Kristin Hersh - Panic Pure (Vic Chesnutt)

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  • Опубликовано: 26 авг 2024
  • A Vic Chesnutt song, sung by Kristin Hersh; taken from the compilation album "Sweet Relief II: Gravity of the Situation"

Комментарии • 12

  • @Graupella
    @Graupella 12 лет назад +6

    Oh God this takes me back, makes me so sad...

  • @MoiraRussell
    @MoiraRussell 6 лет назад +5

    Stunning every time.

  • @daisywrabbit
    @daisywrabbit Год назад

    One of my favorite songs by Vic

  • @caseyflinch9237
    @caseyflinch9237 9 лет назад +4

    What a great, great version of this song.

  • @CyricDarkstar
    @CyricDarkstar 13 лет назад +3

    Bless you son, Hersh and Chesnutt are great =))

  • @davidsmallbones3655
    @davidsmallbones3655 7 лет назад +3

    Just so beautiful...always moves me.

  • @jamesfruin3441
    @jamesfruin3441 4 года назад +1

    So beautiful

  • @Ring0fSaturn
    @Ring0fSaturn 9 лет назад +7

    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.

  • @ahousefellonme
    @ahousefellonme 4 месяца назад

    "there's fire comin' out of his mouth..."

  • @KenanGuvenc
    @KenanGuvenc 10 лет назад +1

    muazzam

  • @denniswood7503
    @denniswood7503 Год назад

    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