Lyrical Aside – Ani Defranco

Bite me.

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(Grey)
the sky is grey
the sand is grey
and the ocean is grey

and i feel right at home
in this stunning monochrome
alone in my way

i smoke and i drink
and every time i blink
i have a tiny dream

but as bad as i am
i’m proud of the fact
that i’m worse than i seem

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

you walk through my walls
like a ghost on tv
you penetrate me

and my little pink heart
is on its little brown raft
floating out to sea

and what can i say
but i’m wired this way
and you’re wired to me

and what can i do
but wallow in you
unintentionally
what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i’ve got everything i want and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

regretfully
i guess i’ve only got three
simple things to say:
why me?
why this now?
why this way?
with overtones ringing
and undertows pulling away
under a sky that is grey
on sand that is grey
by an ocean that’s grey

what kind of paradise am i looking for?
i’ve got everything i want
and still i want more
maybe some tiny shiny key
will wash up on the shore

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she laid down in her party dress and never got up
needless to say she missed the party
she just got sad
then she got stuck
she was wincing like something brittle
trying hard to bend
she was numb with the terror
of losing her best friend
but she never sees things changing
she only sees them ending
and some vicious whispering voice
keeps saying you have no choice
(slide)

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welcome to:
no amount of stoned makes you feel ok
welcome to:
this year’s alone – brought to you by christmas day
welcome to:
the darkness into which prayin people pray

it’s quiet here except for this song
now that everybody’s gone
but hey
least you don’t have to play along today

welcome to:
something like elation when you first open your eyes
just cuz it means
that you musta finally got to sleep last night
welcome to:
the precipice between groundlessness and flight

it’s quiet here except for this song
now that everybody’s gone
but hey
least you don’t have to play along today

besides which
welcome to:
taking the good stuff down off of the shelf
and welcome to:
the art of conversation with yourself
welcome to:
humming an unbroken tune
all day long
yes it’s quiet here
but hey
least you don’t have to play along today
(Welcome to)