Тексты песен «Ani DiFranco»

ive been wondering what you meant when you asked do you have a light? ive been wondering where you went when you left that party that night cloud blood sweat smeared on the sky its dawns roadkill ive been driving since...

You are listening to the phone ring Like a church bell sounding out the hour. And the ringing cuts the silence Like a knife leaving little pieces left of your life. You are watching the night shadows grow tall s...

you are listening to the phone ring like a church bell sounding out the hours and the ringing cuts the silence like a knife leaving little pieces left of your life you are watching the night shadows grown...

come, come away come away from come away from it come, come away come away from come away from it won't you come come away from come away from it why won't you why won't you come come away from come away...

come come away come away from come away from it next to the glass ashtray in a little plastic baggy is a bitter rock remedy really good stuff but i take offense to the fact that you're so hell bent are you trying to...

our father who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th floor suite and swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in he allows me to stand and sollicit graffiti until he needs the land I stand on I in my darkened threshold...

our father who art in a penthouse sits in his 37th floor suite and swivels to gaze down at the city he made me in he allows me to stand and sollicit graffiti until he needs the land I stand on I in my darkened threshold...

What's the point Of all this pointless proximity If you won't talk Take me for a walk Through a little story All these years Have made me sick to tears Of such mysteries Why should I keep you If you won't keep me...

fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home F train is full of high school students so much shouting so much laughter last night's underwear in my back...

fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home F train is full of high school students so much shouting so much laughter last night's underwear in my back...

fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone three o'clock in the afternoon and I am going home F train is full of high school students so much shouting so much laughter last night's underwear in my back...

the big day has come the bell is sounding i run my hands through my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town is gathering people are trading crime for crime everyone needs to see the prisoner they need to...

the big day has come the bell is sounding i run my hands through my hair one last time outside the prison walls the town is gathering people are trading crime for crime everyone needs to see the prisoner they need to...

Step up and forfeit Your frontal lobe To the sexed up strobe Of celebrity Never mind that The nanoseconds in between Are some of the darkest darkness You've ever seen Keep your eye on my finger And listen to...

Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Fluorescent light of the bathroom Shows my hands as they are See an eyelash on my cheek Pick it off and make a wish And walk back out into the bar Wind at the windows...

Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Fluorescent light of the bathroom Shows my hands as they are See an eyelash on my cheek Pick it off and make a wish And walk back out into the bar Wind at the windows Neon...

life used to be life-like now it's more like show biz i wake up in the night and i don't know where the bathroom is and i don't know what town i'm in or what sky i am under and i wake up in the darkness and i don't have...

life used to be life-like now it's more like showbiz i wake up in the night and i don't know where the bathroom is and i don't know what town i'm in or what sky i am under and i wake up in the darkness and i don't have...

Lots of folks back East, they say Is leavin' home every day Beatin' the hot old dusty way To the California line 'Cross the desert sands they roll Gettin' out of that old dust bowl They think they're goin' to a...

Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day, Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line. 'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl, They think they're goin' to a...