1.Bourgeois And Biblical
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Bourgeois and biblical
Hanging on nails
Mad metallic icons
The old cyclone still compels
Your hoity haiku lip curls
The onion papers drain
Constantinople
Misty recollections
Cold outdoor acoustics
Piney panorama
2.When I Ran Off And Left Her
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
When I ran off and left her
She wasn't holding a baby
She was holding a bottle
And a big grudge against me
I tried to learn from the psychiatrist
How to stay calm and minimize risk
But I should've kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need em I'm coming disjointed
When I ran off and left her
I didn't look backwards
Till I was halfway to Chattanooga
On the Atlanta connector
That's when I started flashing
On the little things that she did
All her little sayings and I started to wig
I should've kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need em I'm coming disjointed
3.Gluefoot
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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
4.Drunk
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
She said it
She should know
She'd by, told by
She knows
She'd been through it
Quantity
What can I say
She should know
I am what I am
She'd been through
Like a gopher
Down to the patch
Get that panic pack
She'd been to Rome, yes
When they do it, do as they do
Oh, Lord, mercy
I think it's quantity
I am what I am
She'd been through
Like a gopher
Down to the patch
I am what I believe
Bad on the head
Like a mad man
Belligerent
5.Naughty Fatalist
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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
6.2nd Floor
Lyricist：Vic Chestnutt
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
7.Fa-La-La
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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
8.Little Man
Lyricist：Mark Joseph Mulcahy, Raymond David Neal
Little, little, little, little
When the heroes callin'
When the heroes callin'
When the heroes callin', callin'
Little man
Little man
I miss you when the rain is fallin'
I miss you when the heroes callin'
I hear you when I'm kneelin', weepin'
All the walls are speakin', speakin'
Little man
Little man
I wear your clothes but they don't fit me
I'm tryin' to be what I should be
A spoken word of being lied to
A broken word and what you end up tied to
Little man
Little man
Stay where you are
Stay where you are
Stay where you are
Stay where you are
Little man
Little man
Little man, you can do no wrong
Little man
9.Dying Young
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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 â~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
10.Confusion
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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
11.Thailand
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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
Thailand
Thailand
Thailand
Into our lovely story, who do we insert
But the mighty, mighty Steve Willoughby
He went searching for some big Buddha in a raincoat
But met a wife half the size of he
In Thailand
Thailand
Thailand
Thailand
12.Replenished
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Sitting in the breakfast nook
Flipping through a saucy book
Browsing for a bit of titillation
(That's what you do, that's what you do)
Morning is warming
On your mouth
Last days of direct sunlight
For this part of the house
Move into the great room
Get the clean corn broom
Sweeping up a sad old pillar of salt
(That's what you do, that's what you do)
You're feeling glummer
As summer dies off
Something was released
With autumn's first cough
Matter seems immaculate
Until it's consumed or distressed
See her with her kitchen soap
Cleaning up the breakfast she knows
It's never finished
'Till the other's replenished
It's never finished
'Till the other's replenished
Propped up on the mantel piece
Throphies stuffed in a life that flies
A couple of seconds can be a long time
If'n it's froze, if'n it's froze
Matter seems immaculate
Until it's consumed or distressed
See her with her kitchen soap
Cleaning up the breakfast she knows
It's never finished
'Till the other's replenished
It's never finished
'Till the other's replenished
13.Duty Free
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
No chocolate in the duty free shop
Two drops of scotch gonna end up on his crotch, tonight
All alone, sitting on the throne
Some native tongue on the TV blaring like an old peavey
He don't aim to be rude
He's fighting with his inner prude
Some pommes frites and you know it's gonna drip
On to his lap, yes see the man slapping it off
Travellin' will do him in
Trudging through the waves of people
Till his heart is cluttered and feeble
If you take him out of this loop
He may be very easily duped
Still he beats the stampede for the duty free
He's using up all that old currency
He's using up all that old currency
Using up all that old currency
14.Maiden
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Dogs are barking, birds are chirping
The only thing better if I was squirting
But there's no one here to love on me today
For the maiden's on holiday
For the maiden's on holiday
I'm a sorry, sorry knight in a horrible castle
Hoping to avoid certain societal hassles
And I know what they say, but I ain't made of clay
For the maiden's on holiday
Yeah, the maiden's on holiday
I ain't nothing but chivalrous
Ain't never been nothing nasty between us
She knows where she stands on the heart of a broken man
She's gonna be bad no matter what
So I might as well go on ahead and act like a butt
Any ol' way, yeah, I'm still gonna pay
For the maiden's on holiday
Yeah, the maiden's on holiday
15.Gravity of the Situation
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt, Rob Veal
Well, we blew past the army motorcade
Abnormal load haulage
And 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
A humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
Humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
Humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
The gravity of the situation
Well, a fat, hungry English crow
Picking at a carcass
The gravity of the situation
Is hard to focus and harness
Well, we met Bill Lowery
At the Queen's Hall
The gravity of the situation
Became apparent to us all
Humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
A humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
Humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
Humble and gracious
The gravity of the situation
The gravity of the situation
16.Sad Peter Pan
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
It's the plan of most
To discover that magnificent ghost
But 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 some sad Peter Pan
All alone and awkward
But a transformation, I swear it will occur
17.Strange Language
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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
18.Onion Soup
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Thin and unshaved, drunk and mysterious
Oh, 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 distinguish
Ed 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 Meadowlands
We saw and were amazed
Then hauled it back into town again
Mississippi is a mess sometimes
And not only when it rains
How 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, loop
Those were the days
When you were so cosmopolitan
These are the days
My letters they're increasingly maudlin
19.Doubting Woman
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
I was supposed to tell you about the point of departure
But with the aim of a drunken archer, I will probably stray
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
To a 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, the doubting women
No doubt they are, the 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
Doubting woman
Oh, the doubting woman
The doubting woman
20.Wrong Piano
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
Oberheim, Yamaha
Steinway and the lot
Well, I must have played the wrong piano
'Cause it left me with, I don't know what
So don't talk to me about mistakes
Yes, we all simply have got to take precautions
Well, I must have played the wrong piano
'Cause now I just feel nauseous
Some sexual turned into some biblical
And then became a game of just trivial pursuit
Now, I used to gnaw on every word
But now I don't know what's the use
Ruppert Murdock and Larry Flint
Bob Guccione and the U.S. mint
I took out the wrong subscription
And I don't know what I'm gonna end up spending
21.Free of Hope
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Bricks are dirty, lakes are dead
The family dog is mad
Baby brother's science beakers are all broken
Now the yard peacocks are all sad
Board games are boring
May they rot on the shelf
Big brother's at Columbia University
Quote unquote, he's tanning beaver pelts
Subtle as a billboard, oh, so refined
Smoking through my chimney
Burning up this life of mind
Free of hope, free of the past
Thank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
Free of hope, free of the past
Thank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last
I'm free, free at last
A chip on the shoulder usually means
There's wood up above
But no man at this shiny oblong table
Is very, very fibrous
Picnic demographics
I'm scorched and corn fed
Leaning on the banister
I knew it's just another 20, 20 years of sweat
Making up his milk dud mind
Gnawing on a Charleston Chewooh
Look inside his hothouse eyes
See his budding youth
Free of hope, free of the past
Thank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
Free of hope, free of the past
Thank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last
I'm free, free at last
22.Betty Lonely
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
Betty lonely, lives in a duplex of stucco
On the north bank of a brackish river
Her ears omit the noise from a nearby airstrip
Her mind floats beyond the snapper boats
Betty lonely, her green eyes are roughly staring
At a point through the sliding glass door
Her heart lives over the drawbridge
Her brain is wet like a throw net
Betty lonely, she will always think in Spanish
Though I know her Spanish black hair, it will start to fade
She sunk her past out in the surrounding salt flats
Her maidenhood was lost beneath the Spanish moss
Betty lonely, just talks to her grand baby
'Cause everybody else she blots them out
But her words stick like a flounder gig
Her dry laugh is like a gaff
23.Thumbtack
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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 magical 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 youth
And it hurts my heart this forced review
24.Old Hotel
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
I can see my old hotel
Down amongst the smells
I'm up above that ancient city river
It's filtered by my lousy liver
It's filtered by my wilted lily liver
I can see my old hotel
It ain't even a hotel
5 a.m. there came some sleet or hail
It was signal taps on the brave window
Solemn taps on the wavy window
I can see my old hotel
Hear those old touristy bells
Soon I'll be down the hill shopping
Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins
Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins
I can see my old hotel
It ain't even a hotel
I'm scheduled to ride the rails
If I wished to stay on this tower
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
Things would derange given just another hour
25.Parade
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Where did you go after the parade？
I wandered, searching for about an hour
Then I parked it on a bench
Shifting and sulking
Those pesky little mosquitoes
They nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained me
Then a man dripping with vitalis
Said I looked like Joe Namath
He asked me did I used to be famous？
And I said, 'Neighbor, I'm famously late'
I said, 'Neighbor, I'm famously late'
Where did you go after the parade？
You never even appeared, never even appeared to enjoy it
Well I came out of it with a slight experience
Drinking, howling, howling at the natives
You're a great at disappearing
You left me with an ear ache
I spit into the swan lake
Saying, 'What a hideous review'
Saying, 'Oh, what a hideous review'
Weather, barometric pressure push me to the ground
My stomach is growling, I always heard this was such a festive
town
But everybody over ten years old is frowning
Everybody over ten years old is frowning
Where did you go after the parade？
I didn't expect you to be bolting away
I remember that time you took me to see Harold and Maude
'Cause I didn't know the meaning of the word catharsis
We are busy weaklings, poking around for reasons
We are happy little heathens
It's just time we both admit it
It's time we both admit it
26.Band Camp
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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
27.Super Tuesday
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Super Tuesday, on the ball
Super Tuesday
I am out on a stroll
Super Tuesday, I'm in control
Oh, super Tuesday
I'm out on a stroll
Oh I am out on a stroll
Super Tuesday, I'm in the door
Super Tuesday
I am good for a bore
I'd do anything for a bore
28.Kick My Ass
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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
29.Sleeping Man
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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
30.Prick
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
I was shaking with laughter
Scared the bratty children
Did I destroy the ambiance
I'm sure for that hoity toity patron
It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
We was hidden in the potted plants
I know and we was no obnoxious
But I could see, there in the sun room
The growing storm of disapproval
It wasn't pretty when I looked into the face
Oops, into the eyes, ruptured icy chaos
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
I ain't supposed to laugh
Can't let your kids see that
I ain't supposed to wonder
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, who's the prick
What's the, what's the, who's the prick
31.Arthur Murray
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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
32.Panic Pure
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler
High up to the darkest sky
Some 4th of July spectacular and 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
I don't count my scars like tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's a piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure
Yes yes yes yes, about the panic pure
And so all you observers in your scrutiny
I don't count my scars like tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's a piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured by the panic pure
Yes yes yes yes, by the panic pure
33.Sponge
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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, 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, 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, it is a sponge
World, world, world, world, it is a sponge
34.Stupid Preoccupations
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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
35.I'm Through
Lyricist：James Victor Chesnutt
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 etiquettes
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
36.Blanket Over the Head
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
We will remain ignorant
Incapable of knowing
Insoluble is the problem
Curiosity, sleeping
Killed the caterpillar
Curiosity, empty
Is a blanket over the head
37.It Is What It Is
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
I am a monster
Like Quasimodo
Or Caliban the natural man
Giving wild ripostes to my reflection
One ugly morning
In a rage
Father threw an apple
Into my carapace
And like the invisible man
Directing traffic
I'd be ineffective
No matter how enthusiastic
Amid the masses' frenzy
Participation
In this massive
Separation
Appearance is everything
Nothing is how it seems
And civilized society
Is calm civility
I'm the phantom of the opera
Singing beauty and at ease
Or Henry Darger's
Autobiography
And that is curt clues to my essence
Planned obsolescence
Appearance is everything
Nothing is how it seems
In a market economy
It's called marketing
And not exactly clawing my way to glory
Nor whimpering in the wind
But once positively
I'm teetering on the brink
Of an all out breakthrough
But sometimes clear headed
Sometimes a doofus
Sometimes very cordial
And sometimes aloof
I am syrupy optimistic one moment
Then gravely pessimistic the next
Irritable as a hornet sometimes
Then agreeable as it gets
I'm not a pagan
I don't worship anything
Not gods that don't exist
Nor the sun which is oblivious
I love my ancestors but not ritually
I don't blame them or praise them
For anything that they passed along to me
I don't need stone altars to help me hedge my bet
Against the looming blackness
It is what it is
38.Flirted With You All My Life
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
I am a man, I am self aware
And everywhere I go
You're always right there with me
I flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
And to this day, I swear it was nice
But clearly I was not ready
When you touched a friend of mine
I thought I would lose my mind
But I found out with time that really
I was not ready
Oh death, oh death, oh death
Really I'm not ready
Oh death, you hector me
And decimate those dear to me
You tease me with your sweet relief
You're cruel and you are constant
When my mom was cancer sick
She fought but then succumb to it
But you made her beg for it
Lord Jesus please, I'm ready
Oh death, oh death, oh death
Really I'm not ready
Oh death, oh death, oh death
Now, clearly I'm not ready
39.Little Vacation
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Like a little vacation
Like a little old song that I wanted to hear
Like a big libation
Like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear
That's how I feel
Every time I feel like I want to feel so
Why don't we have a little symposium
And hash out something real
Like a scenic vista
Like a long awaited chemical buzz
Like a far off twister
Like an unexpected pleasant run-in with the fuzz
That's what I want
Every time I try what I'm trying for
So why don't we have a little council meeting
Where everybody takes the floor
Robert's rules of order will be observed
I'll be the parliamentarian
With an unswerving dedication
40.See You Around
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
I'm sorry for my lack of communication
But as I'm staring out this fifth floor window
It seems like the least amount of communication the better
Oh, well, what am I supposed to say？
There's a bloody effigy on my wall
And the complimentary carnation is falling apart
And I ain't got time for the niceties
Or rather I was never, never fond of the niceties
I will see you around
I will see you around
See you around
See you around
Well, I must admit I'm flattered by your consecration
It's a mind numbing, spine chilling
But nevertheless heartwarming gesture
But as you make your advances so clumsily
I'll save us both the both the hassle and leave
And hang out all night in the familiar fluorescent light
Of dunking donuts 'cause I ain't got time for the niceties
Or rather I was never, never fond of the niceties
I will see you around
See you around
See you around
See you around
Well, how are you with issues
Lately you've been a half assed activist
You've been seen sashaying around the picket line
Wearing scarcely any sign
Oh, but always vocal in love and strife
And the politics of your all important life
Well, I'm sorry but your routine is coming off a bit ragged
And I ain't got time for the niceties
Or rather I was never, never fond of the niceties
I will see you around
I'll see you around
See you around
I'll see you around
41.Tarragon
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Suckin' on a toothpick soaked with cinnamon
The boys in the back room played on
Anonymous Adonis, he's the one you want
The boys in the back room played on
Not beholding to the afterwards
Saw him at the market buying tarragon
The boys in the back room played on
Clinch for a moment then you wander home
The boys in the back room played on
42.New Town
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
New town reeks of lumber
New town beat the crowds
New town, kittens discover
That the birds scrape the ground
And even the loneliest old ladies get social calls
Where they dine and talk about their savior
And the grassroots effort to incorporate
Elects a smiling mayor
New town Americana
New town rookie police
New town industries are wanted for the local employees
And a little bitty baby draws a nice clean breath
From over his beaming momma's shoulder
He's staring at the worldly wonders
That stretch just as far as he can see
But he'll stop staring when he's older
43.Ladle
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
You file me with the libertines
I fold in line
My monthly dole of magazines
Beaming bistro shine
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
I saw you at the snazzy din, din
You made me sad that I watched
I must say you truly packed 'em in
Nearly dearly debauched
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
In my ladle is your plum
And my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
Of your cutesy falling crumbs
44.Myrtle
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
A funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade
A saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid
Whittled with an exacto knife
Plum right through my load bearing wall
I'm horrified now that I could do such a thing
But I thought I saw the singer
I've heard those chimes so many other times
But if I gave in, it had to of been
I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon
Since I gave in, it had to of been
Since I gave in, I hope it had to been
I'm not an optimist, I'm not a realist
I might be a subrealist but I can't substantiate
It was bigger than me and I felt like a sick child
Dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle
45.Hot Seat
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Ventolin and Vivarin and primatene
Secret tequila shots and a patch of morphine
In the morning and in the throes
What a great day to come out of a coma
I've been in the hot seat sweating it out
Oh, sweating it out
Sweating it out, sweating it out
I touch the telephone it falls away
I think they call it empathy but not this way
I put my lips on the sound hole
My tongue is finally warming but my brain is charcoal
I've been in the hot seat sweating it out
Oh, sweating it out
Sweating it out, sweating it out
Not much later, fall out of favor
Pretty soon I know I'll do
Precisely what I wanted not to do
Maybe I slipped up and learned a lesson
To work my proclivity towards second guessing
I was too naive and enthusiastic to keep my trap shut
And my monkey in a mother fuckin' basket
I've been in the hot seat sweating it out
Oh, sweating it out
Sweating it out, sweating it out
46.Degenerate
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
I am a rough ball of twine
I have a duty to do
I been tied to the table
But now I am frazzled and aloof
Degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots
Degenerate, rot away the nooses
Degenerate, out come those tangles
Oh, degenerate, oh degenerate
Acorn squash and a hearty rows of okra
Stand of sweet corn by the trickling creek
Winter dead that was buried 'neath the pole beans
Behold a sink hole in the spring
Degenerate, washed by weather cycles
Degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades
Degenerate, prepare to take the profit
Oh, degenerate, oh degenerate
Degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots
Degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades
Degenerate, out come those tangles
47.Giant Sands
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Do a little rope trick
Move around the mildew
When you stopped to make a phone call
In the glitter of a landmark
She said something about a blood clot
And a bad wild peach
That nappy little news flash
Takes the cut right out of your crease
Get it on demand
Like Tupperware
Shipped with sarcasm
All is fair
Jog through giant sands
Till you're cleared
Then to leave the land
Unawares
At least it's not a leg break
You laugh out loud and lonesome
In your cabin cruiser
On your cross county trek
Your brain feels like a fiddle
A brittle fragile vessel
Pull off onto the shoulder
By the waterworks
Get it on demand
Like Tupperware
Shipped with sarcasm
All is fair
Jog through giant sands
Till you're cleared
Then to leave the land
Unawares
48.Swelters
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
After the splice
When the temperature's nice
After the patch
When every thing's a match
After the patch
After the edit
When it's had time to set
When it's smooth
Then it's time to move
When it is smooth
Go consult your elders
Look into the thatch
Any day that swelters
There's still some shelter
Beneath the hatch
Go consult your elders
Look into the thatch
Any day that swelters
There's still some shelter
Beneath the hatch
After the cool
When it's wound on the spool
When it's spent
You're rarely glad it went
When it is spent
49.Threads
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Your personal pariah is in a wool cap
The mirror flakes away take a long nap
Watching the threads disintegrate
Like the Krishna beads in a lock box safe
Watching the threads disintegrate
Like the Krishna beads in a lock box safe
Watching the threads disintegrate
Crumbling like the lawn art you made
Oh, lawn art you made
Oh, lawn art you made
Oh, lawn art you made
I was crumbling like the lawn art that you made
Hard brown bread cut with a circular saw
Shallow rattling breath with a wee cough
Watching the threads disintegrate
Foisted into the middle ages
Watching the threads disintegrate
Foisted into the middle ages
Watching the threads disintegrate
Remain in the ruckus and you will get scraped
Oh, you will get scraped
Oh, you will get scraped
Oh, you will get scraped
If you remain in the ruckus and you will get scraped
50.Supernatural
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Built a king on compliments
Charisma, and advertisements
Still they see him shine ephemeral
It ain't supernatural
No it ain't, supernatural
Supernatural, may be
Out of body experience
I flew around the hospital room once
On Intravenous Demerol
It wasn't supernatural
No no no it wasn't supernatural
Supernatural, may be
Certain smell, a certain view
Sparken off a case of the deja vu
Is it inexplicable？
It ain't supernatural
It ain't, supernatural
Supernatural, maybe
51.Bernadette
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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 proclaimed 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 cahoots of love or all of the above？
In cahoots of love or all of the above？
52.Withering
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
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 the 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？
53.Until the Led
Lyricist：Vic Chesnutt
Knowing what I know now
I should've had a cow
I didn't realize
You were to be despised
I must have been
One of history's stupidest men
Everything was perfect in my head
Until the led started hitting me
With benefit of hindsight
I can see your ass wasn't right
Maybe I'm mighty dull
But you're pathological
I never guessed
You meant no, when you said yes
Everything was perfect in my head
Until the led started hitting me
It didn't take long at all
Until the Zen started to fall
All of the people you faked
Suddenly saw their mistake
You never thought
That I could survive the shock
Everything was perfect in my head
Until the led started hitting me
54.Dodge
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
And 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
55.Look At Me
Yeah, look at me in my thirties
Plowing forth, unsteady and unsturdy
But I'm still alive, I'm still alive, I win a prize
I'm still alive
Yeah, look at me, pushing forty
Suiting up for another sortie
And I'm still alive
I'm still alive, I win a prize
I'm still alive
It may not be pretty my life up to here
But something bold and beautiful occurred
I'm not interred
You look at me as a tragic figure
One frivolous moment, I beg to differ
Because I'm still alive, I'm still alive
I win a prize, I'm still alive
I'm still alive, I'm still alive
I win a prize, I'm still alive
It may not be pretty, my life up to here
But something bold and beautiful occurred
I'm not interred
56.Soft Picasso
It was a modern love affair
Completely cool and casual
They hardly knew each other was there
Both of them had their own getting off to do
They had to dream about their own self
When they were through
But the modern girl was elated
With what the revolution gave her
Since she was liberated
She could have anything that striked her fancy
And she fancied quite a bit 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 wasn't so lucky being shook
From his usual role as the heart breaker
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 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
57.Soggy Tongues
Narrowed eyes and soggy tongues
Beautiful rumors are flying about the ugly ones
The girl, she is by the pool
Yellow journalists' jewel
And all those wagging fingers
Are silly, little stingers
Rabbits are cooking breakfast, the fog is fragrant
The girl she is waking up against the famous vagrant
The cool council is tallying fines to be levied
The girl she is tightly grinning
The vagrant thinks it's all too heavy
Presents are presented
And bribes reluctantly taken
Summer's sweetie, iced a cohort
While the rest of the town's baking
Traffic is light and appetites are hearty
And tongues are soggy
Accusations are tossed like darts at the good
Little girl who is groggy
58.Bakersfield
Souvenirs on a dusty shelf
Get out the Tarn-X and I polish them myself
Posters are falling but who needs them at my age
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'll hide behind the garbage cans
While the holy platitudes fall so blow the gates
I am coming through with my albatrosses and all
And it's strategy not protocol that brings me here
59.Isadora Duncan
Once I dreamed I was dancing with Isadora Duncan
In a silver café, it was a café 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'
60.Independence Day
Future stepped into by field
And turned it into an empire
Forefathers where are you now？
Your dust is settling on my furniture
I stepped out of a cloud and the ditch is close
I mean the ditch is closing in
Hemingway did your fat little self justice
So here's to you you articulate dead fisherman
What if I said I love you and need your guidance
To help me through the obstacles？
Would you say I am too wordy
And then would you laugh？
What if I said I'm under the glass
Untouchable as the document itself？
Would you say okay？
And that you never even considered me？
Independence day
I never knew it would be so symbolic
61.Bug
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
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 it
62.Where Were You
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 with 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
And you were doing up the dim, dim 20 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？
63.We Hovered With Short Wings
About your reef
Over the hillock crest
A breath like aviation
Glowing, showing bones
Glowing, showing bones
With much bellowing and rowing
A cello directioning will let you out
Deaf and loud, let you out
A hungry, hungry awful hunter
A breath, his came asunder
The old dog makes padded cake
As the aged come for me
As the aged come for me
64.Danny Carlisle
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 plywood and a stump
And at nights he dreamed Evel Knievel
And a canyon to jump in his backyard
Danny Carlisle don't give a shit about the contras
Danny Carlisle is barely grown
And he's used up most of his options but still he would rather
Dream than fuck
Once he used a pocket knife to kill a garter snake
Yes he chopped that evil serpent into fours
And when he raised his eyes to heaven as a soldier
He wiped the blood of bad snake on his shirt
Danny Carlisle don't give a shit about the contras
Danny Carlisle is barely grown
And he's used up most of his options but still he would rather
Dream than fuck
65.Florida
Florida, Florida
The redneck Riviera
Florida, Florida
There's no more pathetic place in America
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
It's a tropical paradise
Florida, Florida
There's no more perfect place to retire from life
66.Chain
Chain, chain
Every gesture, every frame
Chain, chain
Chain, chain
Empty hours, out of phase
Chain
Anecdotal evidence synergize with common sense
Collective carnal consciousness
Strains the bulging silt fences
Visionary's blind ambition, unintended consequences
Chain, chain
Every shadow, every face
Chain
Chain, chain
Every dollar ain't the same
67.Concord Country Jubilee
I stumbled so innocently
Over all the obscene boundaries
Still I might've procured the act
Of Concord Country Jubilee
And the perfect order fill in the street
It is there I scraped it clean
I was stumbling in
It was gonna be hard to heal
Crowd browsed in
Callous toward the injury
Still I rode the kidney tray
At the Concord Country Jubilee
And the evidence is aimed on me
I screamed
And the girl, she kissed his tongue
He touched her stuffed meat
Her stuffed meat, her stuffed meat
68.Philip Guston
The hand, the hand
The hand, the hand
The hand, the hand
Thoughts of another finger
Typing down into a cellar
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
The line, the line
A fame, a fame, a fame for nothing
Pile, pile of cherries
And oh, I shouldn't think
Like gravity
Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad habits
69.Coward
The courage of the coward
Is greater than all others
A scaredy-cat'll scratch 'im
If you back 'im in a corner
But I ,I ,I, I am a coward
I, I, I am a coward
Courage born of despair and impotence
Submissive dogs can
Lash out in fear and be
Very, very dangerous
But I ,I ,I, I am a coward
I, I, I am a coward
70.Granny
Granny, oh Granny, what ya doin' by the kitchen sink？
She said, 'I'm just makin' up some milk an' cheese'
She said, 'I'm just makin' up some milk an' cheese'
She said, 'I'm just makin' up some milk an' cheese'
Granny, oh Granny, what ya doin' with your false teeth？
She said, 'I'm just pickin' out the blackberry seeds'
She said, 'I'm just pickin' out the blackberry seeds'
She said, 'I'm just pickin' out the blackberry seeds'
Granny, oh Granny
Where did your husband, my granddaddy go？
Where did your husband, my granddaddy go？
She said, 'He went off to heaven just before you were born'
She said, 'He went off to heaven just before you were born'
She said, 'He went off to heaven just before you were born'
She said
'You are the light of my light, of my life and the beat of my
heart'
She said
'You are the light of my light, of my life and the beat of my
heart'
She said
'You are the light of my light, of my life and the beat of my
heart'
She said
'You are the light of my light, of my life and the beat of my
heart'
71.Chinaberry Tree
Me with a machete
Going at the chinaberry tree
All the key players are watching me
Through their simian groove thing
Sweat slinging
Blood slickening
Life ever-loosening grill
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
The biggest chinaberry tree
That I've ever seen
Sawdust in the air
And on the ground everywhere
Throwing myself at the cut
With a force heretofore unknown to me
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Neatest chinaberry tree
That has ever been
72.When The Bottom Fell Out
When the bottom fell out, there wasn't any doubt
I just suddenly found myself free falling
And from such a height, the wind, it had a bite
And it took all my might to fight the fight
The fell in spread-eagled
Must've found an airfoil or some kinda wing
And I gained some equilibrium
Caught myself gliding
When the bottom fell out, observers heard me shout
So long, it's been good to know you
But when I finally smash into that vertin grass
I will say it's been pretty great going
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