Boomerang

[Kimya Dawson]
I spun and I stood and I looked back at the good
And I remembered seeing ghosts and I remembered being tiny
I remembered always hiding with only flashlights' lighting
Had to pee when you found the best spot, bad timing
Climbing a dogwood, barking, in bloom
Stains singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom
Like a Harlem line, summertime, hootenanny barbecue
Screaming "I am fine," but I think they all knew
'Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams
Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies
And the clock tick-tocked, it was time to leave
I walked away from everyone and everything
And I thought when I left that I couldn't come back
With that old household, never home again
Then when I ran toward the one-man band
I began abandoning all my friends
[Aesop Rock]
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup, entirely divided from his hub
Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier
When building coverage out of rubber tires or guns out of thumbs
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Mother-ship transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Um, it's getting cold, sugar water getting warm
Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war
How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Having settled down several thousand miles from his blood
To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Trying to tunnel 'til he ankle deep in pay-dirt
Or halo deep in water, glub glub
Wondering if running is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning
[Hook] (x2)
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
[Kimya Dawson]
I went east with a hole to fill in my chest
I went west with it filled, off to build a nest
I'm impressed, I'm depressed, I'm the best, I'm a mess
With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast
And next, progress, twist-turn, digress
Busy busy busy busy busy busy, never rest
I missed the rest, as you might suspect
And I try to fly, but my wings are wet
A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs
Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun
So I here I stand with my hand out, cast a flame
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend
The worry makes me scurry into my own head
With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets
Sentimental obstacles... of course, it's me, not them
[Aesop Rock]
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
I'm four bald tires in the mud
When it's diner food or bust
Spiraling a sign of what's to come
While pretending I am fine with what I've done
I'm not, but homies say to appreciate the crisis
And treat 'em like they seen 'em with a second set of eyelids
Okay, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there
Long before I volunteered as unabashed and unaware
How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
When the mileage in the middle turn a siren to a hush
First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch
Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the whetstone
Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs
I headed west, planned to boomerang back
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
[Hook] (x2)