| Ani Difranco Lost Woman Song 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 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 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 as far as I can tell the world isn't perfect yet 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 some of lifes best lessons are learned at the worst times under the fierce flourescent 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 heros my heart hit absolute zero Lucille, your voice still sounds in me mine was a relatively easy tragedy now the profile of our country looks a little less hard nosed but that picket line persisted and that clinic's since been closed they keep pounding their fists on reality hoping it will break but I don't think there's a one of us leads a life free of mistakes. |
| Ani Difranco Up up up up up up Up up up up up up Points the spire on the steeple Gods work isn�t done by god It�s done by people And up up up up up up Points the fingers of the trees And the lumberjacks with their bloody axes Are on their knees And just when you think You�ve got enough Enough grow Everywhere that you go in life Enough knows Up up up up up up up Dances the steam from the silver sheet Rounds the corner Brutal wind Blows right through her And Up up up up up up Raises the stakes of the game Each day sinks its footprint into her Glad she�s not the same And just when you think That you�ve got enough Enough grows Everywhere that you go in life Enough knows And half of learning how to play Is learning what not to play, and She�s learning to space as she leaves Half the wrong things to say And she�s dying to sing just enough So that the air around her moves And make music like mercy That gives what it is And there�s nothing to prove She crawls out on a limb She begins to build a home And it�s enough just to look around And know that she�s not alone |