Atman
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Thu Sep-15-05 09:04 PM
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Ani Difranco
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They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan And they discovered a slave cemetery there May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon And we've moved on to the electric chair
And I wonder who's gonna be president Tweedle Dumb or Tweedle Dumber? And who's gonna have the big Blockbuster box office This summer
How 'bout we put up a wall Between the houses and the highway And then you can go your way And I can go my way
Except all the radios agree with all the TV's And all the magazines agree with all the radios And I keep hearing that same damn song Everywhere I go Maybe I should put a bucket over my head And a marshmallow in each ear And stumble around for another dumb numb week For another hum drum hit song to appear
People used to make records As in a record of an event The event of people Playing music in a room Now everything is cross-marketing It's about sunglasses and shoes Or guns or drugs You choose
We got it rehashed We got it half-assed We're digging up all the graves And we're spitting on the past And we can choose between the colors Of the lipstick on the whores Cuz we know the difference Between the font of twenty percent more And the font of teriyaki You tell me How does that make you feel? You tell me what's real
They say that alcoholics are always alcoholics Even when they're dry as my lips for years Even when they're stranded on a small desert island With no place in two thousand miles to buy beer And I wonder is he different Is he different Has he changed What he's about Or is he just a liar With nothing to lie about
Am I headed for the same brick wall Is there anything I can do About anything at all Except go back to that corner in Manhattan And dig deeper Dig deeper this time
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history Beneath unknown bones Beneath the bedrock of the mystery Beneath the sewage system and the path train Beneath the cobblestones and the water main Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels Beneath everything I can think of to think about Beneath it all Beneath all get out Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel Ther'es a fire that's just waiting for fuel
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Thu Sep-15-05 09:29 PM
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1. When I saw your subject line, I wasn't thinking DeFranco, I was |
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thinking,
Memories are just where you laid them tried the waters till the depths get rough that day. what did you expect to find? was it something you left behind? dont you remember everything i said when i said...
Dont fall away! Leave me to myself. Dont fall away, and leave love bleeding in my hands in my hands, again. leave love bleeding in my hands in my hands, love lies bleeding.
Unholy now i feel contagious. am i the only place that you've left to go. she cries her life is like, some movie black and white. Dead actors faking lines. over and over and over again she cries. don't fall away, and leave me to myself dont fall away, and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands love lies bleeding
and i wanted you turned away you don't remember, but i do you never even tried
don't fall away and leave me to myself don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands love lies bleeding
Hemmorage - fuel
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Tue May 14th 2024, 08:39 AM
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