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The Slant

Song info

"The Slant" (2006) on the albums Ani DiFranco(1989), Like I Said: Songs 1990-1991(1994).
It was written by ANI DIFRANCO.
Published by Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.

"The Slant" Videos

Ani DiFranco - The Slant
Ani DiFranco - The Slant
The Slant/The Diner (live)
The Slant/The Diner (live)
Ani DiFranco "The Slant" Poem
Ani DiFranco "The Slant" Poem
The Slant ANI DIFRANCO
The Slant ANI DIFRANCO
ANI ~Slant/Diner
ANI ~Slant/Diner
Ani DiFranco - The Slant (Like I Said 1994)
Ani DiFranco - The Slant (Like I Said 1994)
The Slant
The Slant
The Slant
The Slant
Ani DiFranco - The Diner (Live - 2000)
Ani DiFranco - The Diner (Live - 2000)
Ani DiFranco "Not So Soft" Poem
Ani DiFranco "Not So Soft" Poem
Ani DiFranco
Ani DiFranco
Ani DiFranco - The Slant Lyrics
Ani DiFranco - The Slant Lyrics
Ani DiFranco - The Story
Ani DiFranco - The Story
The Slant
The Slant
Ani DiFranco - Out of Habit
Ani DiFranco - Out of Habit
Ani DiFranco - Tinley Park 1997 (full concert)
Ani DiFranco - Tinley Park 1997 (full concert)
Ani DiFranco - The Diner
Ani DiFranco - The Diner
Ani DiFranco - Coming Up
Ani DiFranco - Coming Up
Mistress Reba Moronically Rambles The Slant by Ani Difranco
Mistress Reba Moronically Rambles The Slant by Ani Difranco
Ani DiFranco - The Story
Ani DiFranco - The Story

Lyrics

The slant, a building settling around me
My figure female framed crookedly
In the threshold of the room
Door scraping floorboards with every opening

Carving a rough history of bedroom scenes
The plot hard to follow
The text obscured in the fields of sheets
Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying there

Red and brown like leaves fallen
The colors of an eternal cycle
Fading with the wash cycle
And the rinse cycle

Again an unfamiliar smell
Like my name misspelled or misspoken
A cycle broken
The sound of them strong

Stalking, talking about their prey
Like the way hammer meets nail
Pounding, they say
Pounding out the rhythms of attraction

Like a woman was a drum like a body was a weapon
Like there was something more they wanted than the journey
Like it was owed to them
Steel toed they walk

And I'm wondering why this fear of men
Maybe it's because I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm dependent on them
To feed me

I am a work in progress
Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of questions
Rhythms that never come clean