Giant Sands Lyrics by Vic Chesnutt

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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 ...
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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
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