Vic Chesnutt - At The Cut

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Coward


The courage of a coward
Is greater than all others
A scaredy cat'll scratch 'im
If you back him in a corner

But I,I,I,I am a coward
I,I,I am a coward

Courage, come on, of despair,
Submission, lash out
Very very dangerous
like like like a coward
like like like a coward

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 finallly smash
Into that vertin grass
I will say It's been pretty great going

Chinaberry Tree

Me with overshedding
Going at the chinaberry tree
All the key players are watching me
Through their simmying groove thing

Swell
Blood suckin
Life ever-loosening
Grill

Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
Chinaberry tree
The biggest chinaberry tree that I'd love to see

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

Chain

Chain, chain
Every gesture, every frame
Chain

Chain, chain
Empty hours, out of phase
Chain

And the Dowdle evidence
Synergize With common sense
Collective carnal conciousness
Strains the bulging sinfulness
Visionary's blind ambition
Unintended consequences

Chain, chain
Every shadow, every place
Chain

Chain, chain
Every dollar ain't the same

We Hovered With Short Wings

About your reef
Over the hillock crest
A breathlike 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

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

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

Flirted With You All My Life

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 enter me
Death's unmade those dear to me
And tease me with your sweet relief
You're cruel and you are constant

When my mom was cancer sick
She fought, but then succumbed 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
Clearly, I'm not ready

It Is What It Is

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
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

Granny

Granny, Oh Granny
Whatya doin' by the kitchen sink?
She said I'm just makin' up some milk 'n' cheese
She said I'm just makin' up some milk 'n' cheese
She said I'm just makin' up some milk 'n' cheese

Granny, Oh Granny
Whatya 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 grandaddy go?
Where did your husband, my grandaddy 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