Fuel


When I was in college I was exposed to Ani Defranco through one of my favorite friends. Over the years certain songs seem to stick with you, either from the lyrics, the beat or sometimes just the memory or feeling that comes up when you hear the song.
For me, Ani Defranco’s ‘Fuel’ lyrics just hit me in the coolest way. It’s truth, this world is sad in so many ways. Read these and see how they make you feel…

ANI DIFRANCO LYRICS
They were digging a new foudation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetary there
May their souls rest easy
Now that lynching is frowned upon
And we’ve moved on to the electric chair
And I wonder who’s gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?
And who’s gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?
How about we put up a wall between houses and the highway
And you can go your way, and I can go my may

Except all the radios agree with all the tvs
And all the magazines agree with all the radios
And I keep hearing that same damn song everywhere I go
Maybe I should put a bucket over my head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And stumble around for
Another dumb-numb waiting for another hit song to appear

People used to make records
As in a record of an event
The event of people playing music in a room
Now everything is cross-marketing
Its about sunglasses and shoes
Or guns and drugs
You choose
We got it rehashed
We got it half-assed
We’re digging up all the graves
And we’re spitting on the past
And you can choose between the colors
Of the lipstick on the whores
Cause we know the difference between
The font of 20% more
And the font of teriakiyi
You tell me
How does it… make you feel?

You tell me
What’s … real?
And they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
Even when they’re as dry as my lips for years
Even when they’re stranded on a small desert island
With no place within 2,000 miles to buy beer
And I wonder
Is he different?
Is he different?
Has he changed? what’s he about?..
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?

Am I headed for the same brick wall
Is there anything I can do about
Anything at all?
Except go back to that corner in Manhattan
And dig deeper, dig deeper this time
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history
Beneath unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery
Beneath the sewage systems and the PATH train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water mains
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
Beneath everything I can think of to think about
Beneath it all, beneath all get out
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel

There’s a fire just waiting for fuel
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel

Every time I hear this song I’m reminded of the ridiculous amounts of money spent on presidential elections, about the marketing companies that make sure I know what font teriyaki is written in. I think about Justin Bieber’s song that is played every 4th song on every popular radio station and what that type of “record” that has replaced.

I think of all the madness and for some reason it helps me put things in perspective. I like the humbling effect it has on me and the time of my life that it takes me back to. Just a carefree college girl singing a song about things that are bigger than me and always will be. But it’s nice to look at things every now again and acknowledge the role they play in your life. This song makes me realize how far I’ve come and how far I still have to go.
I love it, so of course, it had to be shared.
If you feel so inclined, here it is in musical form:

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