Vic Chesnutt - Drunk

Drunk

Sleeping Man
Bourgeois and Biblical
One of Many
Supernatural
When i ran off and left her
Dodge
Gluefoot
Drunk
Naughty Fatalist
Super Tuesday
Kick My Ass

Sleeping Man

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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Bourgeois and Biblical

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

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One of Many

you're only one of many
of small account if any
you think about yourself too much
this touch the child with the quick touch
and worked his mind to such a pitch,
he threw his fellows in a ditch
this little child who was so mild is grown too wild

"murder in the first degree," cried old fury
recording the verdict of the jury
now we come to the execution tree
the gallows stand wide on me
"Christ died for sinners," explained the prison chaplain
from his miscellany
weeping bitterly,
the little child cried," I die one of many"

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Supernatural

built a king on compliments
charisma and advertisements
still they see him shimmer ephermeral
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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When I ran off and left her

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

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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
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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Gluefoot

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 mechinations
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
everbody 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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Drunk

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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Naughty Fatalist

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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Super Tuesday

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

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Kick My Ass

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
I 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
what can I do to take back that swing
I'm so sorry a scuffle ensued
but things are so much better I guess thanks to you
I'm so sorry you had to pull my hair
I had to take care of business
there was a lot of business giving there

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