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ode to Ani

Discussion in 'TRIBE Main Forum' started by Brite, Mar 17, 2002.

  1. Brite

    Brite TRIBE Member


    I was just wondering who else loves this lyrically gifted artist? I can relate to so much of her work and not many others have such a talent for the written (and performed) word.


    I'm going to see her in Buffalo on April 8th, I'm *so* excited

    I'm a tad obsessed but I am honestly blown away by so much of her work.

    This is a poem (and is now becoming a song) for the World Trade centre:

    yes, yes, 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 PA announcement said
    yes, rushing down the long stairs
    with the whiskey of eternity fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes

    burning on our tongues
    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 kicking 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
    because we were all on time
    for work that day

    we all boarded that plane for to fly
    and then when the fires were raging
    we all climbed up on the windowsill
    and then we all held hands
    and jumped into the sky

    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

    yes it looked more like war than anything I've seen 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,
    you can keep the propaganda
    and 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 flowing like never before
    as all over the country folks just shake their heads, and pour


    here's a toast to all the folks who live in Palestine, and Iraq, and El Salvador.
    here's a toast to the folks living on the Pine Ridge Reservation with GI Joe still coming back for more
    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 hot oil or guillotine
    who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads to
    find peace in the form of a dream

    cause take away our Playstations
    and we are a 3rd world nation
    under the thumb
    of some blue blood royal son
    who bought the Oval Office in that phony election
    while we're at it, let me state unequivocally,
    he is not President of Me, he is not President of me

    'cause i, 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

    'cause once upon a time the line followed the river
    and peeked into all the backyards
    where the laundry was waving out on the line
    and 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 big wooden benches
    in the 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 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 and roll

    yes, the lessons are all around us
    and the truth is waiting there
    so it's time to pick through the rubble
    clean the streets
    and clear the air

    tell our government to pull its big dick out of the sand of someone else's desert
    and put it back in its pants
    and quit the hypocritical chants of 'freedom forever'

    cause 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 the building so tall
    that the whole world stopped
    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 pity
    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
    it was just a few years ago
    so let the record show
    that the fbi was all over that case
    the plot was obvious and in everybody^Òs face
    and scoping the scene religiously
    was 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 they 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 and 90% metaphor
    5000 some poems disguised as people
    on an almost too perfect day
    they must be more than just poems
    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
    shhh listen baby hear the train?


    I heart Ani! hehe
  2. Plato

    Plato TRIBE Member

    miss difranco rocks :D

    lucky you! wish i could see her. when is she comming up to canada? do you know any dates?

    p[l]a+0 <--missed out on her guelph show a few years ago :(
  3. Brite

    Brite TRIBE Member

    I went to pollstar.com and there are only American dates thus far :( But I'll keep u posted if I find out anything
  4. Rosey

    Rosey TRIBE Member

    ani is mighty.

    and there are some 'militant' ani fans on this board, they must have just missed this thread so far. ;)
  5. Cheeka

    Cheeka TRIBE Member

    agreed! she is completely phenomenal!
    her lyrics are like no one else’s.
    I really admire her talent, and love her music :)!
  6. statira

    statira TRIBE Member

    I heart Ani too!! She is fantastic!! I would love to see her live!!

  7. Temper Tantrum

    Temper Tantrum TRIBE Member

    i am not a pretty girl
    that is not what i do
    i ain't no damsel in distress
    and i don't need to be rescued
    so put me down punk
    maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
    isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

    i am not an angry girl
    but it seems like i've got everyone fooled
    every time i say something they find hard to hear
    they chalk it up to my anger
    and never to their own fear
    and imagine you're a girl
    just trying to finally come clean
    knowing full well they'd prefer you
    were dirty and smiling

    and i am sorry
    i am not a maiden fair
    and i am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

    and generally my generation
    wouldn't be caught dead working for the man
    and generally i agree with them
    trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan
    and i have earned my disillusionment
    i have been working all of my life
    and i am a patriot
    i have been fighting the good fight
    and what if there are no damsels in distress
    what if i knew that and i called your bluff?
    don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
    whether or not you ever show up

    i am not a pretty girl
    i don't want to be a pretty girl
    no i want to be more than a pretty girl

    Still my favourite song by her

  8. Moez

    Moez TRIBE Member

    this is one of my favorite songs by her:

    think i'm going for a walk now
    i feel a little unsteady
    i don't want nobody to follow me
    'cept maybe you
    i could make you happy you know
    if you weren't already
    i could do a lot of things
    and i do

    tell you the truth i prefer
    the worst of you
    too bad you had to have a better half
    she's not really my type
    but i think you two are forever
    and i hate to say it but
    you're perfect together

    so fuck you
    and your untouchable face
    and fuck you
    for existing in the first place
    and who am i
    that i should be vying for your touch
    and who am i
    i bet you can't even tell me that much

    two-thirty in the morning
    and my gas tank will be empty soon
    neon sign on the horizon
    rubbing elbows with the moon
    a safe haven of sleepless
    where the deep fryer's always on
    radio is counting down
    the top 20 country songs
    and out on the porch the fly strip is
    waving like a flag in the wind
    y'know, i don't look forward
    to seeing you again soon
    you'll look like a photograph of yourself
    taken from far far away
    and i won't know what to do
    and i won't know what to say

    except fuck you...

    i see you and i'm so perplexed
    what was i thinking
    what will i think of next
    where can i hide
    in the back room there's a lamp
    that hangs over the pool table
    and when the fan is on it swings
    gently side to side
    there's a changing constellation
    of balls as we are playing
    i see orion and say nothing
    the only thing i can think of saying

    is fuck you...
  9. Dark-Rave

    Dark-Rave TRIBE Member

    truly a gifted artist.. my favourite song from ani:

    In a coffee shop in a city
    Which is every coffee shop in every city
    On a day which is every day
    I picked up a magazine
    Which is every magazine
    Read a story, and then forgot it right away

    They say goldfish have no memory
    I guess their lives are much like mine
    And the little plastic castle
    Is a surprise every time
    And it's hard to say if they're happy
    But they don't seem much to mind

    From the shape of your shaved head
    I recognized your silhouette
    As you walked out of the sun and sat down
    And the sight of your sleepy smile
    Eclipsed all the other people
    As they paused to sneer at the two girls
    From out of town

    I said, look at you this morning
    You are, by far, the cutest
    But be careful getting coffee
    I think these people wanna shoot us
    Or maybe there's some kinda local competition here
    To see who can be the rudest

    People talk
    About my image
    Like I come in two dimensions
    Like lipstick is a sign of my declining mind
    Like what I happen to be wearing
    The day that someone takes a picture
    Is my new statement for all of womankind

    I wish they could see us now
    In leather bras and rubber shorts
    Like some ridiculous new team uniform
    For some ridiculous new sport
    Quick someone call the girl police
    And file a report

    In a coffee shop in a city
    Which is every coffee shop in every city
    On a day which is every day

    happy monday!

    love and laughter..

  10. Bean

    Bean TRIBE Member

    She was in Ann Arbor this past weekend. I think some of my colleagues went to the show.

    I saw her at Massey Hall in May? April? 1998. Fabulous.

    Both Hands and 32 Flavors are my favourite Ani songs.



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  11. Lysistrata

    Lysistrata Well-Known TRIBEr

    I'm all about the Ani. I've seen her twice, once at Massey hall, once at Molson Ampitheatre. It's impossible to call favourites on her songs though....i'm a pixie
    i'm a paperdoll
    i'm a cartoon
    i'm a chipper cheerful free for all
    and i light up a room
    i'm the color me happy girl
    miss live and let live
    and when they're out for blood
    i always give

    the man behind the counter looks like he's got
    a half a dozen places he'd rather be
    and furthermore it looks like he's prepared
    to take it all out on me
    buddy, i don't really care what your problem is
    just don't make it mine
    come on kids, let's all hold hands
    and pretend we're having a good time

    maybe you don't like your job
    maybe you didn't get enough sleep
    well, nobody likes their job
    nobody got enough sleep
    maybe you just had
    the worst day of your life
    but, you know, there's no escape
    and there's no excuse
    so just suck up and be nice

    all the privileged white kids on tv
    playing at death
    brandishing their cold cuts
    with their ghostly makeup
    and their heroin breath
    and all the little fishes are flapping wildly
    on their hooks
    while all the top critics find great meaning
    in the telephone book

    the little emperor he has no clothes
    so he can't come out to play
    and besides which life is suffering
    and he likes it that way
    and the little guy is not so friendly
    but you know life has been cruel
    so wipe that smile off your face baby
    and try to be cool

    maybe you don't like your job
    maybe you didn't get enough sleep
    well, nobody likes their job
    nobody got enough sleep
    maybe you just had
    the worst day of your life
    but, you know, there's no escape
    and there's no excuse
    so just suck up and be nice

    yeah, i would like to perfect the art
    of being studiously aloof
    like life is just a boring chore
    and i am living proof
    i could join forces with an army
    of ornery hipsters
    but then i guess i'd be out of a job
    so i guess that's out of the picture

    cuz i'm a pixie
    i'm a paperdoll
    i'm a cartoon
    i'm a chipper cheerful free for all
    and i light up a room
    i'm the color me happy girl
    miss live and let live
    and when they're out for blood
    i always give

  12. Libradragon

    Libradragon TRIBE Promoter

    Me too. *Both Hands* (lyrics AND music) render me speechless, at least for the duration of the song.
  13. Brite

    Brite TRIBE Member

    I'll play too

    Among Many others that have been listed, School night is fab!

    she went over to his apartment
    clutching her decision
    and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?
    so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
    and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
    of her reply
    and she felt like an actress
    just reading her lines
    when she finally said
    yes. it's really goodbye this time
    and far below was the blacktop
    and the tiny toy cars
    and it all fell so fast
    and it all fell so far

    and she said:
    you are a miracle but that is not all
    you are also a stiff drink and i am on call
    you are a party and i am a school night
    and i'm lookin' for my door key
    but you are my porch light

    and you'll never know, dear
    just how much i loved you
    you'll probably think this was
    just my big excuse
    but i stand committed
    to a love that came before you
    and the fact that i adore you
    is but one of my truths

    what of the mother
    whose house is in flames
    and both of her children
    are in their beds crying
    and she loves them both
    with the whole of her heart
    but she knows she can only
    carry one at a time?
    she's choking on the smoke
    of unthinkable choices
    she is haunted by the voices
    of so many desires
    she's bent over from the business
    of begging forgiveness
    while frantically running around
    putting out fires

    but then what kind of scale
    compares the weight of two beauties
    the gravity of duties
    or the ground speed of joy?
    tell me what kind of gauge
    can quantify elation?
    what kind of equation
    could i possibly employ?
    and you'll never know, dear
    just how much i loved you
    you probably think this was
    just my big excuse
    but i stand committed
    to a love that came before you
    and the fact that i adore you
    is just one of my truths

    so i
    i'm goin' home
    to please the one i so love pleasing
    and i don't expect
    he'll have much sympathy for my grieving
    but i guess that this is the price
    that we pay for the privilege
    of living for even a day
    in a world with so many things
    worth believing

  14. defazman

    defazman TRIBE Member

    Oh you so have to go see her in concert. It was one of the best concerts I've been to. It was at the University of Guelph Athletic Center (gym) a few years back, and she was awesome. I was so close to the front I could have almost reached out and touched her...

    but she didn't sing shy :(
  15. Lysistrata

    Lysistrata Well-Known TRIBEr

    i have to admit it. I'm jealous of goat boy.
  16. statira

    statira TRIBE Member

    one of my favorites, i can't pick just one

    Talk to me now

    he said ani, you've gotten tough
    'cause my tone was curt
    yeah, and when i'm approached in a dark alley
    i don't lift my skirt
    in this city
    is a full time occupation
    i'm determined
    to survive on these shores
    i don't avert my eyes anymore
    in a man's world
    i am a woman by birth
    and after nineteen times around i have found
    they will stop at nothing once they know what you are worth
    talk to me now
    i played the powerless
    in too many dark scenes
    and i was blessed with a birth and a death
    and i guess i just want some say in between
    don't you understand
    in the day to day
    in the face to face
    i have to act
    just as strong as i can
    just to preserve a place
    where i can be who i am
    so if you still know how
    talk to me now

  17. statira

    statira TRIBE Member

    and..... shy

    the heat is so great
    it plays tricks with the eye
    it turns the road to water
    and then from water to sky
    and there's a crack in the concrete floor
    and it starts at the sink
    there's a bathroom in a gas station
    and i've locked myself in it to think

    and back in the city
    the sun bakes the trash on the curb
    the men are pissing in doorways
    and the rats run in herds
    i've got a dream of your face
    that scares me awake
    i put too much on my table
    and now i got too much a stake

    and i might let you off easy
    yeah i might lead you on
    i might wait for you to look for me
    and then i might be gone
    where i come from and where i'm going
    and i'm lost in between
    i might go up to that phone booth
    and leave a veiled invitation on you machine

    and you'll stop me, won't you
    if you've heard this one before
    the one where i surprise you
    by showing up at your front door
    saying 'let's not ask what's next,
    or how, or why'
    i am leaving in the morning
    so let's not be shy

    the door opens, the room winces
    the housekeeper comes in without a warning
    and i squint at the muscular motel lady
    says 'hey good morning'
    and she jumps, her keys jingle
    and she leaves as quick as she came in
    and i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin
    well, the sheets are twisted and tangled
    and the heat is so great
    and i swear i can feel the mattress
    sinking underneath your weight
    oh sleep is like a fever
    and i'm glad when it ends
    and the road flows like a river
    and pulls me around every bend

    and you'll stop me, won't you...

    the heat is so great
    it plays tricks with the eye
    it turns road to water
    and water to sky
    and there's a crack in the concrete floor
    and it starts at the sink
    there's a bathroom in a gas station
    and i've locked myself
    in it to think

    and you'll stop me, won't you...

  18. Brite

    Brite TRIBE Member

    YaY Canada

    I've always been blown away by this one, and the strength in her words

    to the teeth

    the sun is setting on the century
    and we are armed to the teeth
    we're all working together now
    to make our lives mercifully brief
    and school kids keep trying to teach us
    what guns are all about
    confused liberty with weaponry
    and watch your kids act it out
    and every year now like christmas
    some boy gets the milk fed suburban blues
    reaches for the available arsenal
    and saunters off to make the news
    and the women in the middle
    are learning what poor women have always known
    that the edge is closer than you think
    when the men bring the guns home
    look at where the profits are
    that's how you'll find the source
    of the big lie that you and i both know so well
    by the time it takes this cultural
    death wish to run it's course
    they're gonna to make a pretty penny
    and then they're going to hell
    he said the chickens all come home to roost
    malcolm forecast the flood
    are we really going to sleep through another century
    while the rich profit off our blood
    yeah it may take some doing
    to see this undoing through
    but in my humble opinion
    here's what i suggest we do
    open fire on hollywood
    open fire on mtv
    open fire on nbc and cbs and abc
    open fire on the nra
    and all the lies they told us along the way
    open fire on each weapons manufacturer
    while he's giving head to some republican senator
    and if i hear one more time
    about a fools right to his tools of rage
    i'm gonna take all my friends
    and i'm going to move to canada
    and we're going to die of old age

  19. ~NoCo~

    ~NoCo~ TRIBE Member

    i wanna see ani!!
    i was supposed to go to that geulph show a few years back too (or maybe it was last year) but i got called into work at the last minute and couldn't get out of it....my roomate enjoyed my ticket tho....i hope she has some conadian dates soon....

  20. noahmintz

    noahmintz TRIBE Member


    Tomorrow, tomorrow
    It's only a day away

  21. Pyrovitae

    Pyrovitae TRIBE Member

    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 phoenix
    and you dare to rise up from the ash
    a thousand eyes will smolder with jealousy
    while you are just flying back...

    /\ /\ /\

    my favourite ani song. i love her lyrics, voice and talent so much...*she's* the reason i learned how to play guitar. (and subsequently forgot everything i knew.)

  22. Brite

    Brite TRIBE Member

    too bad her name is pronounced On-ee [Ani] eh?


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