In the jukebox of her memory The list of names flips by and stops She closes her eyes And smiles as the record drops Then she drinks herself up and out
trick It's called criminalize the symptoms while you spread the disease And I hold on hard to something Between my teeth when I'm sleeping I was up
If the mattress was a table top And the bed sheet was a page We'd be written out Like a couple of question marks My convex to your concave And we'd be
me diving into the watery blue deep But now you're trying to find every tiny treasure Every shiny penny of pleasure Satisfy every selfish purpose Before you swim back up
In walked a man in the shape of a man Holding a hat-shaped hat He held up two fingers and said 'how many fingers? " And I said 'peace man, that's
Up, up, up, up, up, up points the Spire of the steeple But God's work isn't done by God It's done by people Up, up, up, up, up, up points the Fingers
my love Is gonna come up short there is no there there I guess I'm scared 'Cuz I want to have good news to report Every time I come up for air Now
Growing up, it was just me and my mom against the world And all my sympathies were with her when I was a little girl But now I've seen both my parents
It's not so much that we got closer It's that her face just got bigger And by the time it was taking up my whole view I figured my face had got bigger
and became The white girl with the hair And you sat right beside me While everybody stared And through the open window I think the singing went outside And floated up
age So go ahead, try the door, it doesn't matter anymore I know the weak hearted are strong willed And we are being kept alive Until we're killed, he's up
Some guy tried to rub up against me In a crowded subway car Some guy tried to feed me some stupid line In some stupid bar I see the same shit everyday
All our houses dim their sliding To the same soot gray style And we hang our laundry out on Sundays When they turn the furnaces off Everybody's daddy works up
Up up up up up up points the Spire of the steeple But god's work isn't done by god It's done by people Up up up up up up points the Fingers of the trees
state This country is too large And whoever's in charge up there Had better take the elevator down And put more than change in our cup Or else we are coming up
Tercüme: DiFranco, Ani. Geliyor.
Tercüme: DiFranco, Ani. En Yüz Ve Sing.
