I was listening to an old Indigo Girl's album that I practically wore out in the nineties. And when I heard this song again I heard it in a ......
wait for it...................
NEW LIGHT.
I had guards like watchdogs, dogs in a manger
I could feel the protection, possession and anger
And I drove out of there with no one behind me feeling funny and free
All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors, aren't you precious inside?
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers and I got nothing to hide
I laughed as I said it this is my situation
It's not pictures or privilege it’s just self preservation
I don't want you to feel any obligation; would it be so funny to be free?
All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors, aren't you precious inside?
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers and I got nothing to hide
We act empty and innocent but we are fueled by distortions
(I remember you when we were shiny and new)
of lives led in discontent trading misfortunes
(now you guard your faith) cause faith is one thing that is hard to deliver
(temper your speed) it feels funny being free
All you pretty pretenders, negligent vendors, aren't you precious inside?
I have no need for anger with intimate strangers
I got nothing to hide
I had guards like watchdogs dogs in a manger (I remember you)