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 (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.