Self Evident Lyrics

Song	Self Evident
Artist	Ani DiFranco
Album	Carnegie Hall 4.6.02
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : DiFranco
	Yes,
	Us people are just poems
	We're 90% metaphor
	With a leanness of meaning
	Approaching hyper-distillation
	And once upon a time
	We were moonshine
	Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
	Yes, rushing down the long hallway
	Despite what the p.A. announcement says
	Yes, rushing down the long stairs
	With the whiskey of eternity
	Fermented and distilled
	To eighteen minutes
	Burning down our throats
	Down the hall
	Down the stairs
	In a building so tall
	That it will always be there
	Yes, it's part of a pair
	There on the bow of noah's ark
	The most prestigious couple
	Just kickin back parked
	Against a perfectly blue sky
	On a morning beatific
	In its indian summer breeze
	On the day that america
	Fell to its knees
	After strutting around for a century
	Without saying thank you
	Or please
	And the shock was subsonic
	And the smoke was deafening
	Between the setup and the punch line
	Cuz we were all on time for work that day
	We all boarded that plane for to fly
	And then while the fires were raging
	We all climbed up on the windowsill
	And then we all held hands
	And jumped into the sky
	And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
	And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
	And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
	Looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
	So far
	So far
	So fierce and ingenious
	A poetic specter so far gone
	That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
	Over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
	And I'll tell you what, while we're at it
	You can keep the pentagon
	Keep the propaganda
	Keep each and every tv
	That's been trying to convince me
	To participate
	In some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
	Perpetuate retribution
	Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
	Is still hanging in the air
	And there's ash on our shoes
	And there's ash in our hair
	And there's a fine silt on every mantle
	From hell's kitchen to brooklyn
	And the streets are full of stories
	Sudden twists and near misses
	And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
	With tales of narrowly averted disasters
	And the whiskey is flowin
	Like never before
	As all over the country
	Folks just shake their heads
	And pour
	So here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
	Afghanistan
	Iraq
	El Salvador
	Here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
	Under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
	Here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
	Who daily provide women with a choice
	Who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
	Just to listen to a young woman's voice
	Here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
	Awaiting the executioner's guillotine
	Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
	To find peace in the form of a dream
	Cuz take away our playstations
	And we are a third world nation
	Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
	Who stole the oval office and that phony election
	I mean
	It don't take a weatherman
	To look around and see the weather
	Jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
	And boy did he ever
	And we hold these truths to be self evident:
	#1 george w. bush is not president
	#2 america is not a true democracy
	#3 the media is not fooling me
	Cuz I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
	I've got no room for a lie so verbose
	I'm looking out over my whole human family
	And I'm raising my glass in a toast
	Here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
	Let us vow to get off of this sauce
	Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
	And find that train ticket we lost
	Cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
	And peeked into all the backyards
	And the laundry was waving
	The graffiti was teasing us
	From brick walls and bridges
	We were rolling over ridges
	Through valleys
	Under stars
	I dream of touring like duke ellington
	In my own railroad car
	I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
	In a grand station aglow with grace
	And then standing out on the platform
	And feeling the air on my face
	Give back the night its distant whistle
	Give the darkness back its soul
	Give the big oil companies the finger finally
	And relearn how to rock-n-roll
	Yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
	So it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
	And clear the air
	Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
	Of someone else's desert
	Put it back in its pants
	And quit the hypocritical chants of
	Freedom forever
	Cuz when one lone phone rang
	In two thousand and one
	At ten after nine
	On nine one one
	Which is the number we all called
	When that lone phone rang right off the wall
	Right off our desk and down the long hall
	Down the long stairs
	In a building so tall
	That the whole world turned
	Just to watch it fall
	And while we're at it
	Remember the first time around?
	The bomb?
	The ryder truck?
	The parking garage?
	The princess that didn't even feel the pea?
	Remember joking around in our apartment on avenue d?
	Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
	Following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!
	It was a joke, of course
	It was a joke
	At the time
	And that was just a few years ago
	So let the record show
	That the fbi was all over that case
	That the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
	And scoping that scene
	Religiously
	The cia
	Or is it kgb?
	Committing countless crimes against humanity
	With this kind of eventuality
	As its excuse
	For abuse after expensive abuse
	And it didn't have a clue
	Look, another window to see through
	Way up here
	On the 104th floor
	Look
	Another key
	Another door
	10% literal
	90% metaphor
	3000 some poems disguised as people
	On an almost too perfect day
	Should be more than pawns
	In some asshole's passion play
	So now it's your job
	And it's my job
	To make it that way
	To make sure they didn't die in vain
	Sshhhhhh
	Baby listen
	Hear the train?

	zuo ci : DiFranco
	Yes,
	Us people are just poems
	We' re 90 metaphor
	With a leanness of meaning
	Approaching hyperdistillation
	And once upon a time
	We were moonshine
	Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
	Yes, rushing down the long hallway
	Despite what the p. A. announcement says
	Yes, rushing down the long stairs
	With the whiskey of eternity
	Fermented and distilled
	To eighteen minutes
	Burning down our throats
	Down the hall
	Down the stairs
	In a building so tall
	That it will always be there
	Yes, it' s part of a pair
	There on the bow of noah' s ark
	The most prestigious couple
	Just kickin back parked
	Against a perfectly blue sky
	On a morning beatific
	In its indian summer breeze
	On the day that america
	Fell to its knees
	After strutting around for a century
	Without saying thank you
	Or please
	And the shock was subsonic
	And the smoke was deafening
	Between the setup and the punch line
	Cuz we were all on time for work that day
	We all boarded that plane for to fly
	And then while the fires were raging
	We all climbed up on the windowsill
	And then we all held hands
	And jumped into the sky
	And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
	And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
	And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
	Looked more like war than anything I' ve seen so far
	So far
	So far
	So fierce and ingenious
	A poetic specter so far gone
	That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
	Over ' oh my god' and ' this is unbelievable' and on and on
	And I' ll tell you what, while we' re at it
	You can keep the pentagon
	Keep the propaganda
	Keep each and every tv
	That' s been trying to convince me
	To participate
	In some prep school punk' s plan to perpetuate retribution
	Perpetuate retribution
	Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
	Is still hanging in the air
	And there' s ash on our shoes
	And there' s ash in our hair
	And there' s a fine silt on every mantle
	From hell' s kitchen to brooklyn
	And the streets are full of stories
	Sudden twists and near misses
	And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
	With tales of narrowly averted disasters
	And the whiskey is flowin
	Like never before
	As all over the country
	Folks just shake their heads
	And pour
	So here' s a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
	Afghanistan
	Iraq
	El Salvador
	Here' s a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
	Under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
	Here' s a toast to all those nurses and doctors
	Who daily provide women with a choice
	Who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
	Just to listen to a young woman' s voice
	Here' s a toast to all the folks on death row right now
	Awaiting the executioner' s guillotine
	Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
	To find peace in the form of a dream
	Cuz take away our playstations
	And we are a third world nation
	Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
	Who stole the oval office and that phony election
	I mean
	It don' t take a weatherman
	To look around and see the weather
	Jeb said he' d deliver florida, folks
	And boy did he ever
	And we hold these truths to be self evident:
	1 george w. bush is not president
	2 america is not a true democracy
	3 the media is not fooling me
	Cuz I am a poem heeding hyperdistillation
	I' ve got no room for a lie so verbose
	I' m looking out over my whole human family
	And I' m raising my glass in a toast
	Here' s to our last drink of fossil fuels
	Let us vow to get off of this sauce
	Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
	And find that train ticket we lost
	Cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
	And peeked into all the backyards
	And the laundry was waving
	The graffiti was teasing us
	From brick walls and bridges
	We were rolling over ridges
	Through valleys
	Under stars
	I dream of touring like duke ellington
	In my own railroad car
	I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
	In a grand station aglow with grace
	And then standing out on the platform
	And feeling the air on my face
	Give back the night its distant whistle
	Give the darkness back its soul
	Give the big oil companies the finger finally
	And relearn how to rocknroll
	Yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
	So it' s time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
	And clear the air
	Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
	Of someone else' s desert
	Put it back in its pants
	And quit the hypocritical chants of
	Freedom forever
	Cuz when one lone phone rang
	In two thousand and one
	At ten after nine
	On nine one one
	Which is the number we all called
	When that lone phone rang right off the wall
	Right off our desk and down the long hall
	Down the long stairs
	In a building so tall
	That the whole world turned
	Just to watch it fall
	And while we' re at it
	Remember the first time around?
	The bomb?
	The ryder truck?
	The parking garage?
	The princess that didn' t even feel the pea?
	Remember joking around in our apartment on avenue d?
	Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
	Following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!
	It was a joke, of course
	It was a joke
	At the time
	And that was just a few years ago
	So let the record show
	That the fbi was all over that case
	That the plot was obvious and in everybody' s face
	And scoping that scene
	Religiously
	The cia
	Or is it kgb?
	Committing countless crimes against humanity
	With this kind of eventuality
	As its excuse
	For abuse after expensive abuse
	And it didn' t have a clue
	Look, another window to see through
	Way up here
	On the 104th floor
	Look
	Another key
	Another door
	10 literal
	90 metaphor
	3000 some poems disguised as people
	On an almost too perfect day
	Should be more than pawns
	In some asshole' s passion play
	So now it' s your job
	And it' s my job
	To make it that way
	To make sure they didn' t die in vain
	Sshhhhhh
	Baby listen
	Hear the train?

	zuò cí : DiFranco
	Yes,
	Us people are just poems
	We' re 90 metaphor
	With a leanness of meaning
	Approaching hyperdistillation
	And once upon a time
	We were moonshine
	Rushing down the throat of a giraffe
	Yes, rushing down the long hallway
	Despite what the p. A. announcement says
	Yes, rushing down the long stairs
	With the whiskey of eternity
	Fermented and distilled
	To eighteen minutes
	Burning down our throats
	Down the hall
	Down the stairs
	In a building so tall
	That it will always be there
	Yes, it' s part of a pair
	There on the bow of noah' s ark
	The most prestigious couple
	Just kickin back parked
	Against a perfectly blue sky
	On a morning beatific
	In its indian summer breeze
	On the day that america
	Fell to its knees
	After strutting around for a century
	Without saying thank you
	Or please
	And the shock was subsonic
	And the smoke was deafening
	Between the setup and the punch line
	Cuz we were all on time for work that day
	We all boarded that plane for to fly
	And then while the fires were raging
	We all climbed up on the windowsill
	And then we all held hands
	And jumped into the sky
	And every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
	And then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
	And the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
	Looked more like war than anything I' ve seen so far
	So far
	So far
	So fierce and ingenious
	A poetic specter so far gone
	That every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
	Over ' oh my god' and ' this is unbelievable' and on and on
	And I' ll tell you what, while we' re at it
	You can keep the pentagon
	Keep the propaganda
	Keep each and every tv
	That' s been trying to convince me
	To participate
	In some prep school punk' s plan to perpetuate retribution
	Perpetuate retribution
	Even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
	Is still hanging in the air
	And there' s ash on our shoes
	And there' s ash in our hair
	And there' s a fine silt on every mantle
	From hell' s kitchen to brooklyn
	And the streets are full of stories
	Sudden twists and near misses
	And soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
	With tales of narrowly averted disasters
	And the whiskey is flowin
	Like never before
	As all over the country
	Folks just shake their heads
	And pour
	So here' s a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
	Afghanistan
	Iraq
	El Salvador
	Here' s a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
	Under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
	Here' s a toast to all those nurses and doctors
	Who daily provide women with a choice
	Who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
	Just to listen to a young woman' s voice
	Here' s a toast to all the folks on death row right now
	Awaiting the executioner' s guillotine
	Who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
	To find peace in the form of a dream
	Cuz take away our playstations
	And we are a third world nation
	Under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
	Who stole the oval office and that phony election
	I mean
	It don' t take a weatherman
	To look around and see the weather
	Jeb said he' d deliver florida, folks
	And boy did he ever
	And we hold these truths to be self evident:
	1 george w. bush is not president
	2 america is not a true democracy
	3 the media is not fooling me
	Cuz I am a poem heeding hyperdistillation
	I' ve got no room for a lie so verbose
	I' m looking out over my whole human family
	And I' m raising my glass in a toast
	Here' s to our last drink of fossil fuels
	Let us vow to get off of this sauce
	Shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
	And find that train ticket we lost
	Cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
	And peeked into all the backyards
	And the laundry was waving
	The graffiti was teasing us
	From brick walls and bridges
	We were rolling over ridges
	Through valleys
	Under stars
	I dream of touring like duke ellington
	In my own railroad car
	I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
	In a grand station aglow with grace
	And then standing out on the platform
	And feeling the air on my face
	Give back the night its distant whistle
	Give the darkness back its soul
	Give the big oil companies the finger finally
	And relearn how to rocknroll
	Yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
	So it' s time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
	And clear the air
	Get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
	Of someone else' s desert
	Put it back in its pants
	And quit the hypocritical chants of
	Freedom forever
	Cuz when one lone phone rang
	In two thousand and one
	At ten after nine
	On nine one one
	Which is the number we all called
	When that lone phone rang right off the wall
	Right off our desk and down the long hall
	Down the long stairs
	In a building so tall
	That the whole world turned
	Just to watch it fall
	And while we' re at it
	Remember the first time around?
	The bomb?
	The ryder truck?
	The parking garage?
	The princess that didn' t even feel the pea?
	Remember joking around in our apartment on avenue d?
	Can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
	Following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!
	It was a joke, of course
	It was a joke
	At the time
	And that was just a few years ago
	So let the record show
	That the fbi was all over that case
	That the plot was obvious and in everybody' s face
	And scoping that scene
	Religiously
	The cia
	Or is it kgb?
	Committing countless crimes against humanity
	With this kind of eventuality
	As its excuse
	For abuse after expensive abuse
	And it didn' t have a clue
	Look, another window to see through
	Way up here
	On the 104th floor
	Look
	Another key
	Another door
	10 literal
	90 metaphor
	3000 some poems disguised as people
	On an almost too perfect day
	Should be more than pawns
	In some asshole' s passion play
	So now it' s your job
	And it' s my job
	To make it that way
	To make sure they didn' t die in vain
	Sshhhhhh
	Baby listen
	Hear the train?

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