International Rugby Festival 2009

"32 Flavors" - Ani DiFranco

Ani DiFranco (born Angela Maria DiFranco on September 23, 1970) is a Grammy Award-winning singer, guitarist, and songwriter. She is a prolific artist, having released over twenty albums and is widely celebrated as a feminist icon.

32 Flavors (lyrics)
Squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
and I'm beyond your peripheral vision
so you might want to turn your head
cause someday you're going to get hungry
and eat most of the words you just said

both my parents taught me about good will
and I have done well by their names
just the kindness I've lavished on strangers
is more than I can explain
still there's many who've turned out their porch lights
just so I would think they were not home
and hid in the dark of their windows
til I'd passed and left them alone

and god help you if you are an ugly girl
course too pretty is also your doom
cause everyone harbors a secret hatred
for the prettiest girl in the room
and god help you if you are a pheonix
and you dare to rise up from the ash
a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
while you are just flying back

I'm not trying to give my life meaning
by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say

squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some
And I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you're starving
and eating all of the words you said

Both Hands - Ani DiFranco

Both Hands (lyrics)
I am walking out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again,
and I am getting nowhere with you,
and I can't let it go,
and I can't get through.

And the old woman behind pink curtains
and closed door on the first floor.
She's listening through the airshaft
to see how long our swan song can last.
And both hands,
now use both hands.
Oh no don't close your eyes.
I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried,
how hard we tried.

I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life and the rest of it all,
and your bones have been my bedframe,
and your flesh has been my pillow.
I've been waiting for sleep,
to offer up the deep with both hands.
Oh ah, both hands.

But in each other's shadow we grew less and less tall
and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all.
I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall
and when we leave the landlord will come
and paint over it all.

I'm walking out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again,
and I am getting nowhere with you,
and I can't let it go,
and I can't get through.
Both hands, now use both hands.
Ooh, close your eyes.
I am writing graffiti on your body.
I am drawing the story of how hard we tried,
how hard we tried, how hard we tried.