tending the garden of noisewhen I grow the trafficand the churchbellsand the neighborhood boyssinging to myselfas the solitude sets inin tune with the symphonyof south brooklynI sing rockabye, rockabye babyrockabye, the baby that is merockabye, rockabye babyrockabye til I’m fast asleep the tunnel is train tornthe tracks are worn and soreI can feel the rattleriding […]
Category Archives: Ani DiFranco
My I.Q.
when I was four years oldthey tried to test my I.Q.they showed me a pictureof 3 oranges and a pearthey said,which one is different?it does not belongthey taught me different is wrongbut when I was 13 years oldI woke up one morningthighs covered in bloodlike a warlike a warningthat I live in a breakable takeable […]
Anyday
I will lean into youand you can be the windI will open up my mouthand you can come rushing inyou can rush in so hardand make it so I can’t breatheI breathe too much anywayI can do that anyday I just wish I knew who you wereI wish you’d make yourself knownprobably you don’t know […]
Going Down
you can’t get through ityou can’t get over ityou can’t get around just like in a dreamyou’ll open your mouth to screamand you won’t make a sound you can’t believe your eyesyou can’t believe your earsyou can’t believe your friendsyou can’t believe you’re here and you’re not gonna get through itso you are going down […]
How Have You Been
you could always hear the rub squeakingof those two tree limbs’til one day one of them came downtaken down by the windbut on the one that’s still thereyou can still see where the bark wasrubbed bareit’s a metaphor if you know what I meanhow have you been? me and youand your girlfriend makes threein the […]
Anticipate
you are subtle as a window panestanding in my viewbut I will wait for it to rainso that I can see youyou call me up at nightwhen there’s no light passing throughand you think that I don’t understandbut I do we don’t say everything that we couldso that we can say lateroh, you misunderstoodI hold […]
Imperfectly
I’m okayif you get me at a good angleand you’re okayin the sort of lightand we don’t looklike pages from a magazinebut that’s all rightthat’s all right I crashed your pickup truckand then I had to drive it back homeI was cryingI was so scaredof what you would doof what you would saybut you just […]
God's Country
state trooper thinks I drive too fastpulled me over to tell me soI say out here on the prarieany speed is too slowI miss brooklyn I miss my crewlet’s start overI missed my cueguess I just forgotwho I was talking to I should have recognizedthat fierce look in his eyesI’ve seen it in the mirrorso […]