Wallace Stevens
Vic Chesnutt Lyrics


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I saw a blackbird
Thirteen ways
Then strew a fist many
Mountains away
My evangelism felled
Brutally taken
By breezes that rubbed me
And lifted light raven

I stretched to borrow
Fine antebelleum
To encase all the scrapings
Of us civilised fellow
I wanted to stash them
To secretive cages




With that fabulous blackbird
Of thirteen stages

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Vic Chesnutt's "Wallace Stevens" reflect an appreciation for the complexities and nuances of language and meaning. The title of the song refers to the American poet Wallace Stevens, known for his philosophical and often abstract approach to poetry. The opening line, "I saw a blackbird / Thirteen ways," is a direct nod to Stevens' most famous poem, "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird." This poem contains thirteen different perspectives on the same blackbird, highlighting the many possibilities for interpretation and meaning that exist in language.


Chesnutt's lyrics continue with references to the fragility of belief and the difficulty of articulating one's ideas. The line "My evangelism felled / Brutally taken" suggests a loss of faith or conviction through some traumatic experience. In a similar vein, the lines "I wanted to stash them / To secretive cages" convey a desire to control and contain one's thoughts and ideas, perhaps out of fear of them being misunderstood or rejected.


Overall, the lyrics of "Wallace Stevens" showcase Chesnutt's skill as a wordsmith and his appreciation for the complexities of language and meaning. The song invites the listener to dive deeper into the intricacies of language and the human experience.


Line by Line Meaning

I saw a blackbird
I observed a blackbird.


Thirteen ways
The blackbird was perceived in thirteen different ways.


Then strew a fist many
The blackbird scattered multiple objects by flapping its wings.


Mountains away
The scattered objects flew very far.


My evangelism felled
My religious zealotry or ideological passion was defeated or destroyed.


Brutally taken
My zealotry was taken from me in a harsh manner.


By breezes that rubbed me
The destruction was caused by gentle air movements that touched me.


And lifted light raven
The air movements also caused a light bird to be lifted off the ground.


I stretched to borrow
I reached out to obtain something, likely money or power.


Fine antebelleum
Something old-fashioned or nostalgic.


To encase all the scrapings
To preserve all that is considered valuable or useful, even if it is in a disordered state.


Of us civilised fellow
Of the general population that is living in a civilized society.


I wanted to stash them
I desired to save these valuable things by hiding or hoarding them.


To secretive cages
To hiding places, where the valuable things would be kept safely from discovery.


With that fabulous blackbird
Together with the magnificent and versatile blackbird from before.


Of thirteen stages
Of the same bird that was perceived in thirteen different ways.




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Liam Cooper

Two great poets. Vic had pretty great taste.

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