| Song | Deep Dish |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Little Plastic Castle |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| Cold and drizzly night in Chicago's deep dish | |
| Fluorescent light of the bathroom | |
| Shows my hands as they are | |
| See an eyelash on my cheek | |
| Pick it off and make a wish | |
| And walk back out into the bar | |
| Wind at the windows | |
| Neon lights, the pattered pane | |
| The waitress wields the weight | |
| Of her tray around her palm | |
| The doorman cups his hands | |
| And lights his cigarette again | |
| And the rain marches on | |
| (This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities. There are, obviously | |
| there are many possibilities, ranging from small to large, before long there | |
| will be short, before short there was nothing. When there was nothing there | |
| was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is) | |
| Don't even bother trying | |
| To say something clever | |
| Clever is as clever does | |
| No matter what it says | |
| I'm looking for a sign | |
| Says you're for real this time | |
| But I don't trust what's in your head | |
| I walk up to the bar | |
| And point to the top shelf | |
| And then I throw my head back | |
| And laugh at myself | |
| I raise a toast to all our saviors | |
| Each so badly behaved | |
| It's too bad that their world | |
| Is the one that they saved | |
| (Now you got to dance with me, now is when it's gotta be cuz I can't wait for | |
| the dance floor to fill in. If you want to dance with me, I'll show you how | |
| it's gonna be cuz I can't wait for the band to begin) | |
| There's a spider spinning cobwebs | |
| From your elbow to the table | |
| While my eyes ride the crowd | |
| In a secret rodeo | |
| I smile with my mouth | |
| Lift my watch up to the light | |
| Say, oh look I have to go |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| Cold and drizzly night in Chicago' s deep dish | |
| Fluorescent light of the bathroom | |
| Shows my hands as they are | |
| See an eyelash on my cheek | |
| Pick it off and make a wish | |
| And walk back out into the bar | |
| Wind at the windows | |
| Neon lights, the pattered pane | |
| The waitress wields the weight | |
| Of her tray around her palm | |
| The doorman cups his hands | |
| And lights his cigarette again | |
| And the rain marches on | |
| This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities. There are, obviously | |
| there are many possibilities, ranging from small to large, before long there | |
| will be short, before short there was nothing. When there was nothing there | |
| was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is | |
| Don' t even bother trying | |
| To say something clever | |
| Clever is as clever does | |
| No matter what it says | |
| I' m looking for a sign | |
| Says you' re for real this time | |
| But I don' t trust what' s in your head | |
| I walk up to the bar | |
| And point to the top shelf | |
| And then I throw my head back | |
| And laugh at myself | |
| I raise a toast to all our saviors | |
| Each so badly behaved | |
| It' s too bad that their world | |
| Is the one that they saved | |
| Now you got to dance with me, now is when it' s gotta be cuz I can' t wait for | |
| the dance floor to fill in. If you want to dance with me, I' ll show you how | |
| it' s gonna be cuz I can' t wait for the band to begin | |
| There' s a spider spinning cobwebs | |
| From your elbow to the table | |
| While my eyes ride the crowd | |
| In a secret rodeo | |
| I smile with my mouth | |
| Lift my watch up to the light | |
| Say, oh look I have to go |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| Cold and drizzly night in Chicago' s deep dish | |
| Fluorescent light of the bathroom | |
| Shows my hands as they are | |
| See an eyelash on my cheek | |
| Pick it off and make a wish | |
| And walk back out into the bar | |
| Wind at the windows | |
| Neon lights, the pattered pane | |
| The waitress wields the weight | |
| Of her tray around her palm | |
| The doorman cups his hands | |
| And lights his cigarette again | |
| And the rain marches on | |
| This is only a possibility in a world of possibilities. There are, obviously | |
| there are many possibilities, ranging from small to large, before long there | |
| will be short, before short there was nothing. When there was nothing there | |
| was always the possibility of something, becoming what it is | |
| Don' t even bother trying | |
| To say something clever | |
| Clever is as clever does | |
| No matter what it says | |
| I' m looking for a sign | |
| Says you' re for real this time | |
| But I don' t trust what' s in your head | |
| I walk up to the bar | |
| And point to the top shelf | |
| And then I throw my head back | |
| And laugh at myself | |
| I raise a toast to all our saviors | |
| Each so badly behaved | |
| It' s too bad that their world | |
| Is the one that they saved | |
| Now you got to dance with me, now is when it' s gotta be cuz I can' t wait for | |
| the dance floor to fill in. If you want to dance with me, I' ll show you how | |
| it' s gonna be cuz I can' t wait for the band to begin | |
| There' s a spider spinning cobwebs | |
| From your elbow to the table | |
| While my eyes ride the crowd | |
| In a secret rodeo | |
| I smile with my mouth | |
| Lift my watch up to the light | |
| Say, oh look I have to go |