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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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| 2. |
| 4:43 |
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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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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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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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| 4. |
| 3:23 |
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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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| 5. |
| 6:15 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:54 |
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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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| 4:01 |
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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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| 8. |
| 8:15 |
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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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| 9. |
| 5:11 |
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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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| 10. |
| 5:14 |
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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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| 11. |
| 5:17 |
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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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