Ani DiFranco Album

Artist(s): Ani DiFranco

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Tracklist

Both Hands

length: 3:38
composer: Ani DiFranco
lyricist: Ani DiFranco

I am walking
Out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again
And I am getting
Nowhere with you
And I can't let it go
And I can't get through

And the old woman
Behind the pink curtains
And the closed door
On the first floor
She is listening to the air shaft
To see how long our swan song will last

And both hands
Now use both hands
Oh no, don't close your eyes
I am writing
Graffiti all over your body
I am drawing the story of
How hard we tried
How hard we tried

And I am watching your chest
Rise and fall
Like the tides of my life
And the rest of it all
And your bones have been my bed frame
And your flesh has been my pillow
And I've been waiting for sleep
To offer up the deep
With both hands
Oh, with both hands

And in each other's shadow
We've grown less and less tall
And eventually our theories
Didn't explain it all
And now I'm writing our history
Up on the bedroom wall
And when we leave the landlord will come
And paint over it all

And I'm walking
Out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again
And I am getting
Nowhere with you
And I can't let it go
And I can't get through

And both hands
Yes use both hands
Oh no don't close your eyes
I am writing
Graffiti on your body
I am drawing the story of
How hard we tried
How hard we tried
How hard we tried

Talk to Me Now

length: 4:30
He said, "You've gotten tough"
'Cause my tone was curt.
Yeah and when I'm approached in a dark alley,
I don't lift my skirt.
In the city, self-preservation is a full time occupation.
I'm determined to survive on this shore.
You know I don't avert my eyes anymore.
In a man's world, I am a woman by birth.
And after nineteen times around,
I have found they will stop what you are worth.
Talk to me now.
I played the powerless in too many dark scenes,
And I was blessed with a birth and a death,
And I guess I just wanted some say in between.
Don't you understand?
In the day to day and the face to face,
I have to act just as strong as I can
Just to preserve a place where I can be who I am.

The Slant

length: 1:37
The slant
A building settling around me
My figure female framed crookedly
In the threshold
Of the room
Door scraping floorboards
With every opening
Carving a rough history
Of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to follow
The text obscured
In the folds of sheets
Slowly gathering the stains
Of seasons spent lying there
Red and brown
Like leaves fallen
The colors of an eternal cycle
Fading with the
Wash cycle
And the rinse cycle
Again an unfamiliar smell
Like my name misspelled
Or misspoken
A cycle broken
The sound of them strong
Stalking talking about their prey
Like the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, they say
Pounding out the rhythms of attraction
Like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more they wanted
Than the journey
Like it was owed to them
Steel toed they walk
And I'm wondering why this fear of men
Maybe it's because I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm dependent on them
To feed me
I am a work in progress
Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of questions
Rhythms that never come clean
And strengths that you still haven't seen

Work Your Way Out

length: 4:09
Lying on the floor
Four stories high
In the corridor
Between the asphalt and the sky
I am caught like bottled water
The light daughter
I wonder what you look like
Under your t-shirt
I wonder what you sound like
When you're not wearing words
I wonder what we have
When we're not pretending
It's never-ending, haven't you heard?
I don't need to tell you
What this is about
You just start on the inside
And work your way out
We are all poly-lingual
But some of us pretend
There's virtue in relying
On not trying to understand
We're all citizens of the womb
Before we subdivide
Into sexes and shades
This side
That side
And I don't need to tell you
What this is about
You just start on the inside
And work your way out
Undressing for the fan
Like it was a man
Wondering about all the things
That I'll never understand
There are some things that you can't know
Unless you've been there
But oh how far we could go
If we started to share
I don't need to tell you
What it is about
You just start on the inside
You just start on the inside
And work your way out

Dog Coffee

length: 2:57
Perpetrating counter culture she is walking through the park
First light ugly and more muscular than the dark
Pushing poems at the urban silence
Drawing portraits of the passers-by
Sitting on the curb
Combining traffic sounds
Getting dirty looks and dirty jeans
On the dirty ground
She says I can't figure out what kind of life this is
Comedy or tragedy I just know it's show biz
And what if I don't agree
With the lines I have to read
They don't pay me enough
The way I see it

Freedom and democracy
That's the word from Washington every day
The americat's asleep
With warm milk and cliches
And people are expendable along the way
Your dollar is dependable
What more can we say
Would you like some dog coffee
It's all that we've got
You can have some
You can have not
Would you like some dog coffee
It's all that we've got
We're taking care of big business
And meanwhile some of the beans rot

Lost Woman Song

length: 4:51
I opened a bank account when I was nine years old
I closed it when I was eighteen
I gave them every penny that I'd saved and they gave my blood and my urine a number
And now I'm sitting in this waiting room playing with the toys
And I am here to exercise my freedom of choice
I passed their handheld signs
I went through their picket lines
They gathered when they saw me coming
They shouted when they saw me cross
I said, "why don't you go home?
Just leave me alone
I'm just another woman lost
You are like fish in the water who don't know that they are wet
But as far as I can tell the world isn't perfect yet"
And his bored eyes were obscene
On his denim thighs a magazine
I wish he'd never come here with me
In fact I wish he'd never come near me
I wish his shoulder wasn't touching mine
I am growing older waiting in this line
But some of life's best lessons are learned at the worst times
And under the fierce fluorescent she offered her hand for me to hold
She offered stability and calm and I was crushing her palm
Through the pinch-pull wincing
My smile unconvincing
On that sterile battlefield that sees only casualties
Never heroes
My heart hit absolute zero
And lucille, your voice still sounds in me
Yeah mine was a relatively easy tragedy
The profile of our country looks a little less hard-nosed
But you know that picket line persisted and that clinic's since been closed
They keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break
But you know I don't think there's one of them that leads a life free of mistakes
Yes I'm not going to sacrifice my freedom of choice
No you can't make me sacrifice my freedom of choice
No you can't make us sacrifice our freedom of choice

Pale Purple

length: 4:03
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
Alone in the city infested with faces
Immune to new friendships

Interested in places she's never seen
She says everything is gray here
And nothing is green

The girls from down the street
Sixteen, seventeen years old
You can smell them getting pregnant
You can hear their rock and roll

That's America you have to be tough
Like a glad trash bag the government's an old nag
With a good pedigree but pedigree's don't help you and me
I see the precedent is gray here and nothing is green

Unless something unforeseen happens
I'm surrounded by the haves
They say I can have some too
Just because of what I do

Do they think a lot about those who have not
Or does it just distract them from what they do
Most of us have gray
Except for those who can pay for green

I'm torn, I'm torn, rejecting outfits offered me
Regretting things I've worn
When I was still playing roles to fill holes
In my conception of who I am

You know, now I understand
It's not important to be defined
It's only important to use your time well
Well, time is something nobody can buy

And nobody can sell you
So don't let anybody tell you they have the advantage
Because all the gray people can say every day
Doesn't mean anything if your mind is green

Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled
She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
Alone in the city infested with faces
Immune to new friendships

Interested in places she's never seen
She says everything is gray here
Otherwise I'd stay here
But I'm looking for green

Rush Hour

length: 5:04
Rush hour and the day's dawning
The rain came and pushed me under the awning
The puddles grew and threw themselves at me
With every passing car I'm shielding my guitar
And there were some things I did not tell him
There were certain things he did not need to know
And there were some days I did not love him
He didn't understand me and I did not know why I didn't go
He said, "change the channel. I've got problems of
My own. I am sick of hearing about
AIDS and people without homes."
And I said, " well, Id like to sympathize with
That, but if you don't understand, then how can you act?"
I expect summer to be there in the morning.
I woke to the alarm, but she was out of arms
Reach, sneaking out on silent thighs.
That were spent and sore from the hot nights that came before
He said, "I looked at you. I don't know why."
I said, "I was wearing black so you couldn't see
Me against the sky."
Take your big leather boots, and your buckles,
And your chains, put them on a downtown train
I expect he would be there in the morning

I awoke to the alarm
He was still in arm's reach,
But his body was just a disguise
His mind had wondered off long ago
I could tell by his eyes
Love isn't over when the sheets are stained
In my head there remains so much left to be said

Make me laugh,
Make me cry,
Enrage me,
But just don't try to disengage me

Fire Door

length: 2:43
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 brain 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

The Story

length: 3:31
I would have returned your greeting
If it weren't for the way you were looking at me
This street is not a market
And I am not a commodity

Don't you find it sad that we can't even say hello
'Cause you're a man and I'm a woman
And the sun is getting low
There are some places that I can't go

As a woman I can't go there
And as a person I don't care
I don't go for the 'Hey baby, what's your name?'
And I'd alone thank you just the same

I am up again against the skin of my guitar
In the window of my life looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words
I'm afraid I've said too much, I'm afraid of who has heard me

My father, he told me the story and it was true for his time
But now the story's different, maybe I should tell him mine
All the girls line up here, all the boys on the other side
I see your ranks are advancing, I see mine are left behind

I am up again against the skin of my guitar
In the window of my life looking out through the bars
I am sounding out the silence avoiding all the words
I'm afraid I can never say enough, I'm afraid no one has heard me

And despite all the balls that I've been thrown
And forced to drop on the social totem pole
I'm preciously close to the top
They put you in your place and they tell you to behave
But no one can be free until we're all on even grade

And I would have returned your greeting
If it weren't for the way you were looking at me

Every Angle

length: 2:45
I'm imagining your frame
Every angle and every plane
I'm imagining your smell
The one that mingled with mine

Once upon a time thoughts of you
Are picketing my brain
They refuse to work
Such long hours without rest
In unstable conditions at best

They're out there every day
Holding up there signs
And thoughts of no other man but you
Could possibly get through
The picket lines to enter into my mind

I'm imagining your laugh again
The one you save for your family
And your very close friends
I'm imagining the way you say my name
I don't know when

I'm going to hear it again
My friends can't tell
My laughter from my cries
Someone tell this photograph of you
To let go of my eyes

I'm imagining your frame
I'm imagining your smell
I'm imagining your laugh again
And the way you say my name

Out of Habit

length: 2:46
The butter melts out of habit
The toast isn't even warm
The waitress and the man in the plaid shirt
Play out a scene they've played
So many times before
I am watching the sun stumble home in the morning
From a bar on the east side of town
And the coffee is just water dressed in brown
Beautiful but boring
He visited me yesterday
He noticed my fingers
And asked me if I would play
I didn't really care a lot
But I couldn't think of a reason why not
I said if you don't come any closer I don't mind if you stay
My thighs have been involved in many accidents
And now I can't get insured
And I don't need to be lured by you
My***** is built like a wound that won't heal
And now you don't have to ask
Because you know how I feel
You know how I feel

Art is why I get up in the morning
But my definition ends there
And it doesn't seem fair
That I'm living for something I can't even define
There you are right there
In the meantime

I don't want to play for you anymore
Show me what you can do
Tell me what are you here for
I want my old friends
I want my old face
I want my old mind
**** this time and place

The butter melts out of habit

Letting the Telephone Ring

length: 4:30
I am letting the telephone ring
cause I don't want to know why
I don't want to hear you explain
I don't want to hear you cry
I have written so much about you
so much I thought I knew
words like water used to flow
now what could I possibly have to say?
she is someone I don't even know
and all the things that you've given to me
I see now were simply reparations
they were gifts of your guilt
they were my preparation
I know I should be mature
keep my feet on the floor
but for some reason,
I just don't want them anymore
I know this shouldn't be important
compared to you and I
but I can still hear my questions
and I can still hear you
I can still hear you
lie
now vicariously I have her in me
I want to peel off my skin
let the water wash in
you always said that I was hiding
that I was hiding from you
but you are capable of things I could not do
you are capable of things I could not do
I remember how you pretended
how you pretended to touch me
I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe
I remember wondering,
what was wrong
what was wrong
how could I be so naive
how could I be so naive?