Vic Chesnutt - Hermitage lyrics
[Vic Chesnutt - Hermitage lyrics]
Sitting here resting my bones
Fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones
To act as stand ins
But here at the hermitage i am privileged
With solitude and self-cooked food
And crying time and quirks of mind
Chesnutt’s chewing his nails
The Zen of self-mutilation
Forgetting all that life entails
Sinking in a silly stagnation
But here at the hermitage i am privileged
With solitude and self-cooked food
And crying time and quirks of mind
Fanning my affliction
Wishing I had a few clones
To act as stand ins
But here at the hermitage i am privileged
With solitude and self-cooked food
And crying time and quirks of mind
Chesnutt’s chewing his nails
The Zen of self-mutilation
Forgetting all that life entails
Sinking in a silly stagnation
But here at the hermitage i am privileged
With solitude and self-cooked food
And crying time and quirks of mind
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