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ANI DIFRANCO lyrics - Out Of Range

Out Of Range

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Just the thought of our bed Makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running down the middle of me Most of the time Boys get locked up in some prison Girls get locked up in some house And it don't matter if it's a warden or a lover or a spouse You just can't talk to 'em You just can't reason You just can't leave And you just can't please 'em I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and water Thinking nothing ever changes And I was shocked To see the mistakes of each generation Will just fade like a radio station If you drive out of range If you're not angry You're just stupid Or you don't care How else can you react When you know Something's so unfair The men of the hour Can kill half the world in war Make them slaves to a super power And let them die poor I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and water Thinking nothing ever changes And I was shocked To see the mistakes of each generation Will just fade like a radio station If you drive out of range Just the thought of our bed Makes me crumble like the plaster Where you punched the wall beside my bed And I try to draw the line But it ends up running down the middle of me Most of the time Baby I love you That's why I'm leaving There's no talking to you And there's no pleasing you And I care enough That I'm mad That half the world don't even know What they could have had I was locked Into being my mother's daughter I was just eating bread and water Thinking nothing ever changes And I was shocked To see the mistakes of each generation Will just fade like a radio station If you drive out of range

March

Jackopierce "Jackopierce"
A daughter born the day they walked the moon Somewhere on the edge of the Age of Aquarius In the year her mother Would have otherwise forgotten July was very hot in North Carolina So she left for Buffalo on a bus in the rain With the steam off the asphalt still wet in her hair And the pain of her soldier gone Just sailed away Before he was a soldier, he was just his mother's boy And that's exaclty how she planned to keep him His father died so long ago and he was all she had Still she shared his love with a very young wife And before the war things weren't so bad But every generation makes the same mistakes And still they send their sons away to do the same The mothers cry and the daughters die inside And the sons like the fathers March Whose hair was longer? I think his, she might say But in the army they cut it all away Too much room for wild thoughts to grow And in the spring of his child's first year The father, hey the son, the husband Under beautiful sky, youth like fire in his eyes He gave his life for nothin' No, nothin' at all, they said So many years and the pain it still remains And now her daughter's man will sail away Politics and promises forever the same We take away and sacrifice what we cannot replace And every generation makes the same mistakes And still they send their sons away to do the same And the mothers cry and the daughters die inside And the sons like the fathers Now the sons and the daughters March Buffalo in the winter, bitter as it is Is home for three generations of widowed brides

Summer '79

ATARIS "So Long, Astoria"
Our last day of summer, 1979 Gotta live it up one time before it's over We will make history tonight. Out at the drive-in All of our closest friends, they will be sneaking in You'll be spending the whole night Trying eveything you can to get that girl to notice you. "We Are the Champions" playing out on the radio station Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation. Cruisin' down Pacific Coast Highway, Put the top down, crawl into the back seat. Let's create anthems of our own tonight. Down at the roller rink, All the cool kids crowded around the air hockey table. "Hey, my best friend likes you," I hear you shout at me as you go skating by. "We Are the Champions" playing out on the radio station Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation. Cruisin' down Pacific Coast Highway, Put the top down, crawl into the back seat. Let's create anthems of our own tonight. Sneak out of your window, darlin' Let's live like outlaws, honey We'll never look back. Climb out on this rooftop, And stare at the city lights below us This world belongs to us tonight The kids will keep ragin' on- And they ain't never gonna stop. "We Are the Champions" playing out on the radio station Everyone sing along with these anthems of our generation. Cruisin' down Pacific Coast Highway, Put the top down, crawl into the back seat. Let's create anthems of our own tonight.

Bad Boy

RICK SPRINGFIELD "Comic Book Heroes"
(Springfield) I woke up from the drink I had The room was dark and suddenly began to swirl I should have heeded mother's words She said she'd heard it said you were a naughty girl But what does a mother know That we really need to know And what would she say if she knew [Chorus:] Na na na na you're just a Bad Boy Who, who, who Na na na na they'll drive you mad boy Who, who, who But mother, what a way to go I looked out as the sun came up I shook my head and said I really should be gone I grabbed my shoes and daily news And walked out in the heat beneath the summer sun But father was there outside with no place to run and hide He looked most upset as he said 'Where've you been?' [Chorus] But what if she'd walked in and caught us Do you think she'd have been shocked The way that she talked you'd think I was a daughter Anyway the door was locked I know that mother disagrees But I would really like to see you again And if you want to see me too Then meet me in the bushes at the river bend And no one will find us out 'Cause no one will be about But still I can hear them all say [Chorus]

Rexroth's Daughter

JOAN BAEZ "Dark Chords On A Big Guitar"
Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains where the children learn the stars Clouds roll in from nebraska dark chords on a big guitar My restlessness is long gone I would stand here like an old jack pine But I'm looking for rexroth's daughter the friend of a friend of mine I can't believe your hands and mouth did all that to me Are so daily naked for all the world to see That thunderstorm in michigan I never will forget We shook right with the thunder & with the pounding rain got wet Where did you turn when you turned from me with your arms across your chest I am looking for rexroth's daughter I saw her in the great northwest Would she have said it was the wrong time if I had found her then I don't want too much a field across the road and a few good friends She used to come & see me but she was always there & gone Even the very longest love does not last too long She'd stand there in my doorway smoothing out her dress & say "this life is a thump-ripe melon--so sweet and such a mess" I wanted to get to know you but you said you were shy I would have followed you anywhere but hello rolled into goodbye I just stood there watching as you walked along the fence Beware of them that look at you as an experience You're back out on the highway with your poems of city heat & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter here on my own side street The murderer who lived next door seemed like such a normal guy-- If you try to follow what they shove at us you run out of tears to cry I heard a man speak quietly I listened for a while He spoke from his heart to my woe & then he bowed & smiled What is real but compassion as we move from birth to death I am looking for rexroth's daughter & I'm running out of breath Spring will come back I know it will & it will do its best So useful so endangered like a lion or a breast I think about my children when I look at any child's face & pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace It's so cold out there tonight so stormy I can hardly see & I'm looking for rexroth's daughter & I guess I always will be

Delaney Talks To Statues

JIMMY BUFFETT "Fruitcakes"
Delaney talks to statues As she dances 'round the pool She chases cats through roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language all her own That I cannot discover But she knows I love her so When I tuck her 'neath the covers Father, daughter Down by the water Shells sink, dreams float Life's good on our boat Delaney draws me pictures She finger paints the sand We chase the dogs and hop like frogs Then I do my bad handstand She's growing up too fast for me And asking lots of questions Some I know the answers to And some I'm looking for suggestions Father, daughter Born by the water Surf's up, sun's down Life in a beach town And some of the things I've seen Maybe she won't have to see But there's a lot I want to pass along That was handed down to me Delaney talks to statues As she dances 'round the pool She chases cats through Roman ruins And stomps on big toadstools She speaks a language all her own Just a little like her mother And she knows I love her so When I tuck her 'neath the covers Father, daughter Down by the water Shells sink, dreams float Life's good on our boat

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