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Lyrics for Like I Said Complete Album by Ani Difranco:
| | | Artist: | Ani Difranco |
| | Album: | Like I Said | | Track: | Like I Said Complete Album | | | | Date Added: | 24/10/2007 | | Views: | 156 | | | | Lyrics: | Anticipate
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
/>
Rockabye
tending the garden of noise
when i grow the traffic
/>
and the church bells
and the neighborhood boys
singing to myself
as
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...
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...
Not So Soft
in a
forest of stone
underneath the corporate canopy
where the sun
rarely
/>
filters
down
the ground
is not so soft
not so soft
they build buildings to house people
making money
or they build
buildings to make money
off of housing people
it's true
like a lot of
things are true
i am foraging for a phone booth on the forest floor
that is not so
soft
i look up
it looks like the buildings are burning
but it's just the
sun setting
the solar system calling an end
to another business day
eternally circling signally
the rhythmic 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
/>
and never get plowed
it draws death dancing
out of little countries
with funny languages
where the ground is getting harder
and it was
not
that
soft
before
those who call the shots
are
never in the line of fire
why
where there's life for hire
out there
/>
if a flag of truth were raised
we could watch every liar
rise to wave it
/>
here
we learn america like a script
playwright
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 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
Roll With It
/>
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
/>
Work Your Way Out
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
/>
Fire Door
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 gray 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 brain 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
Gratitude
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 turned
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?
The Whole Night
we can touch
touch our girl cheeks
and we can hold hands
like paper dolls
we can try
try each other on
in the privacy
within new york city's walls
we
can kiss
kiss goodnight
and we can go home wondering
what would it be
like if
if i did not have a boyfriend
we could spend
the whole night
/>
i am waking up
in her bed
i sing 1st avenue
the open
window said
always late to sleep
late to rise
lying here watching the day
go by
in the living room
there are people on the carpet
having stupid
conversations
just to hear themselves talk
and i am drifting through
i am
heading for the kitchen
i am thinking of her fingers as i walk...
/>
Both Hands
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
graffiti 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
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 eventually 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 through
so now use both
hands
please use both hands
oh, no don't close your eyes
i am writing
graffiti on your body
i am drawing the story of how hard we tried
hard we tried
how hard we tried
She Says
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.
Rush Hour
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
Out Of
Habit
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
Lost Woman Song
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 us
leads
a life free of mistakes
Talk To Me Now
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 these shores
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
in 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
The Slant
/>
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 intricate patterns
of questions
rhythms that never come clean
and strengths that you still haven't
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