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rockabyetending the garden of noise where i grow the traffic and the church bells and the neighborhood boys singing to myself when the solitude sets in in tune with the symphony of south brooklyn i sing rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye the baby that is me rockabye, rockabye baby rockabye till i'm fast asleep the tunnel is train torn the tracks are worn and sore i can feel the rattle riding up through the floor she jumped the turnstyle he paid for his ride i am the echo in the station where their footfalls collide i left her at the epicenter we were trembling dutifully then i left him too i left parts of me singing rockabye... i said, today i am leaving in every sense of the word but i'm in love with your memory already everything i've seen and heard and i will go singing as the solitude sets in in time with the rhythm of every where i have been it sounds like rockabye... © 1991 ani difranco / righteous babe music |
