Monday, August 22, 2011

Vic Chesnutt

All right, you don't want to fuck
I'll just go on downstairs
And listen to Vic Chesnutt
Up close a crow isn't all black
And neither is the night


If you are the woman I see
How come you can't be she?
If you are the woman I see
How come you won't be she?


They say to ask for what you need
But then . . . .
They say to ask for what you want
But then . . . .
Nobody gives you anything
Do they?



Being the flame must be all consuming
Everyone wants to get near you 
        all the same
I'm sorry for all this priestly contumely
I hate it when you don't address me by my name

Outside it's so cold the trees are exploding
But in here you could die of exposure
I been alone now so long I'm kind of imploding
And I'm all too used to this kind of disclosure

I said I wanted to write a song about Vic Chesnutt
But really I want him to write one about me
I said I wanted to write a song about Vic Chesnutt
But really I want him to write one about me
How cool would that be
How could that be

You are the woman I see
So how come you can't be she?
You are the woman I see
So how come it's only her you won't be?

All right, you don't want to fuck
I'll just go downstairs and listen to Vic Chesnutt
Up close a crow isn't all black
And neither is the night

Vic Chesnutt, Vic Chesnutt, I'd take a bullet for you
And you know that is true
Hey, you know I'd take a bullet for you
For all the good that would do
Hey, hey, I'd take a bullet for you
But I wouldn't take two 

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