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There are many sites where you will find all the lyrics included in Ani’s albums. Here you will find the lyrics of the songs not included in her studio records. I decided to start by putting together 3 of those songs. I’ll be updating this page soon.

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Do Re Me

Wishin’ and Hopin’

When Doves Cry (Prince)

My Name is Lisa Kalvelage by Pete Seeger

My name is Lisa Kalvelage, I was born in Nuremberg
and when the trials were held there 19 years ago
it seemed to me ridiculous to hold a nation all to blame
for the horrors that the world did undergo

A short while later when I applied to be a GI bride
an American counselor official questioned me
he refused my exit permit, said my answer did not show
that I learned my lesson about responsibility

Then suddenly I was forced to start thinking on this theme
and later when I was permitted to immigrate
I must have been asked a 100 times where I was, what I did 
in those years when Hitler ruled our state

I said I was a child, or at most a teenager
but that only continued the questioning
They'd ask where were my parents, my father, my mother
and to this I could not answer a thing

A seed planted there in Nurenberg '47
started to sprout and grow
gradually I understood what that verdict meant to me
when there are crimes that I can see and know

and now I also know what it is to be charged with mass guilt
once in a life time is enough for me
no I couldn't take it for a second time 
and that's why I'm here today

the events of may 25th, the day of our protest
put a small balance weight on the other side
and hopefully some day my contribution to peace
will help just a bit to turn the tide

perhaps I can tell it to my children 6
and later on, their own children
and at least in the future they need not be silent 
when they're asked, where was your mother when

My name is Lisa Kalvelage
(I wonder, where was my mother then)

do re mi by woodie guthrie

Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

CHORUS:
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.
You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:
If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

wishin' and hopin'

Ani covers dusty springfield on the soundtrack
my best friends wedding

wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
planning and dreamin' each night of his charms.
that won't get you into his arms!
so if your're looking for love you can share!
all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and love him,
and show him that you care.

show him that you care, just for him.
do the things that he likes to do.
wear your hair just for him, 'cause,
you won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin',
wishin' and a hopin'.
'cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
planning and dreamin' his kisses will start.
that won't get you into his heart!
so if you're thinking how great true love is!
all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him.
yeah, just do it!
and after you do, you will be his.
you gotta show him that you care just for him.
do the things that he likes to do.
wear your hair just for him, 'cause,
you won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin',
whishin' and a hopin'.
'cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
planning and dreamin' his kisses will start.
that won't get you into his heart!
so if you're thinking how great true love is!
all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him.
yeah, just do it!
and after you do, you will be his.
you will be his.
you will be his!

when doves cry by prince

dig if you will the picture
of you and i engaged in a kiss
the sweat of your body covers me
can you my darling
can you picture this?
dream if you can a courtyard
an ocean of violets in bloom
animals strike curious poses
they feel the heat
the heat between me and you
how can you just leave me standing?
alone in a world that's so cold? (so cold)
maybe i'm just too demanding
maybe i'm just like my father too bold
maybe you're just like my mother
she's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)
why do we scream at each other
this is what it sounds like
when doves cry
touch if you will my stomach

feel how it trembles inside
you've got the butterflies all tied up

don't make me chase you

even doves have pride

how can you just leave me standing?

alone in a world so cold? (world so cold)

maybe i'm just too demanding

maybe i'm just like my father too bold

maybe you're just like my mother

she's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)

why do we scream at each other

this is what it sounds like

when doves cry

how can you just leave me standing?

alone in a world that's so cold? (a world that's so cold)

maybe i'm just too demanding (maybe, maybe i'm like my father)

maybe i'm just like my father too bold (ya know he's too bold)
maybe you're just like my mother (maybe you're just like my mother)

she's never satisfied (she's never, never satisfied)

why do we scream at each other (why do we scream, why)

this is what it sounds like

When doves cry
when doves cry (doves cry, doves cry)

when doves cry (doves cry, doves cry)

Garden

some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar. and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets under a sign that says "grand opening" while my dog is waiting in the car.

i wake up, check out, yeah. i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean and then I'm back out on the highway. and bang, that's when i remember my dream.

we were standing in the garden and i had a machine that played silence. just sucked up the whole opinionated din. and there were no people on the payroll and there were no monkeys on our backs. and i said, "baby, show me what you look like without skin." science chases money, and money chases its tail, and the best minds of my generation can't make bail.

but the bacteria are coming to take us down, that's my prediction. it's the answer to this culture of the quick fix prescription. but in the garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were never anything but beautiful to me. and you know they never really owned you, you just carried them around. and then one day you put 'em down and found your hands were free.

so now it's early in the morning at the longitude of memphis and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong. and the big plan is to just keep spinning, 'cos the big bang is just beginning and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on. and what i meant to say is "mwah!", which means I'm thinking of you... which means I've been thinking of you all along.

Imagine That

imagine that i'm on stage under a watchtower of punishing light. and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight.

and somebody right now is yawning and watching me like a tv. and i've been frantically piling up sandbags against the flood waters of fatigue and insecurity. and that's when i hear my guitar singing and so i just start singing along. and somewhere in my chest all the noise just gets crushed by the song.

imagine that i'm at your mercy, imagine that you are at mine. just pretend that i've been standing here, watching you watching me all of this time. imagine that you are the weather in the tiny snow globe of this song. and i am a statue of liberty one inch long. so here i am at my most hungry, and here i am at my most full.

and here i am waving a red cape, locking eyes with a bull. imagine that i'm on stage under a watchtower of punishing light. and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight.

So what?

who's gonna give a shit? who's gonna take the call? when you find out that the road is painted on the wall. and you turn up to top volume and you're just sitting there in pause with your feral little secret scratching at you with its claws. and you're trying hard to figure out just exactly how you feel before you end up parked and sobbing forehead on the steering wheel.

and who are you now and who were you then that you thought somehow you could just pretend? that you could figure out the mathematics of regret. it takes two beers to remember you and five to forget that i loved you so. yeah, i loved you, so what? yeah, i loved you, so what? how many times undone can one person be as they're careening through the facade of their favorite fantasy? you just close your eyes slowly like you're waiting for a kiss and hope some lonely little power will pull you out of this. but none comes at first and little comes at all and when an inspiration finally hits you it barely even breaks your fall. and who are you then and who are you now that you can pretend that it'll all work out? subtract out the impact and a fall is all you get. here's two beers to remember why and five to forget that i loved you so. yeah, i loved you, so what. i loved you, so what?

Subdivision

White people are so scared of black people. they bulldoze out to the country, and put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets. and while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest, the berlin wall still runs down main street separating east side from west. and nothing is stirring, not even a mouse, in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses, so they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps just to prove they got no manners, no mercy, and no sense. and i wonder then what it will take for my city to rise. first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. the ghost of old buildings are haunting parking lots in the city of good neighbors that history forgot. i remember the first time i saw someone lying on the cold street, i thought, "i can't just walk past you, this can't just be true." but i learned by example to just keep moving my feet. it's amazing the things that we all learn to do. so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter, serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water and the old farmroad's a four-lane that leads to the mall and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall, and i wonder then what it will take for my country to rise. first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes. 'til nation's last taker succumbs to one last dumb decision and america the beautiful is just one big subdivision.

Reckoning

You can doubt anything if you think about it long enough. cause what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that. and it's hard to feel like you are free. all you seem to do is referee. i remember when it was just you and me steppin' up to bat. and win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us. we thought we left possession behind. the truth is i was yours and you weren't mine. i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was said. cause nothing is as it appears. and the fun house mirrors of your fears on a roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head. and win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills us. and you know i don't care how fast you run just tell me baby that when you're done with your little marathon that you still have cab fare home. cause the finish line is a shifty thing and what is life with reckoning? and baby you are still the song i sing to myself when i'm alone. and win or lose just that you chose this little war is what kills you. and either or it's that this war is, maybe also what thrills you.