Intro (#3)
de Vic Chesnutt
I am a stranger
Lurking alone in my own vicious wilderness
While the meat in my chest
Squeezes and teases a hulking hunger
Groping in motion
Balance is but a shimmering notion
And lurching compelled
My soul in its special hell of wet mortal limits
Perpetually thirsting
But I bask in a beautiful byproduct
From twisting torque of dichotomy
What my eyes do see
In this spilling, dead wicked desert
It dances
Born of babble
Is now raison d'etre for the rabble
I sing my soul
With tongue
A sword in the sunlight
Thrashing and flashing
Glossolalia
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Coward
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Chinaberry Tree
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Mystery
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When The Bottom Fell Out
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Chain
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We Hovered With Short Wings
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Philip Guston
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Concord Country Jubilee
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Flirted With You All My Life
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It Is What It Is
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Granny
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Lucinda Williams
West of Rome
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Wrong Piano
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Independence Day
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Free of Hope
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Vesuvius
Ghetto Bells
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Little Caesar
Ghetto Bells
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Prick
The Salesman And Bernadette
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Gepetto
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