Vic Chesnutt - Glossolalia

Lurking a^Clone in my own vicious wilderness ^EmWhile the meat in my chest Squeezes and ^Cteases a hulking hunger ^BGroping in motion Balance is but a shimmering notion And ^Emlurching comp^Gelled My soul in its special ^Emhell of ^Gwet mortal limits Per^Cpetually ^Dthirsting

^CFrom twisting torque of dichotomy ^EmWhat my eyes do see In this spilling, ^Cdead wicked desert It dances ^BBorn of babble Is now raison d'etre for the rabble I ^Emsing my ^Gsoul With tongue A sword in the ^Emsunlight ^GThrashing and flashing ^CGlosso^Dlali^Ema