Sitting in my glass house While your ghost is sleeping down the hall Watching little birds fly Kamikaze missions into the walls Think I'm gonna stay in
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan And they discovered a slave cemetery there May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon
is every magazine Read a story, then I forgot it right away And they say, "Goldfish have no memory" I guess their lives are much like mine And the little plastic castle
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Fluorescent light of the bathroom shows my hands as they are See and eyelash on my cheek pick it off and
their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up And their heroine breath And all the little fishes are flapping Wildly on their hooks While all the top critics find great meaning In the telephone book And the little
You always got those dark sunglasses Covering half your face But if you promise to take them off Promise I won't squander your gaze I will be picturesque
You crawled into my bed that night Like some sort of giant insect And I found myself spellbound at the sight of you Beautiful and grotesque and all the
We drove the car to the top of the parking ramp On the 4th of July We sat out on the hood with a couple of warm beers And watched the fireworks explode
You can't hide behind social graces So don't try, be all touchy, feely 'Cause you lie in my face of all places But I got no problem with that really
how it felt Two little girls growing out of their training bras This little girl breaks furniture, this little girl breaks laws Two girls together, just a little less alone This little
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
Oversættelse: Difranco, Ani. Little Plastic Castle.
You can't hide behind social graces So don't try to be all touchy feely Cuz you've lie in my face of all places But I got no problem with that really
Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish Flourescent light of the bathroom Shows my hands as they are See and eyelash on my cheek Pick it off
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan They discovered a slave cemetery there And may their souls rest easy now that lynching has been frowned
Sitting in my glass house while your ghost is sleeping down the hall. Watching the little birds fly kamikaze missions into the walls. Think I'm gonna
