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• Artiste: Vic Chesnutt
• Titre: Parade
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Where did you go after the parade I wandered, searching for about an hour Then I parked it on a bench Shifting and sulking Those pesky little mosquitoes They nearly, nearly, nearly, nearly drained me Then a man dripping with vitalis Said I looked like Joe Namath He asked me did I used to be famous And I said "neighbor, I'm famously late" And I said "neighbor, I'm famously late" Where did you go after the parade You never even appeared to enjoy it I came out of it with a slight experience Drinking and howling at the natives You're a great at disappearing You left me with an ear ache I spit into the swan lake saying "what a hideous review" Saying, "what a hideous review" Weather, barometric pressure Push me to the ground My stomach is growling I always heard this was such a festive town But everybody over ten years old is frowning Everybody over ten years old is frowning Where did you go after the parade I didn't expecting you to be bolting away Remember the time you took me To see Harold and Maude 'cause I didn't know the meaning Of the word catharsis We are busy weaklings Poking around for reasons We are happy little heathens It's just time we both admit it It's time we both admit it