Ani Difranco - Tamburitza Lingua Lyrics
A cold and porcelain lonelyIn an old new york hotelA stranger to a cityThat she used to know so wellBathing in a bathroomThat is bathed in the first blue lightOf the beginning of a centuryAt the end of an endless nightThen she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenuePre-rush hourPost-rain showerStillness seeping upwards like steamFrom another molten sewerSummer in new yorkTheyve been spraying us with chemicals in our sleepUs / theySomething about the mosquitoes having some kind of diseaseThem / meCia foul playIf you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bagChemical warfareIm telling you, lab rat to lab rat, he says, thats where the truth is atThats where the truth is atThats where the truth is atAnd everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that canBut one breath at a time is an acceptable planShe tells herselfAnd the air is still thereAnd this morning its even breathableAnd for a second the relief is unbelievableAnd shes a heavy sack of flour siftedHer burden liftedShes full of clean wind for one lean momentAnd then shes trapped againRevertedCaged and contortedWith no way to get freeAnd shes getting plenty of little kissesBut nobodys slippin her the keyHer whole life is a long list of what ifsAnd she doesnt even know where to beginAnd the pageantry of suffering thereinRivals televisionTv is, after all, the modern day roman coliseumHuman devastation as mass entertainmentAnd now millions sit jeeringCollectively cheeringThe bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangementShe is hailing a cabShe is sailing down the avenueShes 19 going on 30Or maybe shes really 30 now ...Its hard to sayIts hard to keep up with time once its on its wayAnd, you know, she never had much of a chanceBorn into a family built like an avalancheAnd somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozoneShe started to figure out things like whyOne eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the skyOne eye on the little flashing red lightA picasso face twisted and listing down the canvasOf the end of an endless night10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2 oneAnd kerplooeyYoure done.Youre done for.Youre done for good.So tell meDid you?Did you doDid you do all you could?
