Glossolalia
Vic Chesnutt & Liz Durrett Lyrics
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Lurking alone in my own
Vicious wilderness
While the meat in my chest
Squeezes and teases
A hulking hunger
Groping in motion
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
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
Contributed by Kayla E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@brianharris7243
absolutely spot on!! Any more Charles?