My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler High up to the darkest sky Some Fourth of July spectacular And I shook it with an urgency I'll never, ever be able to repeat At times I might could be accused of being Painfully nostalgic But as of late, I'm looking forward to the future Though I've never been much of a planner Throwing caution into the fan Catch as catch as those catchers can And so all you observers in your scrutiny Don't count my scars like the tree rings My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties Are either smoked or honey cured By the panic pure Yes, yes, yes, yes By the panic pure And so all you observers in your scrutiny Don't count my scars like the tree rings My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties Are either smoked or honey cured By the panic pure Yes, yes, yes, yes By the panic pure
Oh God this takes me back, makes me so sad...
Stunning every time.
One of my favorite songs by Vic
What a great, great version of this song.
Bless you son, Hersh and Chesnutt are great =))
Just so beautiful...always moves me.
So beautiful
Pure Kristin/Vic. This nugget has light and hope and a dash of tragedy (like much of Mr. Chestnut's work, I'm learning). Thanks for posting.
InstaBlaster...
"there's fire comin' out of his mouth..."
muazzam
My earliest memory is of holding up a sparkler
High up to the darkest sky
Some Fourth of July spectacular
And I shook it with an urgency
I'll never, ever be able to repeat
At times I might could be accused of being
Painfully nostalgic
But as of late, I'm looking forward to the future
Though I've never been much of a planner
Throwing caution into the fan
Catch as catch as those catchers can
And so all you observers in your scrutiny
Don't count my scars like the tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured
By the panic pure
Yes, yes, yes, yes
By the panic pure
And so all you observers in your scrutiny
Don't count my scars like the tree rings
My jigsaw disposition, it's piecemeal properties
Are either smoked or honey cured
By the panic pure
Yes, yes, yes, yes
By the panic pure