"Slave Cemetary? What Slave Cemetary?" - GoFuckYourself.com

jawanda · 10-02-2004, 12:40 PM

God I love the news, so funny the way they do shit.

This was one of those headlines that they show at the bottom of CNN while the anchor is talking

"Slave Cemetary? What Slave Cemetary?"

Then a blip about people trying to get more historical attention to a slave cemetary in New York.

That must be the best job in the world, coming up with those one-liners. I want that job.

-Phil

CamChicks · 10-02-2004, 03:37 PM

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 upon
And we've moved on to the electric chair

And I wonder who's gonna be president
Tweedle dum or tweedle dumber?
And who's gonna have the big
Blockbuster box office
This summer
How 'bout we put up a wall
Between the houses and the highway
And then you can go your way
And I can go my way

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 week
For another hum drum hit song to appear

People used to make records
As in a record of event
The event of people
Playing music in a room
Now everything is cross-marketing
It's about sunglasses and shoes
Or guns or 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 we can choose between the colors
Of the lipstick on the whores
Cuz we know difference
Between the font of twenty percent more
And the font of teriyaki
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 in two thousand miles to buy beer
And I wonder is he different is he different
Has he changed
What he's about
Or is he just a liar
With nothing to lie about
I'm 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 system an the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Between the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels 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

-Ani DiFranco

jawanda · 10-02-2004, 03:38 PM

I love Ani. Awesome post!

-p

10-02-2004, 12:40 PM	#1
jawanda Confirmed User Join Date: Feb 2003 Posts: 6,040	"Slave Cemetary? What Slave Cemetary?" God I love the news, so funny the way they do shit. This was one of those headlines that they show at the bottom of CNN while the anchor is talking "Slave Cemetary? What Slave Cemetary?" Then a blip about people trying to get more historical attention to a slave cemetary in New York. That must be the best job in the world, coming up with those one-liners. I want that job. -Phil

10-02-2004, 03:37 PM	#2
CamChicks Confirmed User Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: godless northwest Posts: 1,552	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 upon And we've moved on to the electric chair And I wonder who's gonna be president Tweedle dum or tweedle dumber? And who's gonna have the big Blockbuster box office This summer How 'bout we put up a wall Between the houses and the highway And then you can go your way And I can go my way 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 week For another hum drum hit song to appear People used to make records As in a record of event The event of people Playing music in a room Now everything is cross-marketing It's about sunglasses and shoes Or guns or 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 we can choose between the colors Of the lipstick on the whores Cuz we know difference Between the font of twenty percent more And the font of teriyaki 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 in two thousand miles to buy beer And I wonder is he different is he different Has he changed What he's about Or is he just a liar With nothing to lie about I'm 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 system an the path train Beneath the cobblestones and the water main Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals Between the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels 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 -Ani DiFranco __________________ camchicks.com

10-02-2004, 03:38 PM	#3
jawanda Confirmed User Join Date: Feb 2003 Posts: 6,040	I love Ani. Awesome post! -p