Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marrow, artist - Ani DiFranco. Album song Revelling/Reckoning, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 09.04.2001
Record label: Righteous Babe, United For Opportunity
Song language: English
Marrow |
The answer came |
Like a shot in the back |
While you were running from your lesson |
Which might explain |
Why years later all you could remember |
Was the terror of the question |
Plus, you weren’t listening |
You were stockpiling canned goods |
Making a bomb shelter of our basement |
And i can’t believe you let the moral go by |
While you were soaking in the product placement |
Where was your conscience? |
Where was your consciousness? |
And where did you put all those letters |
That you wrote to yourself |
But could not address? |
I’m a good kisser |
And you’re a fast learner |
And that kinda thing could float us |
For a pretty long time |
Then one day you’d realize |
You’ve memorized my phone number |
And you’ll call it and find it’s a disconnected line |
Cuz i got tossed out the window of love’s el camino |
And i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb |
You were smoking me |
Weren’t you? |
Between your yellow fingers |
You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word |
Where was your conscience? |
Where was your consciousness? |
And where did you put all those letters |
That you wrote to yourself |
But could not address? |
There’s a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons |
A whole childhood of potions |
That are all bottled up |
And so one by one i am dusting off labels |
I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups |
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 |
Cuz the answer came like a shot in the back |
While you were running from your lesson |
Which might explain |
Why years later all you could remember |
Was the terror of the question |
Plus i’m not listening to you anymore |
My head is too sore and my heart’s perforated |
And i’m mired in the marrow of my (well… ain’t that) funny bone |
Learning how to be alone and devastated |
Where was my conscience? |
Where was my consciousness? |
And what do i do with all these letters |
That i wrote to myself |
But cannot address? |