Free Of Hope — текст песни (Vic Chesnutt)

bricks are dirty, lakes are deadthe family dog is madbaby brother`s science beakers are all brokennow the yard peacocks are all sad
board games are boringmay they rot on the shelfbig brother`s at Columbia Universityquote unquote he`s tanning beaver pelts
subtle as a billboard oh so refinedsmoking through my chimneyburning up this life of mind
free of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothingI`m free at last

free of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothingI`m free at last
I`m free at last ...

a chip on the shoulder usually meansthere`s wood up abovebut no many at this shiny oblong tableis very, very fibrous
picnic demographicsI`m scorched and cornfedleaning on the banisterI know it`s just another 20, 20 years of sweat
making up his milkdud mindgnawing on a Charleston Chewooh, look inside his hothouse eyessee his budding youth
free of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothingI`m free at last

free of hope, free of the pastthank you God of nothingI`m free at last
I`m free at last ...