Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004) by Vic Chesnutt (보컬) on maniadb.com

Once I dreamed I was dancing with Isadora Duncan
In a silver cafe,
It was a cafe that was not at all near here
She was planning to diversify
And she sang I should do the same
So I whistled to her how I loved her the best

But she sang "I can't believe you own this attitude",
But with some ballet moves,
I removed her shoes
And I painted my lips to hers
And still she sang "I can't believe you own this attitude"
She sang "I can't believe you own this, this attitude"

She needed her beauty sleep
Though I didn't want it to sound like that
Her mind was occupied,
Her hard coffee was cold by then as snow

And she sang "my smile is more than pearly white,
And my dreams are more than you",
She sang "my yellow eyes are more than mirrors,
And my scarf is more, more, more than blue."

And she sang "I can't believe you own this attitude"
Yes I sang "I can't believe you own this, this attitude"

She closed her New Directions paper book
And screamed "there is no shelter in the arts"
She'd been crying all day
But now her eyes they were brighter than the moon

And she sang "my smile is more than pearly white,
And my dreams are more than you",
She sang "my yellow eyes are more than mirrors,
And my scarf is more, more, more, more than blue."

And she sang "I can't believe you own this attitude"
"I can't believe it, I can't believe you own this attitude",
"I can't believe it, I can't believe you own this, this attitude".

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He wanted a tree fort more than anything
Yes, he wanted to build and defend one on his own
But the neighbor boys BB siege was overwhelming
So he won't be building his dream tree fort anymore

He received a five-speed Schwinn for Christmas
So he built a ramp out of the plywood and a stump
And at nights he dreamed Evil Knievel
And a canyon to jump in his backyard.

Danny Carlisle, he don't give a shit about the contras
Danny Carlisle, he's barely grown and he's used up most of his options
And still he would rather dream, dream, dream still he would rather dream than fuck

Once he used a pocket knife to kill a garden snake
Yes he chopped that evil serpent into four
And when he raised his eyes to heaven as a soldier
He wiped the blood of bad snake on his shirt

Yeah, Danny Carlisle he don't give a shit about the contras
Yeah Danny Carlisle he's barely grown and he's used up most of his options
And still he would rather dream dream dream than fuck
Still he would rather dream than fuck

Well the souvenirs
On my dusty shelf
Well I get out the Tarn-X,
And I polish them myself
Yes, posters are falling,
But who needs them at my age?
Well I've learned to smile,
When all I feel is rage

So I think I will go to Bakersfield
With Gabriel and Paul
And I will hide behind the garbage cans
While the holy platitudes fall
And blow the gates,
I am coming through
With my albatrosses and all

And it's strategy not protocol
Yes, it's strategy, not protocol,
That brings me here.

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while I was still in elementary school
I discovered Daddy's tools
and amassed a small pile, of scrap lumber
and I built a rabbit box
and i set it facing north
but i caught a possum and a kitten
both of which were a bitch to set free
cause I thought they were going to bite me
but we all three escaped safely

well once I took my single shotgun
and put on my camouflage
and hid in the neighbour's pasture by the little cow pond
and finally after a long time
a bunch of doves flew by
and landed in a huddle on the power line
and so I aimed with an eagle's eye and fired
but it was two pigeons that fell like bean bags into the weeds
well they sure looked like doves to me

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have I learned anything from all of these lectures?
I think it's my attention span clipped by TV at an early age
well who heard the radio when you are five years old?
I used to watch Speed Racer with that hyper attitude
that carried me here to this fluorescent enlightenment

I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim
Oh, I, I, I, I am intelligent, I am intelligent
I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim
Oh, I, I, I, I am an atheist, I am an atheist

the idea of divine order is essentially crazy
the laws of action and reaction
are the closest thing to truth in the universe
so don't try to spray me with your archaic rites of soul
your vision is a biological one
I can dodge the thunderbolts
and scratch out an existence on this glorious but simple plane
I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim
Oh, I, I, I, I am intelligent, I am intelligent
I'm not a victim, I'm not a victim
Oh, I, I, I, I am an atheist, I am an atheist

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."

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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.

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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"

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

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