| Aesop Rock – Basic Cable Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..." television. all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy murderscape bent perspective. fuck a soar channel change digit, i sit with a nasty network intravenous plan with a staple diet of my cable pirate. the doctor is in, the doctor is on. born a bastard son of static radiants cloned and welcomed in every home. let a blue screen bruise dream canopy. victim of the cursed nurse technicolor drunk support team. i love all advertisements, though accused by robot newscasters to capture and pollute spoon-fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad. please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie. please, i want to donate my brain to the monstrous panasonic prophet. now, 21st century plague dispersed to wide-eyed glamour addict patients, telecast patrons. glue me to propaganda banners. well, sure i'll be a marine with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream. and i abide, great idiot box power supply fuzz vapor. black out in new york? hey honey, get the generator. i'm in a doom generator pacing. ancient electric secret: never sleep in to miss the A.M. oasis. "hi, my name is ..." a wired heart sloppy obligation turned my stilt into my guilt, inhabit shadow box blame frame adjacent station. make reality scramble to suck the life out of a hidden vandal and loving every minute of the gimmick. change the channel. plug it in, turn it on. prop me up against the couch. lights out, i ain't ever gonna have to leave my house. satellite dish kit up on my wishlist, turn me to a tyrant. let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance. plug it in, turn it on. be my mother when she's gone. great, wipe the spittle off my chinny chin during the breaks. if i gotta go blind, i'ma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, that's fine. make me a star. i want to touch gold. hold me suspended in a dream merely inches from the screen. deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster, crucify my little future to the monitor. damn it feels good. turn on, tune in, zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function, but the children seem to love it. smother me in wild discovery and herd the static flock to where i sleep by the glow of that magic box. speaker. stereo mastered orphan kid of freak seekers, eyes spiraling. tangled in the star spangled wiring. i could surf intoxicated visuals 'til all the kings' horses abort the loyalty to royalty. fuck the fortress. riddle me with glee. hoist the end all teleprompter above my sleeping head. i'll be dead by morning anyway. color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal, picket censorship. i want commercials 24-7, i want to shop from my bed and make an example for all my overworked underpaid brethren. i bond with a sin stricken correspondence and lurk in circuitry circus with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface. adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts, channel zero addict immaculate. it goes big screen, little screen, any screen will do. just let me hold the controller and i won't have to murder you. plug it in, turn it on. let my little eyes glaze. twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze. i want to see the five day forecast fourteen days in advance so i can give my two weeks notice every time the sun dance. plug it in, turn it on. silent flicks better than nothing. let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist. the viciousness ridiculous, piquing a dummy's interest. touch the power button, meet your maker; ain't that something? plug it in, turn it on. say goodbye to sunday afternoon. fix the antenna, sit back, and let disaster bloom. it's a beautiful sight with a most ugly intention, but i taste it every day and bathe inside the consequences. plug it in, turn it on. never once have you talked back to me, your majesty. i love you. i despise you. my everyday is sitcoms, soaps, news, bad dramatization. come along with me, my friend, for the most glorious sensation. |
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| Aesop Rock – I'll Be OK (feat. Slug) Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..." burn it down. path of circles round your life to capture all inside your sight. magic tricks for skeptic sake; the ice is thin, stay off the lake. waiting for a clock to punch, wish i could breathe and stop for lunch. if i stopped to count the leaves on only one of these here trees, not sure that i know what's pure, just wanna kill my insecure. some respect, some resent, some remain from start to end. wear my heart on my short sleeves, i'm stuck out here, i lost my keys. from the roof i watch the street and pray for those that's caught beneath. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. i don't know what i have left to give other than truth and breath. angel when she shuts her eyes likely will lead to my demise. in between my time is short, about to start my last resort. wake me up when it's time to make babies talk and planet earthquake. tie your laces, touch the ground, and let emotions rupture now. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. well as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing. i wanna lift every yellow brick. i've never felt pressured to have to justify my selfishness, at least not to you and yours, maybe just my friends and fellowships. as long as the mood is somehow linked to my enhanced development, i swear they'll understand. there's a storm outside my tenement. beats upon the windows with mother nature's adrenaline. i guess that's why my homie blockhead stays glued to the televis. now i look less intelligent cuz i'm the one that tried to bare the elements and lost. well it's warm by the filament, huddled up close in the company of all my relatives. stories, laughs, black coffee, and honest to god sentiment. cocooned inside the unified efforts to all get settled in away from where the rain pours. well, count your delegates. weed out the bums who practice migration other than elegant. of course i realize the filtering procedure's delicate, but let devils inside to collide with your overzealousness and fall to rock bottom. spot 'em with their carelessness. the urge could burst and turn even those pacifist to militant. you can't even have half a free second to become jealous in. you gotta aim, fire, and aspire to be model veteran buried in merit badges. i'm stuck in the center and could care less about the eye of the storm and its monstrous measurements. i got a defense that i call coolin' with my brethren. sometimes i get wet but it's better than risking life and limb to me, don't you agree? as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing my songs. as long as i know right from wrong, i'll be okay, i'll sing. if you wanna push, then i'm ready to push. but if you're pulling while i'm pushing, then why'd you ask me to push? |
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| Aesop Rock – Big Bang Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..." well, so we meet again. now, he said he's ... he said he's grown spiritual since the last one. hmm, okay. this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects, where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh. poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse and buggy mechanisms tugged a portion of my severed vision. the gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget. every man's got a field to plow, i know that now. but it's like man, i really can't afford the oxen, fee fie, et cetera; i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking. i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone. i get swept in the pressure cooker trying to paddle back home. i get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention by eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences. now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering. and when the groom presents the ring, the bride commenced the blistering. it's textbook magnificently crude. prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal. treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure. cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous, beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar. i rock ready, aim, fire, while y'all rock ready, fire, aim, then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame. merit badge marksman or poacher? it's all the same, so i lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottleneck effect, sorta born deaf, alien to shallow alchemy. if you gonna metamorph the base metal to precious, might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants. i'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window. left an s.o.s. infested bottle nestled in its grip so with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow, i observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils. fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment. despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson. if i made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim, there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system. sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption gutter-bug alumnus candidates. well, i'll promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip, bitch. godspeed. straight-jacketed ragged approach to circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly from a bc generation disgust community movement alluding to a "no blood given, no recognition" life manner. i was up all night with a rusty hammer trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered. but to that certain lack of avail, i sail a choppy lot with bouyancy like a bucket of rocks. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. big bang. big, big bang. it's getting bigger by the second, check it. okay, i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell. i shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel. i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals. i'm broken arrow to the fucking bone. broken poem. i don't really believe in god, but god, i'm scared to death of god. i swear to god i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod, but it's like i hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the saber's edge enough times to splice antichrist's favorite pledge. i wanna know myself. sorta solo sheep amidst wolves, and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls. i push the ghouls to man overboard, pull the bulls onto my sword and buckle down in the corner chair by the round table floored. got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar. got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over. the recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity by stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully. i peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers. cauterize the wounds and head's like gimme gimme something major. roadside prophetic ascend well, enveloped in a mummy ribbon system, blistering in a wishing well, big bang. |
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| Aesop Rock – Commencement (At the Obedience Academy) Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..." i fell asleep again; i wasn't ready for it. the harvest appeared less plentiful than last season. i imagine sloppy seed handling evoked a stroke of tardy planting, and the crops we'd have harnessed mid-november had only brushed the blossom bracket, then soon sacrificed lives to icicle jackets when the frost hit. i sunk to find the warmth beneath the mosses with a plan to tunnel past after the rains had run their courses, but alas, the portraits of these frostbit corpses tortured in the grass offered this torch supporter one tall glass of nauseous, and i'm asking you: why's the spy supply hiding in strangers when they know atop the food chain i could spot biters for acres? now be gracious, these minstrels turned the bully cycle civil by dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels. the upbringing of self-styled freedom brigade investors and their studies connecting one-hit wonders with dust collectors puts it down. it's down beneath the sappy sing-alongs, let's take it further down, we'll let dante decide which ring i'm on. nova. the elders took positions and the fans marched, parched, plain and steamed hawking the rain in my canteen. now i'm like point: i guess i could spare a splash for a couple of heads. counterpoint: during my famine i never got broke your bread. well, equation of intrigue, yes yes. let me fence-sit for a bit. these tense lips need soaking before i hand out tokens. shut the fuck up. drama like kabuki with a heart of dirt, skull fucked crossbones, hence my birth. it hurts. check, check, check. must not sleep. must warn others. trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. i milk my habitat for almost everything i want. sometimes i take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut and i'm like must not sleep. must warn others. trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. i'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times. that's why i'm touring with this warning. feel it, it's like crowning the glory of our advance. fire ants to water beetles. freemasons adjacent to pacing on pins and needles. pupil turned pedagogue, benediction to my dream, beaming a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine. check it, i'll pluck the petals off a classic blood rose one at a time, gripping the stem in right; invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline. it's a metaphor for nighttime. ante up the slight cost of exhaustion to salute the moon above paradise lost, and you're a spectator, scrinching. inch by sacred inch shoveling coal into my earthworm soul. burrow up through the dirt with bloody digit, lick my knuckles clean, noting the corporate clusters holding hands around the abode of the damned. now what's your poison? starlight in a maser with a nicotine chaser. sip it clean, savor the taste to sit and dream later. the eyelids pivot back upon the hinges twenty miles across the glassy eyed window of wonders to passersby. now i'm six foot four with a six-floor walk up just to recline with no free time. the alarm storms at nine. my daytime's on some "yes, sir. okay, sir. right away, sir. sir, do you mind if i breathe, sir? oh you do? well excuse me, sir, fuck you." i breathe slow. i run in with these fantastic amalgams painting casket-bound careers to peers gunning with plastic albums. security's the javelin, catch it. labor. clocked in at '76, and haven't clocked out ever since. must not sleep. must warn others. trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. i milk my habitat for almost everything i want. sometimes i take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut and it's like must not sleep. must warn others. trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. i'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times. that's why i'm touring with this warning. feel it, it's like must not sleep. must warn others. trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. i milk my habitat for almost everything i want. sometimes i take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut and it's like must not sleep. must warn others. trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers. i'm tryin' to walk on top of sunshine but it's ridiculous at times. that's why i'm touring with this warning. feel it, it's like that. |
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| Aesop Rock – Float Lyrics | 20 years ago |
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this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..." so i heard y'all wanna float. yo, this fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring; the prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing. i'm broke. i know a walking corpse who'd spit icicle dagger to slit throat quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope. h...o...p...e. i paint a portrait from my cell called life inside the tortoise shell, tortured, orbiting hell's orchard, intrigued but not compelled. i smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my quarters, order one canteen of liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter. now is you is the villain of my kabuki hologram, cuz i hobble with hollow hands; please pan the nozzle. we see intent to reinvent dream application with homage to ancients but honor modern replacements circling now basics. fresh. i'm bilbo baggins with stilts tipping the petri dish, beached fish on the shores where the feast of wits eats the corpse. divvy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible; now that's a harp of a different color, yeah, but the song remains identical. i am not a crook. i cook the wick at both ends just to blend that element of chance with my tightrope dance. life, sight beyond. fire ant with hunger pain gut be gone. belong to something civil, saint, cuz this rembrandt paints on. and it's a cold canvas lodged in the gut of atlantis. some present impressive lung, some truly learn what a death chant is. i alone personify mankind's collective sulk as the result of one angry zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk. face it, die. place it on the shelf next to the portrait mommy gave you of the day it rained but y'all posed by the slave ship anyway. how sweet. make it rain 'til the levy breaks. my fetus breeds as a combine of father time and his sweetest concubine, wine. and it saddens me like televised casualties. i'll be hung in the village square in exactly five minutes; you don't wanna miss it. as a token of my discontent regarding the equation, i'm officially closed for consultation. i float. while everyone around me's busy drowning, i float. |
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