Song Lyrics Ani Difranco - Ani DiFranco Complete Album    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> A>> Ani Difranco Singer Lyrics [Ani Difranco other resources]>> Ani DiFranco Complete Album Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Ani Difranco Music Title/Track: Ani DiFranco Complete Album Theme ID: 24828 Album: N/A 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 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 seen 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 Dog Coffee perpetrating counter-culture she is walking through the park first light ugly and more muscular than the dark pushing poems at the urban silence drawing portraits of the passers-by sitting on the curb combining traffic sounds getting dirty looks and dirty jeans on the dirty ground she says i can't figure out what kind of life this is comedy or tragedy i just know it's show biz and what if i don't agree with the lines i have to read they don't pay me enough the way i see it freedom and democracy that's the word from washington every day the america's asleep with warm milk and cliches and people are expendable along the way your dollar is dependable what more can we say would you like some dog coffee it's all that we've got you can have some you can have not would you like some dog coffee it's all that we've got we're taking care of big business and meanwhile some of the beans rot 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 Pale Purple pale purple nipples goose pimpled she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot alone in the city infested with faces immune to new friendships interested in places she's never seen she says everything is gray here and nothing is green the girls from down the street sixteen, seventeen years old you can smell them getting pregnant you can hear their rock and roll that's america you have to be tough like a glad trash bag the government's an old nag with a good pedigree but pedigree's don't help you and me i see the precedent is gray here and nothing is green unless something unforeseen happens i'm surrounded by the haves they say i can have some too just because of what i do do they think a lot about those who have not or does it just distract them from what they do most of us have gray except for those who can pay for green i'm torn i'm torn rejecting outfits offered me regretting things i've worn when i was still playing roles to fill holes in my conception of who i am you know, now i understand it's not important to be defined it's only important to use your time well well time is something nobody can buy and nobody can sell you so don't let anybody tell you they have the advantage because all the gray people can say every day doesn't mean anything if your mind is green pale purple nipples goose pimpled she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot alone in the city infested with faces immune to new friendships interested in places she's never seen she says everything is gray here otherwise i'd stay here but i'm looking for green just like every human being 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 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 The Story i would have returned your greeting if it weren't for the way you were looking at me this street is not a market and i am not a commodity don't you find it sad that we can't even say hello 'cause you're a man and i'm a woman and the sun is getting low there are some places that i can't go as a woman i can't go there and as a person i don't care i don't go for the hey baby what's your name and i'd alone thank you just the same i am up again against the skin of my guitar in the window of my life looking out through the bars i am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words i'm afraid i've said too much i'm afraid of who has heard me my father, he told me the story and it was true for his time but now the story's different maybe i should tell him mine all the girls line up here all the boys on the other side i see your ranks are advancing i see mine are left behind i am up again against the skin of my guitar in the window of my life looking out through the bars i am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words i'm afraid i can never say enough i'm afraid no one has heard me and despite all the balls that i've been thrown and forced to drop on the social totem pole i'm preciously close to the top they put you in your place and they tell you to behave but no one can be free until we're all on even ground and i would have returned your greeting if it weren't for the way you were looking a Every Angle i'm imagining your frame every angle and every plane i'm imagining your smell the one that mingled with mine once upon a time thoughts of you are picketing my brain they refuse to work such long hours without rest in unstable conditions at best they're out there every day holding up there signs and thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind i'm imagining your laugh again the one you save for your family and your very close friends i'm imagining the way you say my name i don't know when i'm going to hear it again my friends can't tell my laughter from my cries someone tell this photograph of you to let go of my eyes i'm imagining your frame i'm imagining your smell i'm imagining your laugh again and the way you say my name 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 Letting The Telephone Ring i am letting the telephone ring cause i don't want to know why i don't want to hear you explain i don't want to hear you cry i have written so much about you so much i thought i knew words like water used to flow now what could i possibly have to say? she is someone i don't even know and all the things that you've given to me i see now were simply reparations they were gifts of your guilt they were my preparation i know i should be mature keep my feet on the floor but for some reason, i just don't want them anymore i know this shouldn't be important compared to you and i but i can still hear my questions and i can still hear you i can still hear you 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