Strange Language
Echoes of History: Vic Chesnutt's Strange Language Unveiled
Lyrics
Up on the bluff, where I wish I was
Desire to be on a high place, possibly a metaphorical "bluff," expressing a longing or aspiration.
Twisting up the pages of history
Engaging with and contorting the recorded events of the past, suggesting an active involvement with history.
My cold feet dangling, my bony arms gesturing
A physical and emotional state, feeling exposed or vulnerable while attempting to summon a connection to history.
To summon up a little chunk of that history
Striving to bring forth a small portion of historical significance.
In the corridor the shadows are long
Within a passageway, encountering elongated shadows that disrupt emotional balance.
And it messes with my equilibrium
The extended shadows causing a disturbance in emotional equilibrium.
And there's strains of a strange language
Reference to encountering an unfamiliar or perplexing language, metaphorically or literally.
Up on the bluff, where the hardwoods jut
Back on the elevated terrain where sturdy trees reach toward historical forces.
Out toward the gusts of history
The trees extending toward the winds of history, symbolizing a connection to the past.
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart tracks
Mind showing signs of wear and tear, heart actively following intricate lines of historical events.
The fractal lines of history
Engaging with the complex and self-replicating patterns of historical events.
In the corridor the shadows are long
Reiteration of encountering elongated shadows within a corridor.
And it messes with my equilibrium
Continued disruption of emotional balance caused by the extended shadows.
And there's strains of a strange language
Reiteration of encountering a perplexing or unfamiliar language.
In the corridor the shadows are long
Again, facing elongated shadows within the corridor, repeating the disruption of emotional equilibrium.
And it messes with my equilibrium
Continued disturbance in emotional balance due to the prolonged shadows.
And there's strains of a strange language
Reiteration of encountering an unfamiliar or perplexing language.
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