Ani DiFranco rocks!

Ani was fantastic last night in Vancouver.

Fool




Apartment in New York, London and Paris
Where will we rest, we’re all living on top of it
It’s all that we have the USA is our daily bread
And no one is willing to share it

Why can’t we see our fortunancy
Living as legends have lived.
Bane and dismannered
We coax all the time
Knowing that nothing is left when we die

Come along Fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
It’s not that it’s bad…it’s not that it’s death
It’s just that it is on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent

Wanting to live and laugh all the time
Sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents
Anywhich way there’s no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
Will reveal enchanting persons
Come along...

When it's a rut and baby's no luck
Half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again
Within ourselves and within our friends
Come along...

Remark the mark for future

This dream "goes bang bang in my head" and turns into a nightmare, night and day, day and night. I think to myself how come I feel dizzy all the time and not just the moment I get off the bed and land on the ground. On the same lousy shaky ground that moves no matter what I do or how I feel. I should know better it's not the ground that is being shaky, that, it's all in my head, in my head. The dreams and the hope somehow, have turned into disappointment and gloominess.

I light a cigarette. I cup my chin and stare at the burning cigarette close-up and gently blow into the crimson tobacco to watch it burn faster. I refuse to shake the ash and I suffer under the stress of the ash falling on the rug any moment; I still refuse and refuse and refuse till it burns to the nonburnable point and it gets heavy, unbearably heavy, the ash. It falls on the rug and leaves a mark on its brightness. That's when I regret it all and think to myself: I could have seen this coming and I could have prevented it.