fuck yeah, ani difranco

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different parts of this song have fit into my week in different ways.

1. a misconception, or…a misperception of real events:

four lips none of which were mine kissing tightened my belt around my hips where your hands were missing and stepped out into the cold collar high under the slate grey sky 

2. social life, and all the mistakes i make, and a moment of speaking aloud what didn’t make sense to be spoken aloud

why do i feel like something’s been rearranged? you know, taken out of context i must seem so strange

3. this moment, right now, right here

my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired

4. every moment, all the time, everywhere, background noise, fading beautifully but still omnipresent

oh, how i miss substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss and oh, how i miss walking up to the edge and jumping in like i could feel the future on your skin 

i opened the fire door

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Cradle and All - Ani Difranco

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Marrow - Ani DiFranco so go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine and I’ll have a taste of mine but first let’s toast to the lists that we hold in our fists of the things that we promise to do differently next time

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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.

Slide, Ani DiFranco (via elytra)

[morningsonginmyhead]

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too many stories written out in black and white, c’mon people of privilege it’s time to join the fight. … 

my mother was a feminist, she taught me to see that the road to ruin is paved with patriarchy. so, let the way of the women guide democracy. from plunder and pollution let mother earth be free. feminism ain’t about women. no, that’s not who it is for. it’s about a shifting consciousness that’ll bring an end to war. so listen up you fathers, listen up you sons, which side are you on now which side are you on?

-which side are you on?, ani d. 

GODDAMNIT THIS IS THE BEST PROTEST SONG I’VE EVER HEARD. 

[thelightcollects]

She looks me in the eye and says,

“Would you prefer the easy way?

No? Well, ok then, don’t cry.”

Joyful Girl is such a wonderful song. It’s so smooth and fluid, with an icy touch. 

[bnicolev-blog]

she went over to his apartment clutching her decision and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye? so she built a skyscraper of procrastination and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window of her reply and she felt like an actress just reading her lines when she finally said yes. it’s really goodbye this time and far below was the blacktop and the tiny toy cars and it all fell so fast and it all fell so far and she said: you are a miracle but that is not all you are also a stiff drink and i am on call you are a party and i am a school night and i’m lookin’ for my door key but you are my porch light and you’ll never know, dear just how much i loved you you’ll probably think this was just my big excuse but i stand committed to a love that came before you and the fact that i adore you is but one of my truths what of the mother whose house is in flames and both of her children are in their beds crying and she loves them both with the whole of her heart but she knows she can only carry one at a time? she’s choking on the smoke of unthinkable choices she is haunted by the voices of so many desires she’s bent over from the business of begging forgiveness while frantically running around putting out fires but then what kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties the gravity of duties or the ground speed of joy? tell me what kind of gauge can quantify elation? what kind of equation could i possibly employ? and you’ll never know, dear just how much i loved you you probably think this was just my big excuse but i stand committed to a love that came before you and the fact that i adore you is just one of my truths so i i’m goin’ home to please the one i so love pleasing and i don’t expect he’ll have much sympathy for my grieving but i guess that this is the price that we pay for the privilege of living for even a day in a world with so many things worth believing in

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Way Down Hadestown // Anaïs Mitchell (ft. Justin Vernon, Ani Difranco, Greg Brown, Ben Knox Miller, & The Haden Triplets)

Hadestown tells the post apocalyptic version of Orpheus and Eurydice. Anaïs Mitchell does an incredible of using the talents she knows for the different voices of the cast so that she plays Eurydice, Justin Vernon plays Orpheus, Ani Difranco is Persephone, Greg Brown is Hades, and The Haden Triplets and the Fates. This is one of the introduction songs for the Folk Opera. It sets up the feel of the album though the songs vary from Greg Brown’s deep vocals to full string sections to Vernon playing banjo.

It’s worth a listen.

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night falls like people into love we generate our own light to compensate for the lack of light from above every time we fight a cold wind blows our way but we learn like the trees how to bend how to sway and say i, i think i understand what all this fighting is for and baby, i just want you to understand that i’m not angry anymore no, i’m not angry anymore

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The True Story of What Was

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thevioletfemme:

By Ani DiFranco the light blue flickering rhythm of the neighbor’s big console t.v. is basking on the ceiling of another insomniac spree and outside sleep’s open window between the drops of rain history is writing a recipe book for every earthly pain oh to clean up the clutter of echoes coming in and out of focus words spoken like locusts sing and sing in my head and thing is they often seem in my memory’s long dream to be superfluous to the true story of what was cuz real is real regardless of what you try to say or say away real is real relentless while words distract and dismay words that change their tune though the story remains the same words that fill me quickly and then are slow to drain dialogues that dither down reminiscent of the way it likes to rain every screen a smoke screen oh to dream just for a moment the picture outside the frame then in a flash the light blue horizon spanning a sudden black is sucked into the vanishing point and quiet rushes back to search for the downbeat in a tabla symphony to search in the darkness for someone who looks like me (though i’m not really who i said i was or who i thought i’d be) just a collection of recollections conversations consisting of the kind of marks we make when we’re trying to get a pen to work again a lifetime of them! cough…cough…ahem… i say to me now here listening i say to the locusts that sing and sing to me sitting now here on the front porch swing of my eyes: i hereby amend whatever i’ve ever said with this sigh 

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theautopsygarland:

tiptoe (ani difranco cover) by me

tiptoeing through the used condoms strewn on the piers off the west side highway sunset behind the skyline of jersey walking towards the water with a fetus holding court in my gut my body highjacked my tits swollen and sore the river has more colors at sunset than my sock drawer ever dreamed of i could wake up screaming sometimes but i don’t i could step off the end of this pier but i’ve got shit to do and i’ve an appointment on tuesday to shed uninvited blood and tissue i’ll miss you i say to the water to the son or daughter i thought better of i could fall in love with jersey at sunset but i leave the view to the rats and tiptoe back

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whatifiwanttobeapurse:

This song was played in my first Women and Popular Music class and I instantly fell in love. I’m currently devouring everything that is Ani DiFranco

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