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Founds total 53335 songs

New Town

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Naughty Fatalist

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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.



Myrtle

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Mysterious Tunnel

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

I just never could say, 'Good bye' or 'Adieu'. Ooh but the years, they have been so kind to you. There's some skills that I have learned to do. And I would certainly like to share them with you.


Maiden

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Little Vacation

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

like a little vacation. like a little old song that I want to hear. like a big libation. like a flattering sentence whispered in my ear. . that's what I want.


Kick My Ass

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Ladle

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


I'm Through

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Hot Seat

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Ventolin and vivarin and primatine. 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.



Gravity Of The Situation

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Giant Sands

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

Do a little rope trick. Move around the mildew. When you stopped to make a phonecall. In the glitter of a landmark. She said something about a blood clot.


Gluefoot

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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. .


Free Of Hope

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Fa-la-la

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Dying Young

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Drunk

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2008
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


Duty Free

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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 tounge on the TV.


Doubting Woman

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

I was supposed to tell you. About the point of departure. But with the aim of a drunken archer. I will probably stray. But you can see in her bold eyebrow.


Degenerate

Artist: Vic Chesnutt
Year: 2006
Updated: 8 years ago

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.


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