ani difranco

Discussion in 'Music genres, Bands and Artists' started by grayciey, Apr 30, 2002.

  1. she is the best you guys into it
     
  2. wow... I'm a little late to this thread. Like 3 years. I love Ani! I was just about to post some of my favorite songs to let people read. She is just so damn amazing! I often read her lyrics when I'm high. Really great, great music.

    This is my favorite song. I'll post others in different posts (I think each song needs a breaking point after it).

    little plastic castle

    in a coffee shop in a city
    which is every coffee shop
    in every city
    on a day which is every day
    i pick up a magazine
    which is every magazine
    and read a story then forgot it right away


    they say goldfish have no memory
    i guess their lives are much like mine
    the little plastic castle
    is a surprise every time
    it's hard to say if they are happy
    but they don't seem much to mind


    from the shape of your shaved head
    i recognized your silhoutte
    as you walked out of the sun and sat down
    and the sight of your sleepy smile eclipsed all the other people
    as they paused to snear at the two girls from out of town


    and i said "look at you this morning
    you are by far the cutest
    but be careful getting coffee
    i think these people wanna shoot us
    or maybe there's some kind of local competition here
    to see who can be the rudest"


    people talk about my image
    like i come in two dimensions
    like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind
    like what i happen to be wearing the day
    that someone takes my picture
    is my new statement for all of womankind


    i wish they could see us now
    in leather bras and rubber shorts
    like some ridiculous team uniform
    for some ridiculous new sport
    quick someone call the girl police
    and file a report


    in a coffee shop in a city
    which is every coffee shop
    in every city
    on a day which is every day
     
  3. 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
     
  4. educated guess

    looks like my crazy family
    is down one crazy daughter cuz
    i'm shipwrecked in a desert that
    once was underwater just
    looking for a swift turn of phrase
    some colors to fly
    as i float by
    in the parade


    plus i dream in skin scented sentences
    of a stronger faster fiercer you
    and to each noun, verb and predicate
    i dedicate a vivid hue
    but you ain't done too well
    getting past your permanent pastel
    have you now?
    yes, the desert seemed so promising
    and then it paled somehow


    so school is in session
    get your chin off your desk
    now pick up your pencil
    and turn over your test
    use your education
    and take an educated guess
    about me


    i've got a slot at eye level like
    a speakeasy door
    and i know you know the password
    cuz i've seen you here before
    and i've got something sweet for you
    and i don't care if it is more than you deserve
    i've got a lot of love and a lot of nerve
    so watch me while i take this curve


    yes school is in session
    get your chin off your desk
    now pick up your pencil
    and turn over your test
    use your education
    and take an educated guess
    about me


    plus i have this whole new family
    and i'm in love with each of them
    and i'm on this list called lucky
    whenever i'm in reach of them
    and i'm learning how to say
    that i'd be happy either way
    with your love


    i'm calling on the stars above

    school is in session
    get your chin off your desk
    now pick up your pencil
    turn over your test
    use your education
    and take an educated guess
    about me
     
  5. self evident
    (inspired by the WTC disaster)

    yes,
    us people are just poems
    we're 90% metaphor
    with a leanness of meaning
    approaching hyper-distillation
    and once upon a time
    we were moonshine
    rushing down the throat of a giraffe
    yes, rushing down the long hallway
    despite what the p.a. announcement says
    yes, rushing down the long stairs
    with the whiskey of eternity
    fermented and distilled
    to eighteen minutes
    burning down our throats
    down the hall
    down the stairs
    in a building so tall
    that it will always be there
    yes, it's part of a pair
    there on the bow of noah's ark
    the most prestigious couple
    just kickin back parked
    against a perfectly blue sky
    on a morning beatific
    in its indian summer breeze
    on the day that america
    fell to its knees
    after strutting around for a century
    without saying thank you
    or please

    and the shock was subsonic
    and the smoke was deafening
    between the setup and the punch line
    cuz we were all on time for work that day
    we all boarded that plane for to fly
    and then while the fires were raging
    we all climbed up on the windowsill
    and then we all held hands
    and jumped into the sky

    and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
    and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
    and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
    looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
    so far
    so far
    so fierce and ingenious
    a poetic specter so far gone
    that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
    over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
    and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
    you can keep the pentagon
    keep the propaganda
    keep each and every tv
    that's been trying to convince me
    to participate
    in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
    perpetuate retribution
    even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
    is still hanging in the air
    and there's ash on our shoes
    and there's ash in our hair
    and there's a fine silt on every mantle
    from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
    and the streets are full of stories
    sudden twists and near misses
    and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
    with tales of narrowly averted disasters
    and the whiskey is flowin
    like never before
    as all over the country
    folks just shake their heads
    and pour

    so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
    afghanistan
    iraq

    el salvador

    here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
    under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

    here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
    who daily provide women with a choice
    who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
    just to listen to a young woman's voice

    here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
    awaiting the executioner's guillotine
    who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
    to find peace in the form of a dream

    cuz take away our playstations
    and we are a third world nation
    under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
    who stole the oval office and that phony election
    i mean
    it don't take a weatherman
    to look around and see the weather
    jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
    and boy did he ever

    and we hold these truths to be self evident:
    #1 george w. bush is not president
    #2 america is not a true democracy
    #3 the media is not fooling me
    cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
    i've got no room for a lie so verbose
    i'm looking out over my whole human family
    and i'm raising my glass in a toast

    here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
    let us vow to get off of this sauce
    shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
    and find that train ticket we lost
    cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
    and peeked into all the backyards
    and the laundry was waving
    the graffiti was teasing us
    from brick walls and bridges
    we were rolling over ridges
    through valleys
    under stars
    i dream of touring like duke ellington
    in my own railroad car
    i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
    in a grand station aglow with grace
    and then standing out on the platform
    and feeling the air on my face

    give back the night its distant whistle
    give the darkness back its soul
    give the big oil companies the finger finally
    and relearn how to rock-n-roll
    yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
    so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
    and clear the air
    get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
    of someone else's desert
    put it back in its pants
    and quit the hypocritical chants of
    freedom forever

    cuz when one lone phone rang
    in two thousand and one
    at ten after nine
    on nine one one
    which is the number we all called
    when that lone phone rang right off the wall
    right off our desk and down the long hall
    down the long stairs
    in a building so tall
    that the whole world turned
    just to watch it fall



    and while we're at it
    remember the first time around?
    the bomb?
    the ryder truck?
    the parking garage?
    the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
    remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

    can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
    following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

    it was a joke, of course
    it was a joke
    at the time
    and that was just a few years ago
    so let the record show
    that the FBI was all over that case
    that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
    and scoping that scene
    religiously
    the CIA
    or is it KGB?
    committing countless crimes against humanity
    with this kind of eventuality
    as its excuse
    for abuse after expensive abuse
    and it didn't have a clue
    look, another window to see through
    way up here
    on the 104th floor
    look
    another key
    another door
    10% literal
    90% metaphor
    3000 some poems disguised as people
    on an almost too perfect day
    should be more than pawns
    in some asshole's passion play
    so now it's your job
    and it's my job
    to make it that way
    to make sure they didn't die in vain
    sshhhhhh....
    baby listen
    hear the train?
     
  6. wow. listening to this right now... amazingly written.

    my i.q.
    when i was four years old
    they tried to test my i.q.
    they showed me a picture
    of 3 oranges and a pear
    they said,
    which one is different?
    it does not belong
    they taught me different is wrong
    but when i was 13 years old
    i woke up one morning
    thighs covered in blood
    like a war
    like a warning
    that i live in a breakable takeable body
    an ever increasingly valuable body
    that a woman had come in the night to replace me
    deface me
    see,
    my body is borrowed
    yeah, i got it on loan
    for the time in between my mom and some maggots
    i don't need anyone to hold me
    i can hold my own
    i got highways for stretchmarks
    see where i've grown
    i sing sometimes
    like my life is at stake
    'cause you're only as loud
    as the noises you make
    i'm learning to laugh as hard
    as i can listen
    'cause silence
    is violence
    in women and poor people
    if more people were screaming then i could relax
    but a good brain ain't diddley
    if you don't have the facts
    we live in a breakable takeable world
    an ever available possible world
    and we can make music
    like we can make do
    genius is in a back beat
    backseat to nothing if you're dancing
    especially something stupid
    like i.q.
    for every lie i unlearn
    i learn something new
    i sing sometimes for the war that i fight
    'cause every tool is a weapon -
    if you hold it right.
     
  7. I'm listing to this right now... god what a great song. (and yes I'm quite comfortable with my lone ranger Ani discussion. heh)

    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 deed
    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 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 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
     
  8. Ok still having a party all by myself in here... I love the Ani... I'm listening to this song currently and I had to stop my work and just go with it.

    pick yer nose

    how come i can pick my ears
    but not my nose
    who made up that rule anyway
    how can you say that's the way it is
    that's just the way it goes
    why don't you decide for yourself
    what you can do
    and what you can say

    how come i can pick my friends
    but not my enemies
    what is it about me that offends
    what is it about me
    'cause you know i'm only five foot two
    and i'm giggly wiggly
    tell me again, what did i do
    why are you scared of me
    i fight with love
    and i laugh with rage
    you've gotta live light enough
    to see the humor
    and long enough to see some change

    i think shy is boring
    i think depressed is too
    i think pretty is nice
    but i'd rather see something new
    all these plastic people
    got their plastic surgery
    but we got a big big beautiful
    we got it for free
    who you gonna be
    if you can't be yourself
    you can't get it from t.v.
    you can't force it on
    anybody else

    you know they come to clear cut
    they come to strip mine
    they come for some of my big butt
    my big brain
    or just a little time
    they wanna take me out to dinner
    think i'm a bitch if i don't go
    seems like the people who actually like me
    won't allow me to say no
    your idea of a conversation
    is the third degree
    but i don't really know you
    and i don't really want to talk about me

    'cause i'm not going to pretend
    that i don't pick my nose
    that's just the way it is, my friends
    that's just the way it goes
    this is who i am
    what i do
    and what i say
    if you like it, let it be
    if you don't, please do the same
    i fight with love
    i laugh with rage
    you gotta live light enough to see the humor
    and long enough to see some change
     
  9. DBdubbs, you totally shoulda filled me in on this one! I just found it when searching for an old thread about weed coffee that i wanted to link to. Anyway, Ani fans holla back!

    serpentine



    pavlov hits me with more bad news
    every time i answer the phone
    so i play and i sing and i just let it ring
    all day when i'm at home
    a defacto choice of macro
    or microcosmic melancholy
    but, baby, any way you slice it
    i'm thinkin i could just as soon use
    the time alone

    yes, the goons have gone global
    and the CEOs are shredding files
    and the democrins and the republicrats
    are flashing their toothy smiles
    and uncle tom is posing for a photo op
    with the oval office clan
    and uncle sam is rigging cockfights
    in the promised land
    and that knife you stuck in my back is still there
    it pinches a little when i sigh and moan
    and these days i'm thinkin i could just as soon use
    the time alone

    cuz all the wrong people have the power
    of suggestion
    and the freedom of the press is meaningless
    if nobody asks a question
    i mean, causation by definition
    is such a complex compilation of factors
    that to even try to say why
    is to oversimplifly
    but that's a far cry, isn't it dear?
    from acting like you're the only one there
    unrepentantly self-centered and unfair
    enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop
    exit mr. eye contact
    who took his flirt and flew the coop
    but whatever
    no matter
    no fishin trips
    no fishin
    cuz mamma's officially out of commission
    and did i mention
    in there
    somewhere
    did i mention
    somewhere
    in there
    that i traded babe ruth?
    yes, i traded the only player that was bigger than the game
    and i can't even tell you why
    cuz you'd think i'm insane
    and that's the truth

    and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power
    sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers
    and hip hop is tied up in the back room
    with a logo stuffed in its mouth
    cuz the master's tools will never dismantle the master's house
    but then
    i'm getting away from myself
    as i get closer and closer to home
    and these days i'm thinkin
    i could just as soon use
    the time alone

    an i must admit
    today my inner pessimist
    seems to have got the best of me
    we start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny
    and we memorize all the president's names
    like little trained monkeys
    and then we're spit into the world
    so many spinny-eyed t.v. junkies
    incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery
    preemptively pacified with history book history
    an i've been around the world now
    and i can see this about america
    the mind control is steep here, man
    the myopia is deep here

    and behold
    those that try to expose the reality
    who really try to realize democracy
    are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets
    while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet
    behind a wall
    behind a moat
    and that is all
    that's all she wrote

    an my heart beats an sss o o o sss
    cuz folks just couldn't care care care less less less
    as long as every day is superbowl sunday
    and larger than life women in lingerie
    are pouting at us from every bus stop
    shelovesme shelovesmenot shelovesme shelovesmenot...

    and "big government should not stand between a man and his money"
    cuz "what's good for business is good for the country"

    our children still take that lie like communion
    the same old line the confederacy used on the union

    conjugate liberty
    into libertarian
    and medicate it
    associate it
    with deregulation
    privatization
    we won't even know we're slaves
    on a corporate plantation
    somebody say hallelujah!
    somebody say damnation!
    cuz the profit system follows the path of least resistance
    and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked
    makes it serpentine
    capitalism is the devil's wet dream
    so just give me my judy garland drugs
    and let me get back to work
    cuz the empire state building
    is the tallest building in new york
    and i always got the feeling
    you just liked to hear it fall

    off your tongue

    but i remember my name

    in your mouth
    and i don't think i was done
    hearing it close to my ear
    on a whisper's way to a moan
    but pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone
    so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i'm at home

    a defacto choice of macro
    or microcosmic melancholy
    but baby, any way you slice it
    i'm thinkin i could just as soon use
    the time alone


    © 2003 ani difranco / righteous babe music

     
  10. That is suuuuch a great song! I don't agree with all of Ani's political views, but god I love her lyrics and music. I love talented people.
     

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