Vic Chesnutt - Glossolalia lyrics
[Vic Chesnutt - Glossolalia lyrics]
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 it's special hell
Of wet mortal limit's 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