• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• The Slant - Ani Difranco
• The Silent - Jag Panzer
• The Slant - Augie March

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 intricte patterns of questions
rhythms that never come clean

(Broderick / Conklin)
I feel for you, to stalk the night in which you live
I feel your pain an emptiness I've known for ages
Centuries rolling on and on, carry me, to lovers unaware
Centuries rolling on and on, carry me, to different feeding grounds
Show me your world, show me the horror of it all
Teach me to feed upon the weak, crawling in filth
Bathe me in blood cover me with ancient earth
I beg to be reborn another child of the chosen
I stalk the night the silent voices of the ages

Pity the boy in front of me
He was only 16,
Lifted up my axe then down,
Split his head like a cord of wood.
Not for me the huon pine,
Not for me the ankle iron,
A'resting in the rope'll do me fine.
So they sent me down to Bellerive,
Strung me up to my relief,
I was just a petty thief
Of no account, no import.
Send my love to my sister
In the Female Factory,
Remind her of the day when we drank wine.
May a slant of winter light
Break upon my stone before the night
Ushers in the chill,
I have no sight, I have no sight.
But did they pave the streets of Hobart town?
Lop the old wood forests down?
For the press of King and Crown,
For honey? Milk and honey?