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Ani DiFranco

Ani DiFranco ( /ˈɑːniː/; born Angela Maria DiFranco on September 23, 1970) is an American singer, guitarist, poet, and songwriter. She has released more than 20 albums, and is widely considered a feminist icon. more »

They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan 
And they discovered a slave cemetery there 
May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon 
And we've moved on to the electric chair 
And I wonder who's gonna be president 
Tweedle Dumb or Tweedle Dumber? 

And who's gonna have the big 
Blockbuster box office 
This summer 

How 'bout we put up a wall 
Between the houses and the highway 
And then you can go your way 
And I can go my way 

Except all the radios agree with all the TV's 
And all the magazines agree with all the radios 
And I keep hearing that same damn song 
Everywhere I go 

Maybe I should put a bucket over my head 
And a marshmallow in each ear 

And stumble around for another dumb numb week 
For another hum drum hit song to appear 
People used to make records 
As in a record of an event 
The event of people 

Playing music in a room 
Now everything is cross-marketing 
It's about sunglasses and shoes 
Or guns or drugs 

You choose 
We got it rehashed 
We got it half-assed 
We're digging up all the graves 
And we're spitting on the past 
And we can choose between the colors 

Of the lipstick on the whores 
'cause we know the difference 
Between the font of twenty percent more 
And the font of teriyaki 

You tell me 
How does that make you feel? 
You tell me what's real 

They say that alcoholics are always alcoholics 
Even when they're dry as my lips for years 
Even when they're stranded on a small desert island 
With no place in two thousand miles to buy beer 
And I wonder is he different 
Is he different 

Has he changed 
What he's about 
Or is he just a liar 
With nothing to lie about 
Am I headed for the same brick wall 
Is there anything I can do 
About anything at all 
Except go back to that corner in Manhattan 
And dig deeper 
Dig deeper this time 
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history 

Beneath unknown bones 
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery 
Beneath the sewage system and the path train 
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main 
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals 
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels 
Beneath everything I can think of to think about 

Beneath it all 
Beneath all get out 
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel 
There's a fire that's just waiting for fuel

Written by: ANI DIFRANCO


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