Glossolalia Songtext

von Vic Chesnutt

I am a stranger
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 its special hell
Of wet mortal limits
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