Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reprieve, artist - Ani DiFranco. Album song Reprieve, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Record label: Righteous Babe, United For Opportunity
Song language: English
Reprieve |
Manhattan is an island |
Like the women who are |
Surrounded by children in the car |
Surrounded by cars |
Or manhattan was a project |
That projected the worst of mankind |
First one and then the other |
Has made its mark on my mind |
It’s sixty years later near the hypo-center of the a-bomb |
I’m standing in the middle of hiroshima |
Watching a twisted old eucalyptus tree wave |
One of the very few lives that survived and lives on |
Remembering the day it was suddenly thousands of degrees |
In the shade |
And what all of nature gave birth to |
Terror took in a blinding raid |
With the kind of pain |
It would take cancer so many years just to say |
Oh to grow up gagged and blindfolded |
A great big mans world in your little girls head |
The voice of the great mother drowned out |
In the constant honking haunting the accident scene up ahead |
Oh to grow up hypnotized and then try to shake yourself awake |
Cause you can sense what has been lost |
Cause you can sense what is at stake |
Yeah it took me a few years to catch on that those days I catch everyone’s eye |
Correspond with those nights of the month when the moon gleans like an egg in |
the sky |
And men are using a sense they don’t even know they have just to watch me walk |
by |
And me, I’m supposed to be sensible, leave my animal outside to cry |
But when all of nature conspires to make me her glorious whore |
It’s cause in my body I hold the secret recipe of precisely what life is for |
And the patriarchy that looks to shame me for it is the same one making war |
And I’ve said too much already but I’ll tell you something more |
To split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do |
So girl if that shit ain’t up to you, then you simply are not free |
Cause from the sunlight on my hair to which eggs I grow to term |
To the expression that I wear, all I really own is me |
I mean to split yourself in two is just the most radical thing you can do |
Goddess forbid that little adam should grow so jealous of eve |
And in the face of the great farce of the nuclear age |
Feminism ain’t about equality, it’s about reprieve |