both_hands silentbob Ani Difranco i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through... the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor she's listening through the air shaft to see how long our swan song can last and both hands now use both hands oh, no don't close your eyes i am writing graffiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall and eventually the landlord will come and paint over it all and i am walking out in the rain and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again and i am getting nowhere with you and i can't let it go and i can't get through so now use both hands please use both hands oh, no don't close your eyes i am writing graffiti on your body i am drawing the story of how hard we tried hard we tried how hard we tried 000710 ... Marjorie 10 and 2. 10 and 2. Both hands on the wheel For the best control you can get. But what if Mr. Silly does not have both hands on the wheel? Will it matter if you do? Maybe. We would like to think so anyway. 000711 ... grendel a flashlight and a funnel and they still can't find it 000711 ... silentbob i am walking out in the rain, and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again. and i am getting nowhere with you, and i can't let it go, and i can't get through... the old woman behind the pink curtains and the closed door on the first floor, she's listening through the air shaft to see how long our swan song can last. and both hands, now use both hands. oh, no don't close your eyes. i am writing graffiti on your body. i am drawing the story of how hard we tried. i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all. and your bones have been my bedframe, and your flesh has been my pillow. i am waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands. in each other's shadows we grew less and less tall and eventually our theories couldn't explain it all. and i'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and eventually the landlord will come and paint over it all. and i am walking out in the rain, and i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again. and i am getting nowhere with you, and i can't let it go, and i can't get though. so now use both hands. please use both hands. oh, no don't close your eyes. i am writing graffiti on your body. i am drawing the story of how hard we tried. hard we tried, how hard we tried. --Ani Difranco 000828 ... silentbob Now i feel like a fucking dumb ass for writing the same thing twice without even realizing it *Blows own head off with double barraled shot gun 000828 ... girl_jane Bobby, if it wasn't already here, I'd post the same thing. I love you, Bobby. I love this song. And I love you even more because it was you who introduced me to Ani. -Don't think this makes the fact that you saw her without telling me any more barable. 020304 ... silentbob just slipped my mind 020304 ... squint likes ani d. i am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bedframe and your flesh has been my pillow. I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the deep with both hands... ... (and i am listening to the low maon of the dialtone again) 020512 ... squint likes ani d. oops. it was already in existence... 020512 ... Kate I love this song. Living in Clip was a great album. Whenever I feel sad about relationships ending, I listen to it and realize that trying counts for something. 020512 ... angie i love that song silentbob. its brilliant. ani truly is a goddess. 020512 what's it to you? who go blather from