Buffalo's favorite daughter

i got the new ani difranco album this weekend. i'm back on ani's side. i hated her cool jazz period and always will. and i still think that she should put out half the albums she does and concentrate on making each one more consistent. these complaints aside, she's grown compositionally and is one of the best lyricists i've ever heard. i wanted to share some of them:

from "studying stones":

there's never been an endeavor so strange
as trying to slow the blood in my veins
to keep my face blank
as a stone that just sank
until not a ripple remains
i am high above the tree line
sitting cross legged on the ground
when all of the forbidden fruit has fallen and rotted
that's when i'm gonna come down

no one has ever articulated this post-breakup thought so eloquently--you've been burned and you're going to take it easy for a while. the last thing you want is a fiery new relationship. you don't want to be tempted by the forbidden fruit of desire, or sex.

and, from "manhole" (no, it's not a song about a gay bar):

when i realize it doesn't bother me
and heartache not so dire
cuz i looked up to see integrity
finally won over desire

do women think with their clits, much as men think with their dicks? ani seems to think so. but like all of us, ani has grown up.

i never want to type the word clit before 10am, ever, ever again. forgive me.