Parade - Vic Chesnutt

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 disappering

You left me with an ear ache

I spit into the swan lake saying

«what a hideous rewiev»

Saying, «what a hideous rewiev»

Weather, barometric pressaure

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