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Trapped in your mind, the swirling thoughts of dreams and woes surround your every aspiration and whim.
It consumes your attention, and plagues your thoughts, leaving you stranded... alone.
Only the subtle glow from the radio and it's lucid tones, hold you on the edge of reality.
It is here we laugh and cry, relate and hate all at the drop of a solitary note.
Someone seems to relate to us and hears our pleas.

Save us all...
We are trapped with music in our minds.




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Trapped with Music in my Mind...


Sunday, September 26, 2004

Week: Sunday, September 19th, 2004 - Saturday, September 25th, 2004

Untouchable Face
by Ani DiFranco

Think I'm going for a walk now
I feel a little unsteady
I don't want no one to follow me
except 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
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am I
that I should be vying for your touch
who am I
bet you can't even tell me that much

2:30 in the morning
my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
safe haven of the sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down top 20 country songs

Out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
you know I really don't look forward
to seeing you again

You 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 when 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 the fan that's 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...


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