Deliver us from evil.
Litter bugged amoedba simmer on the brimestone.
Grime tone. Bring him home.
Authoritative restoration will be rationed righteously
to those deemed suitably fit to police their own sobriety.
Standard law that wriggle intimate,
mingle with coincidental mishap,
then snap. Curse the digs.
Yellow brick Zooka birthed the piss.
I trust that every litigant will be his own worst pig.
Thirst big, baby. I reckon y'all are a mess too,
but insecurities will make your bio sound less cool.
If fizzy lifting drinks are par for saddling your horse,
you might consider sawing Sea Biscuit off at the knees before.
Few chew sacred like them sewer cougars,
patient 'til the Lugar movers daytrip
with them super cookers blazing.
Divvy up the remarkable carcass, what a relief.
And y'all ain't even washed yesterday's blood off your teeth.
Behind the buck-bin Duane Reade aviators
plateed with the dookie brown tint
sit the googly off the daily paper.
Clip red or blue. Either way the shredder chew.
Letter to the editor messenger, let him through

Engine engine number nine,
sock it to me one more time.
Said uh, un-gowa, we got the power...
Automatic systematic engine number nine,
sock it to me one more time.
Said un-gowa we got the power.
Ok. Do your thing...
Family, do your thing, do your thing,
stop.

I put a beetle on his back and take notes.
Play a dealt hand.
Kicks wing tips 'til the tank flips conveyer belt.
Shelf a mayor saber for catering navy savior
help who treat stray children like clay pigeons off the sailor's deck.
He squeaks 'pull', I freak the wool over the owl eye;
filter sheepish hatching a plan to hate you.
Shark fin dollar pay a ghost guild buckets.
Hard pill to swallow and he knows pills, trust him.
Drunkards of the crystal palace suck assignment,
walk the diamonds in the soles of your chukkas
back to the slaves who mined 'em.
It's Raggedy Andy clan; fancy the pretty stitches
'til he learned the skinny on the fragility's physics.
Like he snag a button eye on the fly by the barbs.
Super glue the parts, now his students are alarmed.
No worries, it's snow flurries compared to what the sheriff wish:
curfew the city that must not. Bust warn shots at a run-of-mill
Waldo on a doctor hunt, he will make the most wonderful sarcophagus occupant.

Engine engine number nine,
sock it to me one more time.
Said uh, un-gowa, we got the power...
Automatic systematic engine number nine,
sock it to me one more time.
Said un-gowa we got the power.
Ok. Do your thing...
Family, do your thing, do your thing,
stop.

Rotten egg, not to be pegged as fasshionably tardy.
The difference is the latter got the freebies from the ebarkeep.
Wait, Aes-fucking-Rock is in the building.
The room looked up, looked down, kept sniffing.
Slit the neck and slip the chip in, sipping antii-governmental
zombie grog, but zombied up gladly on your Swiss Army watch.
As if twitching upon your authored condition's
really that different from administered conditioning glitches.
Kissing a firewater pitcher with the fatal Drano-chase game.
It's hiding in the Nang labeled with the day-glow face paint.
Some buckle when the T-Rex treks shakes the puddles.
My huggable jungle.
My son of a dove cry, humble, even doves die.
I took the hook the tag up like a flag over the plum sky.
Mud pie cruiser with an oink for the innocent,
I blame it on the ambiguous quote/unquote system.
If a quota needs some filling you're a whore.
Sincerely yours, engine number nine conductor. All aboard.

Engine engine number nine,
sock it to me one more time.
Said uh, un-gowa, we got the power...
Automatic systematic engine number nine,
sock it to me one more time.
Said un-gowa we got the power.
Ok. Do your thing...
Family, do your thing, do your thing,
stop.


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    General Commentthis is probably one of my favorite aes rock songs
    "Authoritative restoration will be rationed righteously
    to those deemed suitably fit to police their own sobriety"

    "I reckon y'all are a mess too,
    but insecurities will make your bio sound less cool.
    If fizzy lifting drinks are par for saddling your horse,
    you might consider sawing Sea Biscuit off at the knees before"

    he's a genius... but in the lyrics there's something missing after 'freak the wool over the owl eye'
    i think it's something like:
    'filter sheepish winter through his sister on the outside,
    meanwhile back at HQ, he's twisting his mustach hatching a plan to hate you'
    CCWMon February 26, 2010   Link
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    General CommentThis is one of my favorites of Aesop. I just wish someone smarter than me could interpret the lyrics. They puzzle me even after 10+ listen-throughs.

    I have a vague picture painted in my mind about someone in high authority corrupted by general selfishness and alcohol/pill abuse.

    "Hard pill to swallow, and he knows pills trust him"

    "No worries, it's snow flurries compared to what the sheriff wish:
    curfew the city that must not. Bust warn shots at a run-of-mill
    Waldo on a doctor hunt, he will make the most wonderful sarcophagus occupant."

    Please, anyone who thinks they can do better, feel free to correct me.
    MugOfSolaron November 29, 2011   Link

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