The Slant Lyrics - Ani Difranco - Ani Difranco

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 folds 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 

And strengths that you still haven't seen