Styrofoam
Vic Chesnutt Lyrics


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Emotion drains
Like the contents of a cooler
My thorax is Styrofoam

I'm a cheap spent shell
And a bio hazard
Grind me up then mail me away
Maybe transmogrified
I'll be satisfied
That finally at long last I'm harmless

It is simply so
It's my chemical makeup
I slough it off every 28 days

So raise your hand
And ask yourself a question
But make it the powerful one

And if you answer by rote
And pap comes from your throat
Just tidy up and think of me in pieces

Yeah, the lousy poet in me can't lie no more
And the warrior in me
Has gone and died before
And that hard, handsome Olympian
Was forced to retire

So dig out the films
And all those yellowed clippings
Do them up then stash them for good

Then raise your hand




And ask yourself a question
But make it the powerful one

Overall Meaning

In Vic Chesnutt's song "Styrofoam," he describes the feeling of his emotions draining away like the contents of a cooler. He then likens himself to a spent shell, made of cheap materials like Styrofoam and potentially hazardous. He suggests that if he were ground up and mailed away, he might finally become harmless. Chesnutt then turns his attention to the connection between his body and his chemical makeup. He suggests that every 28 days he sloughs off a part of himself, like shedding skin or hair.


Line by Line Meaning

Emotion drains
My feelings are fading away


Like the contents of a cooler
Quickly and completely


My thorax is Styrofoam
I feel empty and insignificant


I'm a cheap spent shell
I'm worthless and depleted


And a bio hazard
I pose a threat to those around me


Grind me up then mail me away
Dispose of me and forget about me


Maybe transmogrified
Perhaps transformed into something better


I'll be satisfied
I'll finally feel content


That finally at long last I'm harmless
I no longer pose a threat


It is simply so
It's just the way things are


It's my chemical makeup
It's my nature


I slough it off every 28 days
I shed my skin, both literally and figuratively


So raise your hand
Take action


And ask yourself a question
Reflect on what truly matters


But make it the powerful one
Make it count


And if you answer by rote
If you give a rehearsed response


And pap comes from your throat
And you cannot express yourself sincerely


Just tidy up and think of me in pieces
Tidy up and forget about me


Yeah, the lousy poet in me can't lie no more
I cannot deceive myself anymore


And the warrior in me
My strength and resilience


Has gone and died before
Has already been defeated


And that hard, handsome Olympian
My former self, strong and capable


Was forced to retire
Was defeated and had to give up


So dig out the films
Look back on the past


And all those yellowed clippings
And all the old memories


Do them up then stash them for good
Pack them up and put them away


Then raise your hand
Take action


And ask yourself a question
Reflect on what truly matters


But make it the powerful one
Make it count




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Written by: VIC CHESNUTT

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