Glossolalia
Vic Chesnutt & Liz Durrett Lyrics


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I am a stranger
Lurking alone in my own
Vicious wilderness
While the meat in my chest
Squeezes and teases

A hulking hunger
Groping in motion
Balance is but
A shimmering notion

And lurching compelled
My soul in its special hell
Of wet mortal limits
Perpetually thirsting

But I bask in a beautiful
Byproduct
From twisting torque
Of dichotomy

What my eyes do see
In this spilling
Dead wicked desert

It dances, born of babble
Is now raison d'etre for the rabble
I sing my soul with tongue

A sword in the sunlight




Thrashing and flashing
Glossolalia

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Vic Chesnutt & Liz Durrett's song Glossolalia delve deep into the psyche of a person who feels like a stranger in their own world. The opening line "I am a stranger" immediately sets the tone of the song and the feeling of being lost and alone. The imagery of a "vicious wilderness" adds to the sense of danger and lack of safety in this person's mind.


The meat in the chest line is particularly interesting as it refers to the heart and describes how it squeezes and teases, possibly hinting at the feelings of anxiety and panic that can be overwhelming. The use of the phrase "hulking hunger" adds to this by making it seem like there is a physical force pushing this person forward. The idea of balance being a "shimmering notion" emphasizes the lack of control they feel.


The later verses describe how this person finds solace in their own sense of self-expression, even if it is incomprehensible to others. The "spilling dead wicked desert" is an evocative image that hints at death and decay, but then goes on to describe it as a source of dancing and energy. They sing their soul in "glossolalia" - a term that refers to speaking in tongues and the idea of communicating directly to their own soul.


The song is a beautifully crafted piece that offers a unique insight into the mind of someone struggling with their own thoughts and emotions. It offers a sense of hope that even in the darkest places, there is always a form of beauty to be found.


Line by Line Meaning

I am a stranger
I feel like an outsider


Lurking alone in my own
I isolate myself from others


Vicious wilderness
Deep emotional turmoil


While the meat in my chest
My emotions and feelings


Squeezes and teases
Causes me pain and discomfort


A hulking hunger
Intense desire


Groping in motion
Acting impulsively


Balance is but
Finding equilibrium seems impossible


A shimmering notion
A vague concept, difficult to attain


And lurching compelled
Being driven against my will


My soul in its special hell
My personal struggle


Of wet mortal limits
Being human and fallible


Perpetually thirsting
Longing for something unattainable


But I bask in a beautiful
Finding joy in the midst of pain


Byproduct
Unexpected result


From twisting torque
From internal conflict


Of dichotomy
Of opposing forces


What my eyes do see
My interpretation of the world


In this spilling
In this chaotic


Dead wicked desert
Lifeless and evil place


It dances, born of babble
Chaos gives birth to creativity


Is now raison d'etre for the rabble
It's the reason for other people's existence


I sing my soul with tongue
Expressing myself through music


A sword in the sunlight
Battling darkness and negativity


Thrashing and flashing
Moving and shining brightly


Glossolalia
Speaking in tongues




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@brianharris7243

absolutely spot on!! Any more Charles?

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