my breast is cradledin the curve of my guitarI’m breaking stringsand other thingsplaying hardno I’m not on the ragbut I’m not on the runI am matching the big boysone for oneand I must admit,I’m having myself some fun because the music businessis still run by menlike every businessand everythingbut we can sing like a sonofabitchmake […]
Category Archives: Ani DiFranco
4th Of July
you gotta have the right toolsfor every jobso I invite myself inthrough a hole in the fenceI am tripping through the junkyardscanning over the pilesthe thin cats raise their skin in defenseI know he’s watching meI can see him through the crackshis eyes are small and shy on my backhe says his name is jasonhe […]
Good, Bad, Ugly
it was goodgood to see you againgood to meet your girlfriendI’ll try not to wonder where you arewhen you go outside to kiss herin the front seat of your car it is goodgood to be back homehow I missed this time zonestrangers are excitingtheir mystery never endsbut there’s nothing like looking at your own historyin […]
Coming Up
our father who art in a penthousesits in his 37th floor suiteand swivels to gaze downat the city he made me inhe allows me to stand andsollicit graffiti untilhe needs the land I stand onI in my darkened thresholdam pawing through my pocketsthe receipts, the bus schedulesthe matchbook phone numbersthe urgent napkin poemsall of which […]
Fixing Her Hair
she’s looking in the mirrorshe’s fixing her hairand I touch my head to feelwhat isn’t thereshe’s humming a melodywe learned in grade schoolshe’s so happyand I thinkthis is not cool’cause I know the guyshe’s been talking aboutI have met him beforeand I thinkwhat is this beautiful beautiful womansettling for? she bends her breathwhen she talks […]
Coming Up
our father who art in a penthousesits in his 37th floor suiteand swivels to gaze downat the city he made me inhe allows me to stand andsollicit graffiti untilhe needs the land I stand onI in my darkened thresholdam pawing through my pocketsthe receipts, the bus schedulesthe matchbook phone numbersthe urgent napkin poemsall of which […]
Done Wrong
the wind is ruthlessthe trees shake angry fingers at the skythe people hunch their shouldershold their collars over their earsand run byit’s a cold rainit’s a hard rainlike the kind that you find in songsi guess that makes methe jerk with the heartachehere to sing youabout how i’ve been done wrong and i am sitting, […]
Make Me Stay
I’m gonna turnand walk awayyou can waittil I am far alongthen run and comeand catch my armand say you’d dieif I were goneI want to hear youcall my nameit’s too easyjust to say it softI don’t like my languagewatered downI don’t like my edgesrounded off I can’t always waitfor your circumstance to improvelove is loose […]