Blue in the Face Lyrics
Oh Distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby development
Today summon the rug rat oblivious to what’s delicate.
Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling it.
There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it
Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the pouring’s half the entry
Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging our binging on public picket fencing Squirming in terms in conditions of un-sati fact destiny magnet
Where the ebenezer to cratchit ratio is tragic
Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants
I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion
A leader’s deception connection wiper with a barn responds his friend
With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for nothing
And that’s glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable for common slum cats
And the lemmings will follow you to the blood bath
All aboard that awful train through shames patch where I’d trade my window seat for one pane of replacement stain glass, see I’ve battled the gods of opacity
I don’t mind yall looking in, its just watching sim city steam slips under my skin
And im about half way to nausea, half way to contempt men
2 halves post made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment
Build a pen around master dome patriarch close to four peters
Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably ingenious
Let’s soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe strapped to dignity my symmetries vivid image still cant mimic the victory comfort is a crumb and I’m numb as fuck
Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to suck the life out of the crux like
1,2,3,4 and im a hug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the button
Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest target everyone
Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped the sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics
Baby tin blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the rivets
I’m sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know they know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop Rock shit watch this
With a front porch where I can char fire flies by night and smoke stogs till the day meets twilight, build me a home, build me a home with a green grass hill with runing a water in a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers build me a home with a basement and an attic where I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a home.
Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces gamble up patience fail blatant
Oak currents the end of war paintings stain plague community harking as wrapped
It’s overlooking out crops. Give you one life to laugh at catalog bliss on the least common attachment 10 seconds of glittering silence pilot is flight redefine stagnant
Most emotions host an entire lesson congressional less one stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now listen the pause heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has been fastened to the blimp side buy in my grin and clusters that’s better than colony my own fathers son is the holy ghost suck that theology I king for a day of peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids spots runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a ohh cry me a river a quarter how’d you afford that dog and sour dialogue I put my hook in the pond I put my worm In the hook I put my trust in the worm that he’d bring me something to cook
I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can on my pole with a note from the worm attached that read thanks for nothing asshole simple parables of nature making character giddy and riddle me a similar situation mix city quick but your honorable a lot doors to the monks blood thirsty barracuda serpents and report on powers of devil treatment church links im a fence sitter lips torn by both polars and their working I can only model throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy holist with a sovereignty harbored and charged my hate breed in a minute he’s picket spitting stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night I broke in bridges give us traps and tried to walk to get stogs just like hop scotch between polar caps and im, blue in the face when every second is a waste of breath
Making that classic mockery of every step Oh build me a home, build me a home please with a light in the window and a red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a sturdy frame and we can sit I’ll tell you something that you really want to know.
Homelessness and The American Dream!
"Your dreams is a needle in a needle stack" The best single lyric I have ever heard.
Aesop has some of the best examples and ways to say something that requires you to know a lot of stuff or do a lot or research. This is what "rap" should be if you ask me.
"1,2,3,4 and im a TUG dummy, hug the hungry" He is talking about paying taxes so people that don't work can have a life and food to eat.
"pull the lever push the button" Our job, that we do to pay taxes with, is a mindless job. We are like ants in an ant hill.
"Drink the garbage, split the homage, reap the harvest, target everyone" Do what your told and eat the crap food we give you, Homelessness is rising. We are reaping the harvest of a lack of investment in housing and social services, We are the ones to blame that it has gone so far and so bad.
"Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped the sweet leaf grief " We idolize the people in charge and we are a malleable people following their political agenda. The fire ant dropped the sweet leaf grief: I think this is about people smoking weed and doing mind altering drugs that help them to WAKE UP and see that they are just pawns in this whole thing and that they are being used, witch gives them grief and when they don't follow along with the agenda set before them, they give the people in charge grief and so on..
"your dreams a needle in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics" This is what the sweet leaf awoke in people to see. That the American dream is the same dream that everyone has and it's not hard to find a needle in a needle stack (compared to finding a needle in a hay stack) But the dream of owning a home and running a business is like a sharp needle that can pierce you or other people. Making you or others homeless from failed business and putting down so much on your house that when your business failed or your job laid you off because their business failed you lost everything and are now homeless. Like a cycle of working hard your whole life and then all the money you spent for a house is null and void because you missed one payment.
Aesop is a tru artist. Like the saying goes "One picture is worth a thousand words" one of Aesop songs is worth a billion thoughts and angles on society, culture, and life in general.
This song meaning is only one of many out there and someone else could interpret this differently or even better than me.