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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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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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i will lean into you
and you can be the wind i will open up my mouth and you can come rushing in you can rush in so hard and make it so i can't breathe i breathe too much anyway i can do that anyday i just wish i knew who you were i wish you'd make yourself known you probably don't realize i'm her the woman you want to call home i'll keep my ear to the wall i'll keep my eye on the door 'cause i've heard all my own jokes and they're just not funny anymore i laugh too much anyway i can do that anyday have you ever been bent or pulled have you ever been played like strings if i could see you i could strum you i could break you make you sing but i guess you can't really see the wind it just comes in and fills the space and everytime something moves you think that you have seen its face and i've always got my guitar to play but i can do that anyday |
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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 |
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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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