Текст песни Ani Difranco - Old Old Song
Ani Difranco - Old Old Song слова песни
Ill sing you a song that starts out descriptiveAnd locates a time and a placeLike a dinner table where a whole familyIs just sitting down to say graceAn old old song that moves into actionTaking its sweet sweet timeAnd waits until we all say amenAgain and again in rhymeIts the story of a father and a motherWho battle each other over nothinWith a couple of kids trying to figureWhich way the plots spinningWhos winning and who is bluffingIts a story as common as a penny, sonIt aint really worth anything to anyonePoor little sore little songThat aches like a muscle each time that it movesSad little song that you playAnd you play and you playAnd you play til you loseWhile history is outside writing a recipe bookFor every earthly painThis song is inside finger painting dark swirlsAgain and again and they all look the sameCuz what if you come home from school one dayAnd you find your whole familys at warAnd theres this ominous silence just waiting to be brokenAnd theres secret places for hiding underneath the floorboardsAnd everyone seems to be bracingFor the subharmonic thunder of the next bombAnd everyone seems to be waiting for the cops to bust inWith their guns drawnAt the bleak light of dawnIts a story as common as a penny, sonI dont think its worth anything to anyone