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"Taxi Ride"
Tori Amos
Lily is dancing on the table
we've all been pushed too far
I guess on days like these
you know who your friends are--
just another dead fag to you, that's all
just another light missing
on a long taxi ride
taxi ride
I'm down to your last cigarette
and this "we are one" crap, as you're invading
this thing you call love
she smiles way too much, but
I'm glad you're on my side, sure
I'm glad you're on my side still...
you think you deserve a trust fund
just because you want one
sure, you talk the talk when you need to
I fear the whole world is starting to believe you--
just another dead fag to you, that's all
just another light missing
in a long taxi line
taxi line
I'm down to your last cigarette
and this "we are one" crap, as you're invading
this thing you call love
she smiles way too much, but
I'm glad you're on my side, sure
I'm glad you're on my side still...
Lily is dancing on the table
we've all been pushed too far today
even a glamorous bitch can be in need
this is where you know
the honey from the killer bees--
and I'm glad you're on my side, sure
I'm glad you're on my side still
got a long taxi ride...
"Your Next Bold Move"
Ani DiFranco
coming of age during the plague
of Reagan and Bush
watching capitalism gun down democracy
it had this funny effect on me, I guess
I am cancer, I am HIV
and I'm down at the Blue Jesus Blue Cross Hospital
just lookin' up from my pillow
feeling blessed
and the mighty multinationals
have monopolized the oxygen
so it's as easy as breathing
for us all to participate
yes they're buying and selling off shares of air
and you know it's all around you
but it's hard to point and say "there"
so you just sit on your hands
and quietly contemplate
your next bold move
the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
what a waste of thumbs that are opposable
to make machines that are disposable
and sell them to seagulls flying in circles
around one big right wing
yes, the left wing was broken long ago
by the slingshot of Cointelpro
and now it's so hard to have faith in
anything
especially your next bold move
or the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself
you want to track each trickle back to its source
and then scream up the faucet 'til your face is hoarse
'cause you're surrounded by a world's worth
of things you just can't excuse
but you've got the hard cough of a chain smoker
and you're at the arctic circle playing strip poker
and it's getting colder and colder
everytime you lose
so go ahead, make your next bold move
tell us
what's the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself?
"Lesson in Survival"
Joni Mitchell
lesson in survival
spinning out on turns, that gets you tough
guru books, the Bible
only a reminder that you're just not good enough
you need to believe in something,
once I could in our love
black road, double yellow line
friends and kin, campers in the kitchen
that's fine sometimes
but I know my needs, my sweet tumbleweed
I need more quiet times
by a river flowing
you and me, deep kisses and the sun going down...
maybe it's paranoia, maybe it's sensitivity
your friends protect you, scrutinize me
I get so damn timid
not at all the spirit that's inside of me
oh, baby, I can't seem to make it with you socially
there's this reef around me
I'm looking way out at the ocean
love to see that green water in motion
I'm going to get a boat, and we can row it
If you ever get the notion
to be needed by me
fresh salmon frying, and the tide rolling in...
I went to see a friend tonight
it was very late when I walked in
my talking as it rambled
revealed suspicious reasoning
the visit seemed to darken him
I came in as bright as a neon light
and I burned out right there before him
I told him these things I'm telling you now
watched them buckle up in his brow
when you dig down deep, you lose good sleep
and it makes you heavy company
I will always love you
hands alike
magnet and iron, the souls...
"Hope"
R.E.M.
you want to go out friday, and you want to go forever
you know that it sounds childish that you've dreamt of alligators.
you hope that we are with you, and you hope you're recognized
you want to go forever, you see it in my eyes.
I'm lost in the confusion, and it doesn't seem to matter
you really can't believe it and you hope it's getting better
you want to trust the doctors: their procedure is the best
but the last try was a failure, and the intern was a mess.
and they did the same to Matthew, and he bled 'til Sunday night
they're saying don't be frightened, but you're weakened by the sight of it--
you lock into a pattern, and you know that it's the last ditch
you're trying to see through it and it doesn't make sense
but they're saying don't be frightened, and they're killing alligators
and they're hog-tied and accepting of the struggle...
you want to trust religion, and you know it's allegory
but the people who are followers have written their own story.
so you look up to the heavens, and you hope that it's a spaceship
and it's something from your childhood
you're thinking don't be frightened
you want to climb the ladder
you want to see forever
you want to go out friday
and you want to go forever
and you want to cross your dna
to cross your dna with something reptile.
and you're questioning the sciences, and questioning religion
you're looking like an idiot, and you no longer care.
and you want to bridge the schism,
a built-in mechanism to protect you--
and you're looking for salvation, and you're looking for deliverance
you're looking like an idiot, and you no longer care.
you want to climb the ladder
you want to see forever.
you want to go out friday
you want to go forever....
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