Strange Language - Vic Chesnutt
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Strange Language Lyrics
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Twisting up the pages of history
My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing
To summon up a little chunk of that historyIn the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange languageUp on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut
Out toward the gusts of history
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks
The fractal lines of historyIn the corridor the shadows are long
And it messes with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a strange language
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