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"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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| 4:27 |
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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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| 3. |
| 3:32 |
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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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| 4:41 |
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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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| 2:46 |
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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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| 4:27 |
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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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| 7. |
| 3:19 |
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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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| 3:04 |
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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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| 9. |
| 3:17 |
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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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| 10. |
| 2:11 |
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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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| 3:29 |
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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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| 3:30 |
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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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| 3:08 |
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| 0:31 |
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| 4:36 |
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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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| 6:07 |
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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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