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from Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004)
It was a modern love affair
Completely cool and casual They hardly knew each other was there I mean Both of them had their own getting off to do And they had to dream about their own self When they were through But the modern girl was elated With what the revolution gave her And since she was liberated she could have Everything that striked her fancy And she fancied quite a bit I mean if it felt good she did it And she did it every chance she could get With her main modern man and otherwise And her taste wasn't limited to just modern guys Since another modern girl showed her That modern girls know how to hold her And after she had her eyes opened All her old close friends started getting closer And new friends weren't that far away But the modern man he just wasn't so lucky He being shook from his usual role as the heartbreaker He was completely battered and bewildered When he actually started in feeling something for her And he discovered a new emotion When they stopped ending up together as frequently And when he finally confronted her with the question "had she been bedding down with others in the periphery without him?" And she replied "Hell yes! ain't it funny!" So view the modern man looking, looking, looking,like a soft Picasso He's there with his head in his hand Repeating to himself an epigram "live by the scam, die by the scam." ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT Lyrics © BUG MUSIC |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004)
Well future stepped into my field and turned it into an empire
Forefathers where are you now? Your dust is settling on my furniture Oh independence day, I never knew it would be so symbolic. Oh independence day. Well I stepped out of a cloud and the ditch it is close I mean the ditch it is closing in. Hemingway did yourself justice So here's to you you articulate dead fisherman Independence day, I never knew it would be so symbolic. Independence day. Independence day, I never knew it would be so symbolic. Independence day. What if I said I loved you And I needed your guidance to help me through the obstacles? Would you say I am too wordy and then, then would you laugh? What if I said I'm under glass untouchable as the document itself? Would you say ok, And that you never even considered me? Oh independence day, yes Independence, Independence day, independence, Independence day, day, Independence day, I never knew it would be so symbolic. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004)
I was shivering, I'll admit it
I had nothing better to do except to wheeze my lazy wheeze "Bernadette, where are you" "Bernadette, where are you" she gets much acclamation for such a self ordained Faustian Bernadette doesn't like doubters she wants to fight in the Coliseum what can you tell me of Therese and Isabelle was it just fate that brought them together or did they will their unusual union in cahoot of love or all of the above in cahoot of love or all of the above in cahoot of love or all of the above I was sputtering but I got over it after hours of tireless rewiev under the gracious and analytical hands "Bernadette I honor you" "Bernadette I honor you" "Bernadette I owe you some" |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004)
Miss Mary took a shower and she showed herself to me
She said that God and all his glory was revealed to her carnally She said she'd been with no man, but she must have been with me And when I felt her with my finger, the proof burned my belief So how much can I stand, I'm just a mortal man I wring my praying hands, she stands there before me C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da And a Doris Day, que sera sera C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da And a Doris Day, que sera sera ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Forget everything I ever told you
I'm sure I lied way more than twice But understand I am not Emily post You know I'm nowhere near that precise And I struggle with these etiquette's Like you wouldn't believe I'm puzzled by the policies 'cause after everything else you draw out of me You still expect cute curtsies But I'm through, through, through Carrying you on my shoulders And I'm through, through, through Hiding And I'm through, through, through Living my life for you Yes I hope for both our sakes I'm through, through, through I hope you are happy With your hold on me It sure stuck me awful strong And don't you dare call this disloyalty There's no way you could be more wrong I'm just dragging my devotion In a last ditch retreat Seeking some safety I'm tired of bleeding For no good reason Is that so hard to see? And I'm through, through, through Carrying you on my shoulders And I'm through, through, through Hiding And I'm through, through, through Living my life for you Yes I hope for both our sakes I'm through, through, through ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Well, I guess I'm through stewing
How 'bout lets roll the rock away? My bedclothes have gone all funky I've got to get out of this cave Stay inside! Well the times they are a changin' Look at all the idlers Soon there will be no one to shear the sheep And I am cold natured Stay inside! Suddenly everything's different and Everyone's on edge I just wanted to bring folks together But it seems that I am the biggest wedge Stay inside! ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Well the first time I ever laid eyes on you
Was my first year at marching band camp You never played the part as it was written You would always vamp You was always cracking me up Messing with the band director Mocking the tuba parts In your upper register If I knew then what I know now You shouldn't've even been talking to me Just a lowly freshman And you the undisputed queen of the senior class Without question Yet at the band hangout ruth's restaurant We sat together in a corner booth We got our burgers for free Because you was kin to ruth If I knew then what I know now You always had a little something Hidden in your instrument case We would be practically making out On the bus home from the way games Once you soaked a tampon in some serious vodka Wore it to school Second period science lab You fell right off your stool If I knew then what I know now I didn't go to your graduation I just couldn't find the strength And I had to throw my yearbook in the dumpster Because it was haunting me The very next time I ever laid eyes on you It was practically christmas You already looked like a whole different person Just like much older sister If I knew then what I know now I still never, never, never would've Seen that coming |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Girls say "why do you want to do that?"
And boys say, "well I gotta leave". And girls say "watch out for your head" And boys say, "why you wanna be a bitch?" Girls say "can I get you anything?" And boys say "who you trying to kid?" And girls say "ooo I've got a headache". Boys say, "why you wanna be a bitch?" Physiology is no mystery A jigsaw puzzle is only a trial and error game Yes and girls say "you look great today". And boys say "hey, show me all your boobs". Girls say, "I could use a back rub". And boys say "why you wanna be a bitch?" Girls say "hey, careful with that". And boys say, "hey look what I can do!" Girls say, "please don't yell at me." And boys say "why you wanna be a bitch?" ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT Lyrics © BUG MUSIC |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
If you want to see two circling swans
On the surface of the sewer pond Don't crane your neck where you are You've got to climb to the second floor And I wouldn't've even mentioned it If you didn't seem so tuned into it You've got to climb the second floor Short chore great reward I'm in the east but I'm looking west When I'm facing north The big huge valley's to my left Horizon holds three great slag heaps Piercing the sky like the Pyramids at Giza I wouldn't make so much of it If I didn't know you truly loved it You've got to climb the second floor Short chore great reward |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Emotion drains
Like the contents of a cooler My thorax is Styrofoam I'm a cheap spent shell And a bio hazard Grind me up then mail me away Maybe transmogrified I'll be satisfied That finally at long last I'm harmless It is simply so It's my chemical makeup I slough it off every 28 days So raise your hand And ask yourself a question But make it the powerful one And if you answer by rote And pap comes from your throat Just tidy up and think of me in pieces Yeah, the lousy poet in me can't lie no more And the warrior in me Has gone and died before And that hard, handsome Olympian Was forced to retire So dig out the films And all those yellowed clippings Do them up then stash them for good Then raise your hand And ask yourself a question But make it the powerful one ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Zippy morocco with a hat on his head
Set sail for the seven seas When his mother took to dead Barely out of teenagedom When his mental map was unfurled The next thing that he knew He found himself halfway around the world With nobody to send exotic postcards to With nobody to send exotic postcards to Zippy morocco as the admiral of fleet Might've been wet behind the ears But he certainly was fast on his feet Put down a mutiny at the edge of the earth He knew the value of the swirling sun He never overestimated his own worth It was the grief that whetted his appetite It was the grief that whetted his appetite And the waves they do not tell you welcome And the sand on the shore Does not spell out a hello Salutations they are below the surface Listen to zippy morocco, he says, "that is what I know" Zippy morocco as the perfect pragmatist Had a hold on the astronomical odds And he knew what to risk Staked a million on an easterly wind Collected the holy city Now the horse traders come to him With their beads and cheese and horses With their beads and cheese and horses |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
I'm here because I'm a eunuch
I am no threat I'm here to watch the ladies And to fan away their sweat And the sultan, so mighty Comes crawling to me When he has a little problem With the ladies I'm here because I am a eunuch I'm perfectly safe I'm here to bring the ladies Hot towels when they bathe And the sultan, so mighty Wants to talk to me When he needs a little help With the ladies And what he don't know Won't hurt him What we know Would never hurt him But he would hurt us If he knew what we know I'm here because I am a eunuch A trusted confidant I'm here to serve the ladies They tell me what they want And the sultan, so mighty Has to go through me When he's having trouble pleasing Certain ladies And what he don't know Won't hurt him What we know Would never hurt him But he would hurt us If he knew what we know ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Like at the wren's nest
Like at rock eagle Ironies swirl and hearts are twisted taut Around their pivot points The stag scrapes his felt on a scrubby dogwood tree Like at the warm springs Like at key club Residuals are what get to one Reach toxic levels with time Even the pretty fawn is full of wolf worms in the summer Oh, so horribly intensely I prayed Let me evaporate But the dying autumn leaves are beautiful, too Like on the flint river Like at the mica mines Conversations escalated Voices trembled and cracked The barn owl's white belly is like a flash bulb Instantly illuminated by a moonbeam As he swoops silently before us Toward a fateful meeting in the forest Oh, so horribly intensely I prayed Let me evaporate ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Fa-la-la is running around
All over the grounds of the hospital I was watching for her Like some people watch birds From the window of my hospital room I was trapped and tired She was as free as I'd ever found The embodiment of life force In a hospital gown Yeah, I could feel my body healing I would crank up the head Of my hospital bed All the way up When they would wake me at dawn Then I'd gaze out at the lawn Waiting on my sad soul medicine I was trapped and tired She was as free as I'd ever found The embodiment of life force In a hospital gown Yeah, I could feel my body healing And a nurse would come and see me Everyday And my folks are on their way To see me home But I don't want to go No I don't want to go Fa-la-la is running around All over the grounds of the hospital As they are loading me up Into the cab of my daddy's truck For our long ride home Only a fool wouldn't be happy To leave this cold institution For a warm and loving home But I feel like I'm drying up Deep down in my bones Yes, I don't want to go No I don't want to go ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Silver Lake (2003)
Do you think it makes a difference?
I say yes Taking my time Working on lines Fingers in clay Everyday Head in the clouds Moving my mouth Spreading the grout That's holding it down Do you think it makes a difference? I say yes in my life yes Cuddling up Declarations of love Squeeze and a hug A kiss and a rub Faces opposed Eyelids closed Nuzzling nose Like eskimos Don't'cha' feel silly? I say no with my love no I never ever thought I'd ever have a life like this I never dreamed I'd be alive I never considered Such as these surroundings Effectually pulling it off Watching the cops go by Seeing a falcon fly Reading a history book Wetting a tiny hook Driving fast all night Bursting into song at first light Sharing breakfast from one plate Holding hands over loved ones graves Do you think you deserve it I say yes in my way yes ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
"Michelle loves Willie"
"Our little Sarah" "Daughters of the American Revolution" "Stryper loves Jesus" and I love a girl Against my better judgment 'Cause I feel like a squirrel My roommates got married and I booted up And a friend of ours told me that I was disgusting My roommates got married and I booted up And a friend of ours told me that I was disgusting Valhalla is pinned to the edge of South Carolina We interstate traveled just to free a man from China Hotel full of Pakistanis And a front porch filled with greasy greasy grannies When the bug hits that's the time to scratch it When the bug hits that's the time to scratch When the bug hits that's the time to scratch it When the bug hits that's the time to scratch Valhalla is pinned to the edge of South Carolina We interstate traveled just to free a man from China Hotel full of Pakistanis And a front porch filled with greasy greasy grannies When the bug hits that's the time to scratch it When the bug hits that's the time to scratch When the bug hits that's the time to scratch it When the bug hits that's the time to scratch ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
What are you doing withering away
Yes I've heard you've lost the will to play Whatever happened to those fluid movements You were so proud of in the intimate moments What about the girl you left at the altar Now now now she is planning your funeral Didn't you learn anything at the protest rally When you and yours were flooding the capital What about your days of glory When your life was anything but boring Now you're making these morbid phone calls And your friends they gather to cuss and console What were you doing in that awful decade After the news broke and those murderous policies were made What were you doing running around When I was here for you well away from that crowd |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Pleasure is melting like chocolate
My blue ribbon gumption is gone All my gravy must have soaked into something And the world The filthy steps, the cold concrete The phony earth below my feet The ancient odor of the street Yes the world, world, world it is a sponge Yes the world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge And when the crisis passes When the coast is clear I'll be buffed down to a liquid And the world, world, world it is a sponge Yes the world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge Yes the world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge Throughout this entire ugly outing I've been mumbling the convex of what I should be shouting But I'll soon be silent you'll soon hear nothing 'cause the world, world it is a sponge The world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge The world, world, world, world, world it is a sponge ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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Where were you two years ago when I was locked out there at the barn
When some certain Athens sacred monster was doing me in the charm We could've been chatting heart to heart on that front porch with a view Where were you girl when I needed you Where were you two weeks ago, a week again after your promise I was in your place of employment crying in my humus Somebody in there said "boy you're looking bad" And I said "you know that is nothing new" Where were you girl when I needed you Were you in that second story well lighted place Up against it's occupant artist in his personal space I know that has been known to happen but I though all of that was through Where were you girl when I needed you Where were you last Monday when I was overwrought I was watching the bright bug lamp flicker You were doing up the dim dim 40-watt I was alone with Pepe Lopez I just couldn't do the schmooze Where were you girl when I needed you Where are you this Sunday morning I'm in shaky health I am in the back yard leaking on the spot where you proclaimed yourself You are hungry wanting breakfast and my heart is in a stew Where were you girl when I needed you |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Imports and altercations
My faculties on a shoe-string vacation I settled down on a hurt as big as Robert Mitchum And listen to Lucinda Williams Oh, convenient lies, rubber knives I'm a dastardly villain, doing belly dives I before E except after me I'm dowsing my vitals at break-neck speed You and your little entourage Playing amazing little parlor games in the garage Like a jury of my peers triangulating My pretty point of exasperation Yes we gather for some of that Catholic juice And hide behind the shower curtain, I watch the virgin spruce I'm soaking wet and feeling funny The mirror's a mirage, no wonder I always look so crummy My heroes are all off in the great beyond England is old but Atlantis is gone Feathers are floating down, and I can't dodge them The tar is oozing from my little noggin It's ugly ancient residue There ain't no mistaking what's been abused Feathers are floating down and I can't dodge them The tar is oozing from my little noggin It's ugly ancient residue There ain't no mistaking who's been accused |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Florida, Florida, the redneck riviera
Florida, Florida, there's no more pathetic place in America Yes a man must make unpopular decisions, surely from time to time And a man can only stand what a man can stand It's a wobbly volatile line Florida, Florida, the water table is fucked Florida, Florida, there's no more perfect place to give it all up A man must take his life in his own hands Hit those nails on the head And I respect a man who goes to where he wants to be Even if he wants to be dead Florida, Florida, its a tropical paradise Florida, Florida, there's no more perfect place to retire from life ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By V. CHESTNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
I am sick of you
Expecting me to do All those puny ingratiations You know I am a terrible patient I am barely alive Ever since my daddy died And I've been searching for my own little babies To misbehave and betray me I tie one onto all the others And say a soggy toast to all my drunken brothers They've got organizations of a people Like me with stupid preoccupations Stupid preoccupations Stupid preoccupations We know y'all are all innocent I'm just bitching at your expense And the price for cockiness is worth swiping Yes, it's primal griping Yes, I am nearly reformed So don't say that you weren't warned 'Cause when I break into that smile that is aching It may be too ugly to look on Hallelujah for the ghosties And all those scary monsters under the boiling seas They've got organizations of a people Like me with stupid preoccupation Stupid preoccupations Stupid preoccupations |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler
High up to the darkest sky Some 4th of July spectacular I shook it with an urgency I'll never ever be able to repeat At times I might could be accused of being Painfully nostalgic But as of late I'm looking forward to the future Though I've never been much of a planner Throwing caution into the fan Catch as catch as those catchers can And so all you observers in your scrutiny Don't count my scars like tree rings My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties Are either smoked or honey cured By the panic pure |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Miss Mary took a shower and she showed herself to me
She said that God and all his glory was revealed to her carnally She said she'd been with no man, but she must have been with me And when I felt her with my finger, the proof burned my belief So how much can I stand, I'm just a mortal man I wring my praying hands, she stands there before me C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da And a Doris Day, que sera sera C'est la vie, whatever that means, la di da And a Doris Day, que sera sera ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Someday I'm gonna be rich
Someday I'm gonna be bona fide Someday I'm gonna be Just like Steve Willoughby But today I'm simply I'm simply terrified I'm terrified Someday I'm gonna be bright Someday I'm gonna be smarter smarter than smart Someday I'll know something Just like Larry King But today I simply I don't know where to start I don't know where to start Someday I'm gonna be hot Someday I'm gonna be bigger bigger than big Someday I'll be adored Just like Wally George But today I simply I ain't worth a fig I ain't worth a fig Someday I'm gonna be good Someday I'm gonna be virtuous Someday I'll be a paragon Like Louis Farrakahan But today I simply I'm a mess I'm in a mess Someday I'm gonna be cool Someday I'm gonna kick major major butt Someday I will transcend Just like Jane's Addiction But today I simply I am in a rut I'm in a rut Someday I'll get a career Someday I'm gonna stop wasting all my time Some day I'll gain a skill Just like Deborah Norville But today I simply I ain't worth a dime I ain't worth a dime ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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West of Rome, just east of the border
In a static-y Ramada inn Polishing his boots and pummeling his liver Steeped in the dark isolation Just what business does he have around here Credentials are wearing out with each little bit of cheer Yes it's a bad scene we're convening Brushing his teeth and milking his ulcer Preparing to waste another wily morning Stroking himself and them phoning up his sister He tells her their life would make one whale of a movie Yes a childhood full of dry goods and wet neglect The father they now sponge off they have no absorbing respect Yes he's a glad boy to have such a void Yes he's a martyr crawling across cobble stones From his cozy cottages just west of Rome Yes its a sad state for great suffering |
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Well the big huge valley is a ribbon of light
The aqueducts are snakes tonight The stars are homesteaders, staking claims My head is hopping with historical names Transfer trucks are buffalo's Chewing up this desert road Yes and I am nothing especially Just an uptight man on a useless journey And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt Those virile dinosaurs continue to squirt And the mountains lay like croaker sacks The global forces sculpt with tectonic panache And the crop duster flies through those blackish skies She ain't on the clock She's banking in and pulling out Her propeller eyes on the wind sock Well the big huge valley is on a respirator Life juices pumped from up in the sierras The almond trees battle their own disease The hay is jaundiced and the raisins wheeze Cattle march under the knife I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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Well the big huge valley is a ribbon of light
The aqueducts are snakes tonight The stars are homesteaders, staking claims My head is hopping with historical names Transfer trucks are buffalo's Chewing up this desert road Yes and I am nothing especially Just an uptight man on a useless journey And the oil is pumping up out of the dirt Those virile dinosaurs continue to squirt And the mountains lay like croaker sacks The global forces sculpt with tectonic panache And the crop duster flies through those blackish skies She ain't on the clock She's banking in and pulling out Her propeller eyes on the wind sock Well the big huge valley is on a respirator Life juices pumped from up in the sierras The almond trees battle their own disease The hay is jaundiced and the raisins wheeze Cattle march under the knife I do believe the big doctor is sweating up a storm tonight |
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The great grandfather, with his pious beard
Bathed in the river, all his years Many books, that lined his walls Jews and gentiles, held him in awe Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated He had four sons, all healthy and proper One was converted, became a christian doctor His daughter filled with typhus and succumbed He grew quiet his wife fell dumb Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated His granddaughter recalled, the day he died She was six years old, frosted with fright She clutched the toe, the stiff cold toe And renounced the wrongs only she could know Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated Nathan stepped through the broken window And looked to the river where his mother once floated |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Holes in his sweater, fluid in his lungs
The experts say there's things He should've done better But instead he is just dying young And tired of disbelieving, sick of struggling The experts busy Their gloved hands are relieving The symptoms of dying young Yeah, he wished he was a lawyer Maybe like Perry Mason He would sue them 'til they are scrawny Instead of lying there dying young Sometimes when he's angry He has a sharp tongue The experts, they just fill him full of ice cream They know that he is dying young Yeah, he wishes he was an actor Maybe like Rock Hudson Instead of just another layman Lying there dying young Yes, he dreamed about an angel And he thought about a gun The experts, they file in by the roomful Watching him dying young Yeah, the experts, they file in by the roomful Watching him dying young |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
Well, when I woke up this morning
The sky was so bright It?d been a raining for days Now it seemed like everything was a gonna be alright But still those November winds keep a blowing And I?m forgetting just where to begin And then I?m lost in confusion again Yes, I?m lost in confusion again Well, the broom straw is a dying Various shades of brown And over the hill I can see the skyline Of the most famous Georgia college town Still those November winds keep a blowing And I?m forgetting just where to begin Then I?m lost in confusion again Yes, I?m lost in confusion again Just when I think I?ve tied up all my little ravels I come across a new row of tatters It seems I?m getting sick of a taking care of Life and other matters Well, there?s a few hundred blackbirds That?s a covering my yard They're a falling from the trees like pecans Except they ain?t hitting the ground quite as hard Still those November winds keep on a blowing And I?m forgetting just where to begin And I?m lost in confusion again Yes, I?m lost in confusion again |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Ghetto Bells (2005)
Like a puppy on a trampoline
What do you mean? Like a puppy on a trampoline What do you mean? Like a puppy on a trampoline What do you mean? Bewildered We heard you laughing What do you mean? We heard you laughing What do you mean? We heard you laughing What do you mean? Felicity It is a vibration It moves in a wave You are a surfer on that clarion tone I hope so We know so I hope so We know so I hope so We know so I hope so Like a salmon headed up a stream What do you mean? Like a salmon headed up a stream What do you mean? Like a salmon headed up a stream What do you mean? Ambivalent We heard you whistling What do you mean? We heard you whistling What do you mean? We heard you whistling What do you mean? Contentment ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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