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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 - Drunk (2004)
She's so musical
Look at her dance in a flurry Who gets to lead Do know it's not Arthur Murray Emasculate me with your biology Bend me, break me, I'm worthless One wicked brand from your torturous hand You laugh when I tell you, you're gorgeous She has an answer for everything She's so smart in the raw And well educated That's a double fisted draw Cotton breathes between her cheeks Spin me, weave me, I'm willing One finger prick, I know I'll take sick She'll chalk up a killing She's so fashionable She's a Nazi when she's shopping Wholly democratic You should see who she's been bopping Emasculate me with your biology Break me, bend me, I'm worthless One wicked brand from your torturous hand You laugh when I tell you, you're gorgeous |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
Where are you Mr. Mustache noveliers,
I'm in need of such a little assist I'm in need of some of your little wisdom Where are you Mr. Yankee a physicist, I'm in need of some of your physical sneers I'm in need of some of your ohysical wisdom Where are you Mr. Latin folk artist, I'm in need of some of your glossy ? I'm in need of some of your ? wisdom ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
Help me mama, for I have grinned
Save me daddy from where I'm goin' Call out to me from the ages beyond Help me remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't Help me granddaddy to see the swans Strike me granny with your golden pump Teach me now what I could never learn before How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't Teach me Great Uncle to hear the talk Show me Aunt Avis with your ageless chalk Scratch it out for me on my cloudy retina How to remember how to be good How to continue when I know I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I know I really shouldn't How to remember how to be good How to continue when I feel I really shouldn't ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESTNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004)
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. ------------- 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 - 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 - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
Betty Lonely lives in a duplex of stuccoon the north bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit the noise from a nearby air stripher mind floats beyond the snapper boats Betty Lonely, her green eyes are roughly staring at a point Through the sliding glass door her heart live over a drawbridge Her brain is wet like a throw net Betty Lonely, she will always think in Spanish Though I know her Spanish black hairit will start to fade She sunk her past out in the surrounding salt flat Sher maidenhood was lost beneath the Spanish moss Betty Lonely just talks to her grand baby everybody else She blots them out but her words stick like a flounder Gig her dry laugh is like a gaff |
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from Vic Chesnutt - West Of Rome (2004)
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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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)
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 - Little (2004)
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 |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
There's so many ghosts out there on these streets
I always hate to ponder who's under those sheets Every little thing is temporary If I stay here any longer I'll end up very very scary It's just a general freak that is boiling in me I'm terrified what it's gonna dislodge I done shit everywhere that there is to eat Guess it's time for me to get the fuck out of Dodge I bent over backwards to misbehave It's a holy wonder I just didn't flip on over into an early grave I showed my behind so frequently My dear old mother she can't even recognize me |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
I was supposed to tell you about the point of departure
With the aim of a drunken archer I will probably stray But you can see in her bold eyebrow You can see in that fancy cup That even her freakish nipples are a kimbo No doubt she is a doubting woman No doubt she is a doubting woman There's a little matter of the bathing beauty She's such a little cutie but she's shy She has a special sponge that is optional To hide her painterly nipples from our eye No doubt they are, doubting women No doubt they are, doubting women I was supposed to tell you about the case of a cult It's called the cult of inspiration and it is rewarding You can be filled with the tingle of euphoria Of total animation and of wonder No doubt we love the doubting woman No doubt we love the doubting woman The doubting woman |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
she said it, she should know
She'd by told by, she knows She'd been through it, quantity What can I say, I do what I can Get that panic pack She's been to Rome yes When they so it so as they do Oh, Lordy mercy I think it's quantity I am what I am, I am what I believe Bad on the head Like a mad man Belligerent |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Drunk (2004)
Cross my heart and cross my eyes
Stick a needle in my thigh Drop kick my unscrewed lid And fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle fiddle with what's inside A rusty mass of machinations Still I'm vying for the right vaccination I make a masterful selection like Louis Pasteur Certain I've found at least a temporary cure If there's one thing I've learned in this chemical world It's very very very very very little is pure My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it I try to skedaddle but my gluefoot is fixed If they'd give me a shovel in this communication age Maybe I'd have kept my mouth shut and done something today I want to blame democracy and it's inherent lies I want to blame my heritage for my leisurely demise Everybody wants to wear the cleats Everybody wants to be Dominique I want to be someone separate from me I want to have a sustained feeling My gluefoot sticks, I wrestle with it I try to skidaddle but my gluefoot is fixed |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
Well we blew past the army motorcade-and
It's abnormal load haulage the gravity of the situation Came on us like a bit of new knowledge the bubbliest bubble bath Broke down on the bank the gravity of the situation Is why our old thought bubbles sank humble And gracious the gravity of the situation Well, a fat hungry english crow is picking at a badger carcass The gravity of the situation is hard to focus and harness well, We met Bill Lowery at the Queen's Hal lthe gravity of the situation Became apparent to us all Humble and gracious the gravity of the situation |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
Well we blew past the army motorcade-and
It's abnormal load haulage the gravity of the situation Came on us like a bit of new knowledge the bubbliest bubble bath Broke down on the bank the gravity of the situation Is why our old thought bubbles sank humble And gracious the gravity of the situation Well, a fat hungry english crow is picking at a badger carcass The gravity of the situation is hard to focus and harness well, We met Bill Lowery at the Queen's Hal lthe gravity of the situation Became apparent to us all Humble and gracious the gravity of the situation |
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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)
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 - 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)
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". ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By VIC CHESNUTT Lyrics © BUG MUSIC |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
I'm so sorry
You had to kick my ass You said I ruined your life I didn't mean to do that I had to untangle Where we was entwined It was strangling me Were you breathing so fine? The jam I was in When things weren't working out Led me to the brunt Of your swinging bout I'm so sorry I regret everything But what can I do To have you take back that swing? I'm so sorry A scuffle ensued But things are much better now I guess thanks to you The jam I was in When things weren't working out Led me to the brunt Of your swinging bout I'm so sorry You had to pull my hair I had to take care of business A lot of business giving there |
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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 - 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 - 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)
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 - Drunk (2004)
Rave and rant in yer old Foster Grants
I can see my billowy reflection You're a giant You're a giant A little late night caching A tender moving soul shake With all light diffused You'll wake up butch and bruised Butch and bruised Straight lines As the stork flies Ooh straight lines As the stork flies, As the stork flies Naughty, naughty fatalist Naughty, naughty Naughty, naughty fatalist Naughty fatalist, naughty fatalist An elderly woman on a fashionable couch Cane on the carpet tapping as she expounds Tapping, tap tapping A little late night caching A tender moving soul shake With all light diffused You'll wake up butch and bruised Butch and bruised Butch and bruised |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
Thin and unshaved, drunk and mysterious ooh,
I must say lifestyle is curious with A little touch of the sniffles and filthy socks gnawed, Crumbled fingernails never doing tomahawk chops A flaky head dandruff is distinguished lacquer is red vain Is the varnish what is at the root of this, she'll say, Whatcha got what participle do you possess She'll say, which I have not One blustery day we rode out to the meadow lands we saw And were amazed then hauled it back into town again Mississippi is a mess sometimes and not only when it rain show come You went back to that malaria island cause our friendship is strained Those were the days when you were so cosmopolitan these are the days, My letters they're so maudlin I wrote you an eloquent postcard once About this most exquisite onion soup but of course I never mailed though Cause it was your turn in the loop Those were the days when you were so cosmopolitan These are the days, my letters they're increasingly maudlin |
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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 - Little (2004)
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 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CHESNUTT <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
It's the plan of most to discover that magnificent ghost
When did I get perverted and my innocent eyes diverted From a view so grand imbued with distractions I'm greedy like Senior Babbitt I'm just chasing that electric rabbit I'm a reluctant rebel I just want to be Aaron Neville With a crown on my head and my denim shirt all dark with sweat I'm just pushing the paint around on advice from your lying mouth You touched me and then you ran and left a sad Peter Pan all alone And awkward but a transformation I swear it will occur |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
You're a freak of nature
You are a siamese You are in a pickle jar For all the world to see Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man You are a guarded secret In a government home But now they come to see you By the busload |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Drunk (2004)
You're a freak of nature
You are a siamese You are in a pickle jar For all the world to see Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man Watching the sleeping man You are a guarded secret In a government home But now they come to see you By the busload |
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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 - West Of Rome (2004)
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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from Vic Chesnutt - Little (2004)
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 |
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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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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 - 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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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Twisting up the pages of history My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing To summon up a little chunk of that history In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut Out toward the gusts of history My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks The fractal lines of history In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language In the corridor the shadows are long And it messes with my equilibrium And there's strains of a strange language |
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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 - 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)
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 - Drunk (2004)
Built a king on compliments
Charisma and advertisements Still they see him shimmer ephemeral It ain't supernatural Or maybe Out of body experience I flew around the little room once On intravenous Demerol It weren't supernatural Sudden smell, certain view Sparks a whoppin' case of the deja vu Is it inexplicable It ain't supernatural Or maybe |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
It's a battle of the culinary arts in that boiling land you
Met your mate over across that river and some good old heroin In Thailand Into our lovely story, who do we insert but the mighty, Mighty Steve Willoughbyhe went searching for that big Buddha in a raincoat And met a wife half the size of he In Thailand |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
It's a battle of the culinary arts in that boiling land you
Met your mate over across that river and some good old heroin In Thailand Into our lovely story, who do we insert but the mighty, Mighty Steve Willoughbyhe went searching for that big Buddha in a raincoat And met a wife half the size of he In Thailand |
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from Vic Chesnutt - Is The Actor Happy (2004)
Take a light bulb from the closet
And replace the one above the faucet scrape The whisker from my face nick my lip in pointless haste Take a magic marker black darken a spot on the map of a county on the coast Where I was born out of a ghost Underneath the ceiling fan contemplate a master plan Breathe a sigh of recognition for a childhood superstition Push a thumbtack in the wall pierce the picture I did draw It's a graphic portrait from my you this hurts my heart this forced review |
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