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Ani Di Franco - Tamburitza Lingua lyrics
Tamburitza Lingua
 A cold and porcelain lonely
 In an old New York hotel
 A stranger to a city
 That she used to know so well
 Bathing in a bathroom
 That is bathed in the first blue light
 Of the beginning of a century
 At the end of an endless night
 Then she is wet behind the ears and wafting down the avenue
 Pre-rush hour
 Post-rain shower
 Stillness seeping upwards like steam
 From another molten sewer
 Summer in New York
 They've been spraying us with chemicals in our sleep
 Us / they
 Something about the mosquitoes having some kind of disease
 Them / me
 CIA foul play
 If you ask the guy selling hair dryers out of a gym bag
 Chemical warfare
 "I'm telling you, lab rat to lab rat," he says, "that's where the truth is at"
 That's where the truth is at
 That's where the truth is at
 And everything seems to have gone terribly wrong that can
 But one breath at a time is an acceptable plan
 She tells herself
 And the air is still there
 And this morning it's even breathable
 And for a second the relief is unbelievable
 And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted
 Her burden lifted
 She's full of clean wind for one lean moment
 And then she's trapped again
 Reverted
 Caged and contortedAni Di Franco - Tamburitza Lingua - http://motolyrics.com/ani-di-franco/tamburitza-lingua-lyrics.html
 With no way to get free
 And she's getting plenty of little kisses
 But nobody's slippin' her the key
 Her whole life is a long list of what ifs
 And she doesn't even know where to begin
 And the pageantry of suffering therein
 Rivals television
 TV is, after all, the modern day roman coliseum
 Human devastation as mass entertainment
 And now millions sit jeering
 Collectively cheering
 The bloodthirsty hierarchy of the patriarchal arrangement
 She is hailing a cab
 She is sailing down the avenue
 She's 19 going on 30
 Or maybe she's really 30 now ...
 It's hard to say
 It's hard to keep up with time once it's on its way
 And, you know, she never had much of a chance
 Born into a family built like an avalanche
 And somewhere in the 80s between the oat bran and the ozone
 She started to figure out things like why
 One eye pointed upwards looking for the holes in the sky
 One eye on the little flashing red light
 A picasso face twisted and listing down the canvas
 Of the end of an endless night
 10 9 8 seven six 5 4 three 2 one
 And kerplooey
 You're done.
 You're done for.
 You're done for good.
 So tell me
 Did you?
 Did you do
 Did you do all you could?














