"Fuel" as written by Tommy Stewart, Pete Murray, Neil Matthew Godfrey and John L. Fahnestock....
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetery 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 Dumb 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 TV's
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 an 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
'cause we know the difference
Between the font of twenty percent more
And the font of teriyaki

You tell me
How does that make you feel?
You tell me what's real

They say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
Even when they're 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
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 system and the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main
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 that's just waiting for fuel

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"Fuel" as written by Ani Difranco


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    General Commenti love this song. it's my fav ani song at the moment. i have to agree..the part where she gets frustrated and laughs at herself about hearing a song everywhere she goes is cute. there's nothing she can do but laugh about it and she cute for the thought and expressing it this way musically, in my opinion anyway. also, though i'm not sure, i imagine teriyaki always having the same font on things...like always marketed the same way no matter where you go. same thing with 20% more...it's always big bold block letters, you know? it's pigeon holing something to be exactly the same every time you see it so that you recognize what it is. teriyaki always seems to be written in sort of an Asian script. i wouldn't be surprised if there were an official "teriyaki" font out there. illusions.? is what teriyaki looks like really what teriyaki is or do we just think so because it looks like it? how does it make you feel?

    is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?

    dig deeper, dig deeper this time!

    everything about this song speaks to me...i love what she says at the end: "there's a fire just waiting for fuel"
    starmileon May 15, 2007   Link
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    General CommentI like this song, but the part where she goes 'and i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i go' and grunts and laughs...I dunno, it really annoys me...:/
    Booyackaon May 18, 2006   Link
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    General Commentstarmile is probably right, but I always imagined it as being connected with the few lines before
    "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 teriyaki"
    I thought she was using the word "font" in the same way as someone would you "color," because the "nice," expensive lipsticks are always named things like "teriyaki" and who cares what the cheap one is called. I figured it was just a comment on our society's obsession with what's popular rather than what actually matters (rather than "spitting on the past")
    kiegaon June 13, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis is one of my favorite Ani Difranco songs. It is beautifully put together giving the words rythm and flow. The imagery takes you right to New York.
    notaprettygirlon June 16, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General Commentwhen you're ragging and need to release some pent up energy this song does the trick when sing it at the top of your lungs!
    shanks ani
    chickasawon April 03, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThat is my favorite part. You can picture the expression on her face.
    Oubleion July 11, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI agree. I rather like that part. Her voice sounds really cute, especially at that part, and the part about the TVs and the radios. Its a very good commentary.
    stagemanager86on August 21, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentCan anyone maybe explain what the "Font of Teriyaki" means? I love this song, but i never understood that line. Cheers
    angelonroute666on December 31, 2006   Link
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    General CommentCan anyone maybe explain what the "Font of Teriyaki" means? I love this song, but i never understood that line. Cheers
    angelonroute666on December 31, 2006   Link
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    General Commentthis song reminds me of Regina Spektor's, "consequence of sounds"
    really nice song
    one of those all about society songs
    CALLEY_roadtojoyon April 08, 2008   Link

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