所属专辑:Knuckle Down
歌手: Ani Difranco
时长: 05:58
Ani DiFranco - Parameters[00:00:00]
Thirty-three years go by[00:00:19]
And not once do you come home[00:00:20]
To find a man sitting in your bedroom[00:00:21]
That is[00:00:24]
A man you don't know[00:00:25]
Who came a long way to deliver one very specific message:[00:00:26]
Lock your back door, you idiot[00:00:31]
However invincible you imagine yourself to be[00:00:34]
You are wrong[00:00:36]
Thirty-three years go by[00:00:48]
And you loosen the momentum of teenage nightmares[00:00:49]
Your breasts hang like a woman's[00:00:53]
And you don't jump at shadows anymore[00:00:55]
Instead you may simply pause to admire[00:00:58]
Those that move with the grace of trees[00:01:00]
Dancing past streetlights[00:01:02]
And you walk through your house without turning on lamps[00:01:06]
Sure of the angle from door to table[00:01:09]
From table to staircase[00:01:11]
Sure of the number of steps[00:01:13]
Seven to the landing[00:01:15]
Two to turn right[00:01:16]
Then seven more[00:01:17]
Sure you will stroll serenely on the moving walkway of memory[00:01:19]
Across your bedroom[00:01:23]
And collapse with a sigh onto your bed[00:01:24]
Shoes falling[00:01:27]
Thunk thunk[00:01:28]
Onto the floor[00:01:29]
And there will be no strange man[00:01:30]
Suddenly all that time sitting there[00:01:32]
Sitting there on what must be the prize chair[00:01:35]
In your collection of uncomfortable chairs[00:01:38]
With a wild look in his eyes[00:01:40]
And hands that you cannot see[00:01:42]
Holding what?[00:01:43]
You do not know[00:01:44]
So sure are you of the endless drumming rhythm of your isolation[00:01:51]
That you are painfully slow to adjust[00:01:56]
If only because[00:02:00]
Yours is not that genre of story[00:02:01]
Still and again, life cannot muster the stuff of movies[00:02:05]
No bullets shattering glass[00:02:09]
Instead fear sits patiently[00:02:11]
Fear almost smiles when you finally see him[00:02:14]
Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years[00:02:16]
And now he has let himself in[00:02:19]
And he has brought you fistfuls of teenage nightmares[00:02:21]
Though you think you see, in your naivete[00:02:24]
That he is empty handed[00:02:26]
And this brings you great relief[00:02:27]
At the time[00:02:30]
New as you are, really, to the idea that[00:02:35]
Even after you've long since gotten used to the parameters[00:02:38]
They can all change[00:02:41]
While you're out one night having a drink with a friend[00:02:43]
Some big hand may be turning a big dial[00:02:45]
Switching channels on your dreams[00:02:48]
Until you find yourself lost in them[00:02:50]
And watching your daily life with the sound off[00:02:53]
And of course having cautiously turned down[00:02:58]
the flame under your eyes[00:03:01]
There are more shadows around everything[00:03:03]
Your vision a dim flashlight[00:03:05]
that you have to shake all the way to the outhouse[00:03:07]
Your solitude elevating itself like the spirit of the dead[00:03:10]
Presiding over your supposed repose[00:03:14]
Not really sleep at all[00:03:17]
Just a sleeping position and a series of suspicious sounds[00:03:19]
A clanking pipe[00:03:23]
A creaking branch[00:03:24]
The footfalls of a cat[00:03:25]
All of this and maybe[00:03:37]
The swish of the soft leather of your intruder's coat[00:03:39]
As you walk him step by step back to the door[00:03:43]
Having talked him down off the ledge of a very bad idea[00:03:46]
Soft leather, big feet, almond eyes[00:03:50]
The kinds of details the police officer would ask for later[00:03:53]
With his clipboard[00:03:56]
And his pistol[00:03:58]
In your hallway[00:03:59]
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