Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Slant/The Diner, artist - Ani DiFranco. Album song Living In Clip, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 21.04.1997
Record label: Righteous Babe, United For Opportunity
Song language: English
The Slant/The Diner |
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 |
and strengths that you still haven’t seen |
I’m calling from the diner |
the diner on the corner |
I ordered two coffees |
one is for you |
I was hoping you’d join me |
'cause I ain’t go no money |
and I really miss you |
I should mention that too |
yes I know what time it is in fact, I just checked |
I even know the date |
and the month |
and the year |
I know I haven’t been sleeping |
and when I do |
I just dream of you |
dear |
I miss watching you |
drool on your pillow |
I miss watching you |
pull on your clothes |
I miss listening |
to you in the bathroom |
flushing the toilet |
blowing your nose |
I’m calling from the diner |
the diner on the corner |
I ordered two coffees |
one is for you |
the cups are so close |
the steam is rising |
in one stream |
how are you |
I think you’re the least fucked up person I’ve ever met |
and that may be as close to the real thing |
as I’m ever gonna get |
but my quarter’s gonna run out now |
or so I’m told |
I guess I’d better go sit down |
and wait for you |
til my coffee gets cold |