"Drawbridge" as written by and Ian Bavitz Anthony Simon....
[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man on a black horse
It's got all these tired parts where
We don't even sing at random
Princess, raise the drawbridge
We don't serve your kind
It ends where it begins
And the beginning isn't pretty
Can't forget that not-so-perfect
Bow around the middle ('round the middle, 'round the middle...)
Har-bour (???) [said like har-bow?]
And it goes a little something like this..
[Aesop Rock]
New walk in a broken sole (???), pedigree incessant
Got (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frame
The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame
Cut-throats the result of pope jokes soaked in poacher constants
And now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour)
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
Joined damaged mammoth brigading caper
Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser
I keep the spare wings strapped to my fuses
In case the hackers snatch the plumage
[Dose One]
So you mean these things are worth money
Now drifting off
This is the who-you-calling-homeless
Mock me fearful
Twisted ???? ???? and I got front row seats at the d-d-d-d-dead concert
And you're in it, Ichabod (???)
Running out of most (???) from the Alamo (???) we're moseying
My kind of people ???? ???? ???? ???? moseying (???)
With my eyes patched ???? ???? ???? universe
So I back it and gave my verdict (???) ???? ???? ???? ????
[Aesop Rock]
Oh it'll be soon (real soon)
???? ???? immune to doom blends
I eat ditch (???) in the kitchen 'til every spoon bends
A glance along tomorrow, sorry
Looking not at hopefuls (???), where's the raindance
My little flint never dreamed would flood unpotable
See I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste
Contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place (incoming)
Hmm, yo why not be a czar, analyze fallen heroics
Recognize root of the worship, search and hold it
Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I..
Chronicle sun combustible, donkey-punching pinholes
In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good (good)
Dr-rink up, slop a goblet of dirt wine (???),
I nurse a single application of introvert, serpentine
[Dose One]
Now a sunset without a scrape of red an-an-and plastic bag
Now sunk around his head (???) sick-sick-sick-sick... (???)
???? ???? ????
The sickness likeness in the roofer's eyes and his alone
And nothing terrible happened to the bag
???? ???? ???? ???? ????...
And brought on out...
And clouds...
The hiss cuts out... (???)
Suppose it's noise...
And the piano...
And the window frrraame... (???)
Sky and dirt that's fresh... kept
From where I'm going... holy other
Holy other, holy other, holy other...
[Aesop Rock]
be -be -be -be -be -But
I've got charcoals in my heart, I've got charcoals in my heart
I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart
I've got charcoals in my heart, but I've got charcoals in my heart
I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart
[Dose One]
And before, when I said 'Shut the fuck up, it's none of your business'
That was to be in vain
You shoulda locked that up when you're all finished
Finished yet? Now uhm...
I usually finish this number with uh... my skull up (???)
[Aesop Rock]
Everybody rally around the novel burners, spit, murder the matches
Where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions
Then the masses want to lean on me like 'O Captain, my Captain'
Not considering maybe this oarman hosts orbit attachments...
[Dose One]
Button, button, who's got the button (???)
Take my name, please...
Button, button, who's got the button (???)
Leaks the little checker-men made out of lightning in my ????
Oh, you like to help with goats (?!?) see what I got in this here locket
[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man on a black horse
And I can't forget the not-so-perfect bow around the middle
Har-bour (???)


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"Drawbridge" as written by Anthony Simon Adam Drucker

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    General Commentthis song makes me wet...
    d_lacyon May 05, 2003   Link
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    General CommentDose one is the shit. He has an awesome book out. I suggest everyone read it.
    RealFnShowon April 01, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThe REAL lyrics, as per "The Living Human Curiosity Sidewhow" book published by Aesop Rock, are:

    INTRO
    This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse. It's got all these tired parts where we don't even sing and random princess raise the drawbridge we don't serve your kind. It ends where it begins and the beginning isn't pretty, can't forget that not-so-perfect bow around the middle and it goes a little something like this.

    A.R. - Moon walking a broken sould pedigree incessant. Gut the cruddy frame. The zealouts enveloped inside the belly of the blame. Cutthroat's the result of pulp joke soaked in poacher constants, and not a jewel amidst coal wander prominent. Honor. I barter silk worms by the bucket like starter kits. Sew your first martyr stitch. Join damaged mammoth brigader caper. Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser. I keep a spare wing strapped to my fuses in case the hackers snatch the plumage.

    D.O. - So you mean these things are worth money now drifting off this is the who you calling homeless mighty fearful twisted and tonight I got front row tickets to the dead concert and your in it, Ichabod. Running out of morals for my allegory...Moseying and my kind of people will sell only circles... with my eyes patched in a not so new universe so I beckon and bray but my pretty bird just ain't muting the many...

    A.R. - Oh it'll be soon. Balloon immune to doom blend. I ain't ditchin' the kitchen 'til every spoon bends. A Glance among tomorrow's sorry looking lot of hopefuls was the rain dance my little flint never dreamed would flutter potable. I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste, contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place. Incoming. You wanna be a czar? Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the worship, search and hold it. Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible. Donkey punchin' pinholes in uncomfortable Zen conjunctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a goblet of dirt wine. I nurse a sincle appreciation of introvert serpentine.

    D.O. - A sunset with out a scrape of red and plastic bag noise sunk down around his head sick. Sick sick... Stealing a peak... There's sickness in the roofer's eyes and his alone and nothing terrible happened to the bag... Wrongs spilled off in and brought out on the clouds the hiss cut's out spills its voice into me and the window full of star is fresh kept from where I'm going or the other only other way art.

    A.R. - I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart.

    D.O. - And before when I said, "Shut the fuck up, it's none of your business," that was to be in vein... Be sure to lock that up when you're all finished... Finished yet? Uhh... Well, you see, I usually finish this number with... my skull open.
    Taobethon April 04, 2007   Link
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    General Comment(continued)
    A.R. - Everybody rally 'round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me like 'oh captain my captain, not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments.

    D.O. - "Button button, who's got the button?" Take my name... please... leaks the little gentle man made of lightning inside my lockbox... Oh you like to help with coats... Wait until you see what I got in this here locket

    OUTRO
    Taobethon April 04, 2007   Link
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    General Comment(continued)
    A.R. - Everybody rally 'round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me like 'oh captain my captain, not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments.

    D.O. - "Button button, who's got the button?" Take my name... please... leaks the little gentle man made of lightning inside my lockbox... Oh you like to help with coats... Wait until you see what I got in this here locket

    OUTRO
    Taobethon April 04, 2007   Link

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