About to Choke
Since getting my Ipod nano I have been relistening to a lot of things, and this album by Vic Chesnutt has been on the heaviest of rotations for some reason. The lyrics are silly/deep/troubling. His voice should be annoying but somehow isn't at all. The production and mix is just wonderful, with strange little sounds all over the place, very acousticsounding in a real way that I really like.
LADLE
you file me with the libertines
I fold in line
my monthly dole of magazines
beaming bistro shine
in my ladle is your plum
and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
of your cutesy falling crumbs
I saw you at the snazzy din-din
you made me sad that I watched
I must say you truly packed 'em in
nearly dearly debauched
in my ladle is your plum
and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
of your cutesy falling crumbs
in my ladle is your plum
and my daily staple of your cutesy crumbs
of your cutesy falling crumbs
| 1. Myrtle | ||
| 2. New Town | ||
| 3. Ladle | ||
| 4. Tarragon | ||
| 5. Swelters | ||
| 6. (It's No Secret) Satisfaction | ||
| 7. Little Vacation | ||
| 8. Degenerate | ||
| 9. Hot Seat | ||
| 10. Giant Sands | ||
| 11. Threads | ||
| 12. See You Around |
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