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They say that all roads lead to Rome
And, what's more, it is true
But it is clear most of them must
Lead crookedly thereto
They say that all roads

The Slant

Ani DiFranco

Render: Spanning Time With Ani DiFranco

2011

The slant
A building settling around me
My figure female framed crookedly
In the threshold
Of the room
Door scraping floorboards
With every

With the Climax Landers

Spittin' bars, playin' drums
You tampax chewing lucid bum
Frozen in a tie
Crookedly framed
Fountains spewing high
Sing in

She's been 
On that Santa Clara diet kick
Always burying the bodies in the back with the toothpicks

And she smiles through her teeth so crookedly
So

Fragments of a Broken Home

[Verse]
In the silence of the night, shadows dance along the wall
Pictures hanging crookedly, memories that still recall

crookedly, they should be booking me
They should be booking me, know that they won't, I am Theolonius Monk in a donk
Kicking that jazz, collecting my bag,

The slant
The slant
c building settling around me
My figure female framed crookedly
In the threshold
Of the room
Door scraping floorboards
With every

a luminescent maw
Reddish pink slivers of clotting gristle
Sliding down his throat cold and raw
Bony slender tactile members 
Crookedly curving and coldness

sheathing
On his crooked knife

‘Cause somewhere on his crooked path
He decided to crookedly stab
Anyone he could find
Who was full of light

‘Cause to those

of clotting gristle
Sliding down his throat cold and raw
Bony slender tactile members crookedly curving and coldness advancing
Into the fleshy thick hides

Crookedly she walks
Ankles bending with a breeze
Like a wounded fox
Bones brittle as a winter leaf
My body is weary
My mind is half gone
I wonder if

through the hall
Your eyes are drawn towards the wall
Faded prints hang crookedly
Childhood dreams clash with the colours
Of the curtains in the pantry
That

wanna make me hurt
Thinking of me crookedly is this what I deserve
And you think that I didn't know
In your head, you want me gone
You don't want me

tired smile
Peels crookedly off your face
Into the abyss of your leathery cleavage

Ah, the void of thoughtless grief
The burning house of your mind
Lists

For you I’ll undo I’m going down for you. Till when this mind and its home Do wed till they part Die on their own Will I pronounce crookedly You’re

"Lost"
Verse 1
Situations
Betrail
Our own thoughts winding out crookedly
Misfortune oppurtunities
Lost among our dimented bundle
Lies hiding in truth

I've wrote all the ways they could just break simulation
Them cookies is baking we waiting
Ain't no could be forsaken elations
They crookedly watch but

so thankful that my life unfolds crookedly
Because it's more exciting to live differently than society

And I'm so thankful I don't have everything

out
The devastation that has come about
Imagination finds itself a house
In a hollow crookedly she's busy writing me a parchment memory
Perched atop

the goo-o-o-o-ose
Who walks around all crookedly
Fell in love with the du-uck
Who looked back so tenderly

Then the little fish gets caught
By the cats descending paw

Multicolor man with a mirror balloon
Gazes inwardly reflections in blue
Something so sinister the sun sees it too
Crookedly smiling, this joke's

and dead animals
I can hear:
Echoes all around me
Spikes falling crookedly to the ground
Water flowing over the bumpy rocks
Invisible animals growling loudly

The perspiration in his mind comes out
The devastation that has come about
Imagination finds itself a house 

In a hollow crookedly she's busy writing me a parchment

lurch and flay and fall
Under acid rain or summer / fall
And they do the dance in day and night
Crookedly, they inspire fright

But what's beneath