Degenerate
Vic Chesnutt Lyrics


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I am a rough ball of twine
I have a duty to do
I been tied to the table
But now I am frazzled and aloof
Degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots
Degenerate, rot away the nooses
Degenerate, out come those tangles
Oh degenerate, oh degenerate
Acorn squash and a hearty rows of okra
Stand of sweet corn by the trickling creek
Winter dead that was buried 'neath the pole beans
Behold a sink-hole in the spring
Degenerate, washed by weather cycles
Degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades
Degenerate, prepare to take the profit
Oh degenerate, oh degenerate
Degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots
Degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades




Degenerate, out come those tangles
Oh degenerate, oh degenerate

Overall Meaning

In Vic Chesnutt's song "Degenerate," he uses the metaphor of a ball of twine to represent himself and his duty to do something. The tight knots and nooses that he mentions could be interpreted as the obstacles or challenges he has faced in trying to fulfill that duty. He expresses that he has been tied to a table, which could represent feeling trapped or constrained by whatever is holding him back from achieving his goal. However, he also states that he is now frazzled and aloof, which suggests that he has reached a point of exhaustion or detachment from the situation.


The second half of the song shifts to a description of natural elements, such as vegetables and a sink-hole. These lyrics could be seen as a comparison to his own life, where he feels like he is being washed by weather cycles and preparing to take the profit. The repetition of the phrase "oh degenerate" throughout the song emphasizes the feeling of decay or breaking down, which could symbolize both the obstacles he has faced and his own mental state.


Line by Line Meaning

I am a rough ball of twine
I am a complex and tangled mess


I have a duty to do
I have a responsibility to fulfill


I been tied to the table
I have been restricted and restrained


But now I am frazzled and aloof
But now I am exhausted and detached


Degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots
Loosen the tight knots and break them down


Degenerate, rot away the nooses
Decay and dissolve the restraints


Degenerate, out come those tangles
Untangle and unravel the mess


Oh degenerate, oh degenerate
Oh break down and dissolve these restraints


Acorn squash and a hearty rows of okra
A vegetable garden with squash and okra growing


Stand of sweet corn by the trickling creek
A stand of corn growing near a small stream


Winter dead that was buried 'neath the pole beans
Dead plants from winter buried under the bean plants


Behold a sink-hole in the spring
Notice a sinkhole in the ground during spring


Degenerate, washed by weather cycles
Break down and weathered over time


Degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades
Break down and remove the poisonous plants


Degenerate, prepare to take the profit
Break down and get ready to reap the benefits


Oh degenerate, oh degenerate
Oh break down and decay for the greater good


Degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots
Loosen the tight knots and break them down


Degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades
Break down and remove the poisonous plants


Degenerate, out come those tangles
Untangle and unravel the mess


Oh degenerate, oh degenerate
Oh break down and dissolve these restraints




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Written by: VIC CHESNUTT

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Comments from YouTube:

Ryan Kerouac

as much alive today, without the vessel of course,  but the songs are close by in the hearts of those who had the good fortune to listen

Jbonejacon

A masterful YouTube comment my friend.

squankboy

As far as I'm concerned, "See You Around" from ABOUT TO CHOKE is the best song ever written. I already miss you, Vic.

Jeff Jacques

Dude owned melancholy. So powerful. Loved Vic. RIP man.

pogospace

The sheer beauty of these words astounds me everytime. This song drew me to Vic's music and I'll miss him more than I can say

Pedro Cantusio

Good music never gets old

pogospace

Sheer beautiful poetry from a man who is sorely missed.

Mitar

Vic, you will never be forgotten.

TR TR

I had the pleasure of having a drink with the man, briefly, in NY in 1996. He was hilarious. Full of jokes, ready to go at will.

Tyler Alford

Pretty heavy to put that weight on a medical staff...ya know since he killed himself.

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