We live to hear the slack-jawed gasping, we live under a halo of held breath and when the children raise up a giant shield of laughter, it's like they're fending off death. And we can make somethnig bigger than anyone of us alone, and then the clowns will take off their makeup and the people will go home. But life on the outside ain't easy... no sequins, no elephants, no parading around, yeah, the tent goes up, and the tent comes down and they're stuck in this fucking town. pft...Ani DiFranco is better than green day anyway.
Who the butt fuck isn't Ani D?! Who the butt fuck isn't Michael Hedges. On the last naked day of winter On the eve of a fateful thaw I was imprisoned in frozen pieces Of heart-broken laws Then down fell an angel renegade Her halo read "Morning Star" Wounded by the doom of a comet tail She was sealed with a scar Then a sweet lightning struck And the earth opened us Like spring buds Why she ever fled heaven And why I would hibernate Answers why we would meet here To equal our altered states Then a sweet lightning struck And the earth opened us Like spring buds With a sacred heart-shared rhythm We blossom through the spring Star of the Morning shines now On her own two wings Then a sweet lightning struck And the earth opened us Like spring buds
