Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants, chased from sleeping on the street, chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas, until finally we are so hungry, sleepless, smelly, constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live. – Jane Siberry
The Taxi Ride, from my second album, is one people want to hear a lot. Im consciously trying to walk on the sunny side of the street, to really lift myself into a place of greater positivity, and thats a sad song. – Jane Siberry
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