really all that pretty but nobody will know cuz everybody loves you when you're a star and nobody questions what it takes to go that far and life is a sleezy stranger and this is his favorite bar no i don't prefer obscurity but i'm an idealistic girl and i wouldn't work for you no matter what you paid and i may not be able to change the whole fucking world but i could be the million that you never made oh yeah i could be the million that you never made i could be the million that you'll never make you're looking at the million that you'll never make |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
I am not a pretty girl
That is not what I do I ain't no damsel in distress And I don't need to be rescued So put me down, punk Wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair? Isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? I am not an angry girl But it seems like I've got everyone fooled Every time I say something they find hard to hear They chalk it up to my anger And never to their own fear Imagine you're a girl Just trying to finally come clean Knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty And smiling And I am sorry But I am not a maiden fair And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere And generally, my generation Wouldn't be caught dead working for the man And generally I agree with them Trouble is you gotta have youself An alternate plan And I have earned my disillusionment I have been working all of my life And I am a patriot I have been fighting the good fight And what if there are no damsels in distress What if I knew that and I called your bluff? Don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down, Whether or not you ever show up? I am not a pretty girl I don't really want to be a pretty girl No, I want to be more than a pretty girl. |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
Well the heat is so great
It plays tricks with the eye It turns the road into water Then from water to sky And there's a crack in the concrete floor That starts at the sink Yea, there's a bathroom in the gas station And I've locked myself in it to think Back in the city The sun bakes the trash on the curb The men are pissing in doorways And the rats are running in herds And I've got a dream with your face in it That scares me awake I've put too much on my table Now I've got too much at stake And I might let you off easy Yea I might lead you on I might wait for you to look for me And then I might be gone There's where I've come from and where I'm going And I am lost in between I might go out to that phone booth And leave a veiled invitation on your machine And you'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before Oh the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next or how or why I'm leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" Don't be shy The door opens, the room winces The housekeeper comes in without a warning And I squint at the muscular motel lady And say "Hey morning" As she jumps her keys jingle She leaves as quickly as she came in And I roll over and taste the pillow with my grin Well the sheets are twisted and damp But the heat is so great And I swear I can feel the mattress Sinking underneath your weight Boy your sleep is like a fever And I'm glad when it ends Oh the road flows like a river And it pulls me round every bend Stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before Oh the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next or how or why I am leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" Don't be shy Well the heat is so great It plays tricks with the eye It turns the road into water Then from water to sky And there's a crack in the concrete floor It starts at the sink There's a bathroom in the gas station And I have locked myself in it to think And you'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before yeah the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next or how or why I am leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" You'll stop me, won't you? If you've heard this one before yeah the one where I surprise you By showing up at your front door Saying, "Let's not ask what next how or why I'm leaving in the morning So let's not be shy" Don't be shy no dont be shy no don't be shy no don't be shy come on fucker don't be shy |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
I'm sorry i didn't sound more excited on the phone
I'm sorry that after all these years I've left you feeling unrequited and alone, brought you to tears I guess i never loved you quite as well as the way you loved me I guess that i'll never really be able to tell you how sorry I am I don't know what it is about you I just know it's not what it was I don't know why red fades before blue, it just does And i don't know what it is about me That i just can't keep still I keep thinking someday i will make this all up to you And maybe someday i will I guess i never loved you quite as well As the way you loved me I guess i'll never really be able to tell you how sorry I am Sorry i am Sorry i am Sorry i am |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk i'm always starving for words when you're around nothing on my tongue so much in my ground half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door fourth door from the end rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor if it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends. see the little song bird unable to make a sound even though she follows her words from town to town we both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet. |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
tiptoeing through the used condoms
strewn on the piers off the west side highway sunset behind the skyline of jersey walking towards the water with a fetus holding court in my gut my body highjacked my tits swollen and sore the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of i could wake up screaming sometimes but i don't i could step off the end of this pier but i got shit to do and an appointment on tuesday to shed uninvited blood and tissue i'll miss you i say to the river to the water to the son or daughter i thought better of i could fall in love with jersey at sunset but i leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back. |
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from Ani Difranco - Not A Pretty Girl (2007)
you think you're not worthy
i'd have to say i agree i'm not worthy of you you're not worthy of me which of us is deserving look at the human race the whole planet at arm's length and we don't deserve this place what good is a poker face when you've got an open hand i was supposed to be cool about this yeah i remember cool was the plan tried to keep it all under wraps but the wraps kept going slack i keep turning around i keep coming back give me your vertical your horizontal line i want to take each of them bend them to fit mine the world is too good for me i am such a naughty girl but when we're together we're too good for this world you think you're not worthy i'd have to say i agree i'm not worthy of you you're not worthy of me i'm not worthy of you you aren't worthy of me... |
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from Ani Difranco - Canon (2007)
state trooper thinks i drive too fast
pulled me over to tell me so I say out here on the prairie any speed is too slow I miss Brooklyn i miss my crew let's start over I missed my cue guess I just forgot who I was talking to I should have recognized that fierce look in his eyes I've seen it in the mirror so many times he's going to put his two cents in 'cause he's got a gun but I'm gonna put in three 'cause history owes me one guess I came out here to see some stuff for myself I mean, why leave the telling up to everybody else this may be god's country but it's my country too move over Mr. holiness and let the little people through thank you for serving and protecting the likes of me thank you for the ticket now can I leave? you know I have left everywhere I have ever been I don't really recommend it though not like anyone asked me maybe you and I will meet again someday I've been known to come down this road call it destiny and then again maybe notIi don't know |
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from Cyndi Lauper - The Body Acoustic (2006)
Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind.
I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin ... And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ... Through my wild heart ... Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... She is awakening in dark swells and mystery. Unbridled night mares powerful and running free. You could still hear her cries reverberating through the trees... For the trampled flowers, the daughters of Eve, the Sisters of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... They brought her in in a new white dress... But the stain left an ache on her mother's breast... Now all that's left are the ghostly steps from a distant corridor... And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ... Through my wild heart ... Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Come on sisters... Come on sister... |
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from Cyndi Lauper - The Body Acoustic (2006)
Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind.
I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin ... And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ... Through my wild heart ... Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... She is awakening in dark swells and mystery. Unbridled night mares powerful and running free. You could still hear her cries reverberating through the trees... For the trampled flowers, the daughters of Eve, the Sisters of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... They brought her in in a new white dress... But the stain left an ache on her mother's breast... Now all that's left are the ghostly steps from a distant corridor... And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ... Through my wild heart ... Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Come on sisters... Come on sister... |
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from Ani Difranco - Swing Set (2006)
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl, They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find -- Now, the police at the port of entry say, "You're number fourteen thousand for today." CHORUS: Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm, Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea. Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are, Better take this little tip from me. 'Cause I look through the want ads every day But the headlines on the papers always say: If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi, Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee. California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see; But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot If you ain't got the do re mi. |
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from Ani Difranco - Swing Set (2006)
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously. "I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin' In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that's just the way things go. If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat. Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!" Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you'd like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?" "Don't forget that you are white." Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow. You'll be doin' society a favor. That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver. We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain't no Gentleman Jim." Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much. It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail. But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse. All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed. Rubin Carter was falsely tried. The crime was murder "one," guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. That's the story of the Hurricane, But it won't be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he's done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world. |
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from Ani Difranco - Swing Set (2006)
are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head she came to and her whole life was how she remembered it she had a mouth full of fur and she was laughing she parked her hearse across three spaces posted "motorcycles only" and jumped out shouting what the cus could make a nice girl like us feel so lonely? are you weary as water in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head please dumb blind kind sir lend little miss listless just a little bit of christmas she's been a real good girl but now she's stuck here the world is so little and still mysterious and ominous as ever before like an unmarked bottle full of pills on the shelf right next to the thing you were reaching for are you weary as water in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head swing the groove 'round here where i can reach it when i get my ass back on track i'm gonna need it swing shift til i get the money to buy me and my baby a moon full of honey then i'm gonna turn off the nagging voices inside my head that follow me to bed and say (you suck) are you weary as water (what'd you do that for?) in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head (end of radio version rest is only on To the Teeth) if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) happiness spread it all around (break it down down) racist stomp it in the ground (break it down down) so if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) ignorance stomp it in the ground (break it down down) then happiness spread it all around (break it down down) tcha who said funk and hip hop can't match put us together on a stage and like a match KABOOM guess who stepped in the room sweepin ya off ya feel like we had a broom with ani difranco and Maceo. add a little freestyle flow and who knows put a little scratchin into the mix and its enough to get you high if you need a fixin if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) ignorance stomp it in the ground (break it down down) happiness spread it all around (break it down down) if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) happiness spread it all around (break it down down) racist stomp it in the ground (break it down down) break it down down down down (fades out) |
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from Ani Difranco - Swing Set (2006)
are you weary as water
in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head she came to and her whole life was how she remembered it she had a mouth full of fur and she was laughing she parked her hearse across three spaces posted "motorcycles only" and jumped out shouting what the cus could make a nice girl like us feel so lonely? are you weary as water in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head please dumb blind kind sir lend little miss listless just a little bit of christmas she's been a real good girl but now she's stuck here the world is so little and still mysterious and ominous as ever before like an unmarked bottle full of pills on the shelf right next to the thing you were reaching for are you weary as water in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head swing the groove 'round here where i can reach it when i get my ass back on track i'm gonna need it swing shift til i get the money to buy me and my baby a moon full of honey then i'm gonna turn off the nagging voices inside my head that follow me to bed and say (you suck) are you weary as water (what'd you do that for?) in a faucet left dripping with an incessant sadness like a sad record skipping and an ugly and ornery and shadowy dread lurking like a troll under the bridge between your heart and your head (end of radio version rest is only on To the Teeth) if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) happiness spread it all around (break it down down) racist stomp it in the ground (break it down down) so if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) ignorance stomp it in the ground (break it down down) then happiness spread it all around (break it down down) tcha who said funk and hip hop can't match put us together on a stage and like a match KABOOM guess who stepped in the room sweepin ya off ya feel like we had a broom with ani difranco and Maceo. add a little freestyle flow and who knows put a little scratchin into the mix and its enough to get you high if you need a fixin if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) ignorance stomp it in the ground (break it down down) happiness spread it all around (break it down down) if you diggin on the sound (break it down down) no walls up break it down (break it down down) happiness spread it all around (break it down down) racist stomp it in the ground (break it down down) break it down down down down (fades out) |
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from Ani Difranco - Swing Set (2006)
the sun is setting on the century
and we armed to the teeth we're all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief schoolkids keep trying to teach us what guns are all about confuse liberty with weaponry and watch your kids act it out every year now like christmas some boy gets the milkfed suburban blues reaches for the available arsenal and saunters off to make the news and the women in the middle arelearning what poor women have always known that the edge is closer than you think whe your men bring the guns home look at where the profits are that's how you'll find the source of the big lie that you and i both know so well in the time it take this cultural death wish to run its course they're gonna make a pretty penny and then they're all going to hell he said the chickens all come home to roost yeah malcolm forecasted this flood are we really gonna sleep through another century while the rich profit off our blood? true it may take some doing to see this undoing through but in my humble opinion here's what i suggest we do open fire on hollywood open fire on MTV open fire on NBC and CBS and ABC open fire on the NRA and all the lies they told us along the way open fire on each weapons manufacturer while he's giving head to some republican senator and if i hear one more time about a fool's right to his tools of rage i'm gonna take all my friends and i'm gonna move to canada and we're gonna die of old age |
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from Ani Difranco - Swing Set (2006)
there's no place in this world where i'll belong when i'm gone.
and i won't know the right from the wrong when i'm gone. and you won't find me singin' on this song when i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. and i won't feel the flowing of the time when i'm gone. all the pleasures of love will not be mine when i'm gone. my pen won't pour out a lyric line when i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. and i won't breathe the bracing air when i'm gone. and i can't even worry 'bout my cares when i'm gone. won't be asked to do my share when i'm gone. so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. and i won't be running from the rain when i'm gone. and i can't even suffer from the pain when i'm gone. can't say who's to praise and who's to blame when i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. won't see the golden of the sun when i'm gone. and the evenings and the mornings will be one when i'm gone. can't be singing louder than the guns when i'm gone. so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. all my days won't be dances of delight when i'm gone. and the sands will be shifting from my sight when i'm gone. can't add my name into the fight while i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. and i won't be laughing at the lies when i'm gone. and i can't question how or when or why when i'm gone. can't live proud enough to die when i'm gone, so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here. |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
i love you
and you love me and ain't that the way it's supposed to be? i swing my stick legs 'round at the root and pile drive each foot into a platform boot and i'm up and i'm out cuz i'm bouncing off the walls and i come when i'm called and you called i got a super-cute three-piece suit one piece for your body one piece for your smile one more little piece if you stay a while i gotta beeline double time leave my home sweet home for your honeycomb then i show up steady, ready and proud and i find i've forgotten how to talk out loud isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees in my brand new stockings while the cat is out with my tongue isn't it just like you to bring me to my knees in my brand new stockings love makes me feel so dumb |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair
bright interrogation light in her eyes her conscience lit a cigarette and just stood there waiting for her to crack waiting for her to cry his face scampered through her mind like a roach across a wall it made her heart soar it made her skin crawl they said, we got this confession we just need for you to sign why don't you just cooperate and make this easier on us all there was light and then there was darkness but there was no line in between and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine 'cause joy, it has its own justice and dreams are languid and lawless and everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and when it is flawless on the table were two ziploc baggies containing her eyes and her smile they said, we're keeping these as evidence 'til this thing goes to trial meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall now look at her book of days it's the same on every page and she's got a little tin cup with her heart in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage bang along the bars of her rib cage |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was a chair
bright interrogation light in her eyes her conscience lit a cigarette and just stood there waiting for her to crack waiting for her to cry his face scampered through her mind like a roach across a wall it made her heart soar it made her skin crawl they said, we got this confession we just need for you to sign why don't you just cooperate and make this easier on us all there was light and then there was darkness but there was no line in between and asking her heart for guidance was like pleading with a machine 'cause joy, it has its own justice and dreams are languid and lawless and everything bows to beauty when it is fierce and when it is flawless on the table were two ziploc baggies containing her eyes and her smile they said, we're keeping these as evidence 'til this thing goes to trial meanwhile anguish was fingering solace in another room down the hall both were love's accomplices but solace took the fall now look at her book of days it's the same on every page and she's got a little tin cup with her heart in it to bang along the bars of her rib cage bang along the bars of her rib cage |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets under a sign that says grand opening while my dog is waiting in the car i wake up, i check out i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean then i'm back out on the highway and BANG that's when i remember my dream: we were standing in a garden and i had a machine that made silence it just sucked up the whole opinionated din and there were no people on the payroll and there were no monkeys on our backs and i said, show me what you look like without skin science chases money and money chases its tail and the best minds of my generation can't make bail but the bacteria are coming to take us down that's my prediction it's the answer to this culture of the quick fix prescription but in the garden of simple where all of us are nameless you were never anything but beautiful to me and, you know, they never really owned you you just carried them around and then one day you put 'em down and found your hands were free so now it's early in the morning at the longitude of memphis and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong and the big plan is just to keep spinning cuz the big bang is only just beginning and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya which means i've been thinking of you all along |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets under a sign that says grand opening while my dog is waiting in the car i wake up, i check out i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean then i'm back out on the highway and BANG that's when i remember my dream: we were standing in a garden and i had a machine that made silence it just sucked up the whole opinionated din and there were no people on the payroll and there were no monkeys on our backs and i said, show me what you look like without skin science chases money and money chases its tail and the best minds of my generation can't make bail but the bacteria are coming to take us down that's my prediction it's the answer to this culture of the quick fix prescription but in the garden of simple where all of us are nameless you were never anything but beautiful to me and, you know, they never really owned you you just carried them around and then one day you put 'em down and found your hands were free so now it's early in the morning at the longitude of memphis and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong and the big plan is just to keep spinning cuz the big bang is only just beginning and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya which means i've been thinking of you all along |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
the sky is grey
the sand is grey and the ocean is grey and i feel right at home in this stunning monochrome alone in my way i smoke and i drink and every time i blink i have a tiny dream but as bad as i am i'm proud of the fact that i'm worse than i seem what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore you walk through my walls like a ghost on tv you penetrate me and my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out to sea and what can i say but i'm wired this way and you're wired to me and what can i do but wallow in you unintentionally what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore regretfully i guess i've only got three simple things to say: why me? why this now? why this way? with overtones ringing and undertows pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand that is grey by an ocean that's grey what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
the sky is grey
the sand is grey and the ocean is grey and i feel right at home in this stunning monochrome alone in my way i smoke and i drink and every time i blink i have a tiny dream but as bad as i am i'm proud of the fact that i'm worse than i seem what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore you walk through my walls like a ghost on tv you penetrate me and my little pink heart is on its little brown raft floating out to sea and what can i say but i'm wired this way and you're wired to me and what can i do but wallow in you unintentionally what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore regretfully i guess i've only got three simple things to say: why me? why this now? why this way? with overtones ringing and undertows pulling away under a sky that is grey on sand that is grey by an ocean that's grey what kind of paradise am i looking for? i've got everything i want and still i want more maybe some tiny shiny key will wash up on the shore |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
it's a heartbreak even situation
nothing lost and nothing gained so i'm 10 years old again standing in the backyard waving at a train i feel you make love to me slightly every time you let a little laugh slip too soon and the moment passes over us so lightly it feels like sand blowing over a dune you try not to let your emotions show but it ain't a balloon you can just let go it's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun sticky hands sticky arms sticky situation it's a heartbreak even situation one part powerful elation one part pitiful and frail and i'm trying to feel my way around a book of promises written in braille there is pressure from within this and pressure from above there is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love and there's wet wool blankets one, two, three laid onto my chest 'til i just can't breathe and i try not to let my emotions show but it ain't a balloon i can just let go it's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun sticky hands sticky arms sticky situation |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
it's a heartbreak even situation
nothing lost and nothing gained so i'm 10 years old again standing in the backyard waving at a train i feel you make love to me slightly every time you let a little laugh slip too soon and the moment passes over us so lightly it feels like sand blowing over a dune you try not to let your emotions show but it ain't a balloon you can just let go it's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun sticky hands sticky arms sticky situation it's a heartbreak even situation one part powerful elation one part pitiful and frail and i'm trying to feel my way around a book of promises written in braille there is pressure from within this and pressure from above there is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love and there's wet wool blankets one, two, three laid onto my chest 'til i just can't breathe and i try not to let my emotions show but it ain't a balloon i can just let go it's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun sticky hands sticky arms sticky situation |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
imagine that i am onstage
under a watchtower of punishing light and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight and somebody right now is yawning and watching me like a tv and i've been frantically piling up sandbags against the flood waters of fatigue and insecurity then suddenly i hear my guitar singing and so i just start singing along and somewhere in my chest all the noise just gets crushed by the song imagine that i'm at your mercy imagine that you are at mine pretend i've been standing here watching you watching me all this time now imagine that you are the weather in the tiny snow globe of this song and i am the statue of liberty one inch long so here i am at my most hungry and here i am at my most full here i am waving a red cape locking eyes with a bull just imagine that i am onstage under a watchtower of punishing light and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
imagine that i am onstage
under a watchtower of punishing light and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight and somebody right now is yawning and watching me like a tv and i've been frantically piling up sandbags against the flood waters of fatigue and insecurity then suddenly i hear my guitar singing and so i just start singing along and somewhere in my chest all the noise just gets crushed by the song imagine that i'm at your mercy imagine that you are at mine pretend i've been standing here watching you watching me all this time now imagine that you are the weather in the tiny snow globe of this song and i am the statue of liberty one inch long so here i am at my most hungry and here i am at my most full here i am waving a red cape locking eyes with a bull just imagine that i am onstage under a watchtower of punishing light and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
even when i look right at you
i always just see through and i always just see new things to admire about you. am i what you thought you were getting? does this love we make-make you proud? does it look like it did on the menu? minus, of course, the little dark clouds. of course, when we signed up for forever... we had no idea it was in here. i guess always is all this and then some. i guess at least that much is clear. and whenever i look at you you know i always just see new things to admire about you... you |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
even when i look right at you
i always just see through and i always just see new things to admire about you. am i what you thought you were getting? does this love we make-make you proud? does it look like it did on the menu? minus, of course, the little dark clouds. of course, when we signed up for forever... we had no idea it was in here. i guess always is all this and then some. i guess at least that much is clear. and whenever i look at you you know i always just see new things to admire about you... you |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
i love us both but i don't feel good
so i keep pulling over and looking under the hood i love us both but i'm at wit's end where does your compromise begin and mine end? i love us both but what world's it gonna be? the one according to you or the one according to me? i don't feel good so ... now do my problems include talks with doctors who don't even understand about food? i think in ancient china they kinda figured out how the body works but our culture is just a roughneck teenage jerk with a bottle of pills and a bottle of booze and a full round of ammunition and nothing to lose and is it really the best we can do to arm wrestle over whose world it's gonna be? (the one according to you or the one according to me) i love us both and i'll see ya if you'll see me so ... who are we? |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
i love us both but i don't feel good
so i keep pulling over and looking under the hood i love us both but i'm at wit's end where does your compromise begin and mine end? i love us both but what world's it gonna be? the one according to you or the one according to me? i don't feel good so ... now do my problems include talks with doctors who don't even understand about food? i think in ancient china they kinda figured out how the body works but our culture is just a roughneck teenage jerk with a bottle of pills and a bottle of booze and a full round of ammunition and nothing to lose and is it really the best we can do to arm wrestle over whose world it's gonna be? (the one according to you or the one according to me) i love us both and i'll see ya if you'll see me so ... who are we? |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
the answer came
like a shot in the back while you were running from your lesson which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question plus, you weren't listening you were stockpiling canned goods making a bomb shelter of our basement and i can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement where was your conscience? where was your consciousness? and where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address? i'm a good kisser and you're a fast learner and that kinda thing could float us for a pretty long time then one day you'd realize you've memorized my phone number and you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb you were smoking me weren't you? between your yellow fingers you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word where was your conscience? where was your consciousness? and where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address? there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons a whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up and so one by one i am dusting off labels i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine and i'll have a taste of mine but first let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things that we promise to do differently next time cuz the answer came like a shot in the back while you were running from your lesson which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question plus i'm not listening to you anymore my head is too sore and my heart's perforated and i'm mired in the marrow of my (well... ain't that) funny bone learning how to be alone and devastated where was my conscience? where was my consciousness? and what do i do with all these letters that i wrote to myself but cannot address? |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
the answer came
like a shot in the back while you were running from your lesson which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question plus, you weren't listening you were stockpiling canned goods making a bomb shelter of our basement and i can't believe you let the moral go by while you were soaking in the product placement where was your conscience? where was your consciousness? and where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address? i'm a good kisser and you're a fast learner and that kinda thing could float us for a pretty long time then one day you'd realize you've memorized my phone number and you'll call it and find it's a disconnected line cuz i got tossed out the window of love's el camino and i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb you were smoking me weren't you? between your yellow fingers you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word where was your conscience? where was your consciousness? and where did you put all those letters that you wrote to yourself but could not address? there's a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons a whole childhood of potions that are all bottled up and so one by one i am dusting off labels i am uncorking bottles and filling up cups so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine and i'll have a taste of mine but first let's toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things that we promise to do differently next time cuz the answer came like a shot in the back while you were running from your lesson which might explain why years later all you could remember was the terror of the question plus i'm not listening to you anymore my head is too sore and my heart's perforated and i'm mired in the marrow of my (well... ain't that) funny bone learning how to be alone and devastated where was my conscience? where was my consciousness? and what do i do with all these letters that i wrote to myself but cannot address? |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
*O.K. - Ani Difranco
If you ask me I'll say Yes, please To you today So don't ask me Cus I'm weak that way Just don't ask me O.K . I'm so glad we got that straightened away (x2) If you see me Walk by You better just let me Walk by You better not Bat your pretty eyes You better not Stop me to say, Hi I got a sweet tooth today So you better not cut that pie (x2) If you ask me I'll say Yes, please To you today So don't ask me Cus I'm weak that way Just don't ask me O.K . |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
If you ask me
I'll say yes please to you today So don't ask me 'cause I'm weak that way Just don't ask me o.k. I'm so glad we got that straightened away If you see me walk by You better just let me walk by You better not bat your pretty eyes You better not stop me to say hi I got a sweet tooth today So you better not cut that pie If you ask me I'll say yes please to you today So don't ask me 'cause I'm weak that way Just don't ask me o.k. |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
i'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive
and locates a time and a place like a dinner table where a whole family is just sitting down to say grace an old old song that moves into action taking its sweet sweet time and waits until we all say amen again and again in rhyme it's the story of a father and a mother who battle each other over nothin' with a couple of kids trying to figure which way the plot's spinning who's winning and who is bluffing it's a story as common as a penny, son it ain't really worth anything to anyone poor little sore little song that aches like a muscle each time that it moves sad little song that you play and you play and you play and you play 'til you lose while history is outside writing a recipe book for every earthly pain this song is inside finger painting dark swirls again and again and they all look the same cuz what if you come home from school one day and you find your whole family's at war and there's this ominous silence just waiting to be broken and there's secret places for hiding underneath the floorboards and everyone seems to be bracing for the subharmonic thunder of the next bomb and everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to bust in with their guns drawn at the bleak light of dawn it's a story as common as a penny, son i don't think it's worth anything to anyone |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
i'll sing you a song that starts out descriptive
and locates a time and a place like a dinner table where a whole family is just sitting down to say grace an old old song that moves into action taking its sweet sweet time and waits until we all say amen again and again in rhyme it's the story of a father and a mother who battle each other over nothin' with a couple of kids trying to figure which way the plot's spinning who's winning and who is bluffing it's a story as common as a penny, son it ain't really worth anything to anyone poor little sore little song that aches like a muscle each time that it moves sad little song that you play and you play and you play and you play 'til you lose while history is outside writing a recipe book for every earthly pain this song is inside finger painting dark swirls again and again and they all look the same cuz what if you come home from school one day and you find your whole family's at war and there's this ominous silence just waiting to be broken and there's secret places for hiding underneath the floorboards and everyone seems to be bracing for the subharmonic thunder of the next bomb and everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to bust in with their guns drawn at the bleak light of dawn it's a story as common as a penny, son i don't think it's worth anything to anyone |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
you can doubt anything
if you think about it long enough cuz what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that and it's hard to feel like you are free when all you seem to do is referee remember when it was just you and me steppin' up to bat? and win or lose just that you choose this little war is what kills you and either/or it's that this war is maybe also what thrills you we thought we left possession behind but truth is i was yours and you were mine and now i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was said cuz nothing is as it appears in the funhouse mirrors of your fears on the roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head and win or lose just that you choose this little war is what kills you and either/or it's that this war is maybe also what thrills you i don't care how fast you run just tell me, baby, that when you're done with your little marathon you still got cab fare home cuz the finish line is a shifty thing and what is life but reckoning and, you know you are still the song i sing to myself when i'm alone and win or lose just that we choose this little war is what kills us and either/or it's that this war is maybe also what thrills us |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
you can doubt anything
if you think about it long enough cuz what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that and it's hard to feel like you are free when all you seem to do is referee remember when it was just you and me steppin' up to bat? and win or lose just that you choose this little war is what kills you and either/or it's that this war is maybe also what thrills you we thought we left possession behind but truth is i was yours and you were mine and now i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was said cuz nothing is as it appears in the funhouse mirrors of your fears on the roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head and win or lose just that you choose this little war is what kills you and either/or it's that this war is maybe also what thrills you i don't care how fast you run just tell me, baby, that when you're done with your little marathon you still got cab fare home cuz the finish line is a shifty thing and what is life but reckoning and, you know you are still the song i sing to myself when i'm alone and win or lose just that we choose this little war is what kills us and either/or it's that this war is maybe also what thrills us |
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from Ani Difranco - Revelling/ Reckoning (2006)
you were so in love
that it was all you could talk about and i think i felt a little left out you were on cloud 9 all the time while i was levelling i was wringing my hands and you were revelling but then why shouldn't you? it was such a beautiful thing to do would that i could get me some of your yum yum delirium i could level off the ground that we stand on but with you down on bended knee always looking up at me that feeling of standing up together is gone and though i love you through all time and space my love always seems to take second place you were so in love that it was all you could talk about and i think i felt a little left out you were on cloud 9 all the time while i was levelling i was wringing my hands and you were revelling but then why shouldn't you? it was such a beautiful thing to do |
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