Aesop Rock - 1,000 O' Clock lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - 1,000 O' Clock lyrics]
Fasten your seatbelts, remove glasses
Bright lights, bright lights
I wear shoes to bed paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg Bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on
The streaming doppler
Screaming ‘uncle’ in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in
Differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded pd blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining
Through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybe just a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that
Your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawing‘ll haunt
Your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting room scrapped
On a silver screen that
Throws gummy bears back (attack)
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN) all these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Alright sensible sweater on ice
Devil horns high like shovels above a butter
Lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader squealing
"it's the real pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on
Concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the
Spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of
Spittle County 'Gore Police'
Or really any readily ebbing and
Flowing 'War and Peace'
1 plain brown Key Foods bag head
2 holes later I'll see
To this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of brotherhood back
In his cut palm it sucks
It's nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters
Of the morally snubbed
See my ‘Goodnight Irene' massacred flat
In the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "I'll have what he's having"
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN) all these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Aggravated brain stick, motion sick
They peel back slow and expose the whole shit
Brain set drum speed to ultimate
Break bones in the throws of moments so ill
Today a thousand sea lions got
Up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and
Secured for 20 years
Some said it was the food
Supply or shifting weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of
Scientists are baffled
In '89 maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident
Of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance ‘til the
Heart-warming story went public
You'll need a montage
Animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to
The pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to this
Morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated
Thoughts of my own, they go
Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning
It with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds
Sounds like your basic
Liberating moment of collective
"fuck fame" shit
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN) all these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Bright lights, bright lights
I wear shoes to bed paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg Bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on
The streaming doppler
Screaming ‘uncle’ in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in
Differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded pd blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining
Through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybe just a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that
Your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawing‘ll haunt
Your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting room scrapped
On a silver screen that
Throws gummy bears back (attack)
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN) all these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Alright sensible sweater on ice
Devil horns high like shovels above a butter
Lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader squealing
"it's the real pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on
Concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the
Spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of
Spittle County 'Gore Police'
Or really any readily ebbing and
Flowing 'War and Peace'
1 plain brown Key Foods bag head
2 holes later I'll see
To this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of brotherhood back
In his cut palm it sucks
It's nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters
Of the morally snubbed
See my ‘Goodnight Irene' massacred flat
In the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "I'll have what he's having"
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN) all these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men
Aggravated brain stick, motion sick
They peel back slow and expose the whole shit
Brain set drum speed to ultimate
Break bones in the throws of moments so ill
Today a thousand sea lions got
Up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and
Secured for 20 years
Some said it was the food
Supply or shifting weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of
Scientists are baffled
In '89 maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident
Of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance ‘til the
Heart-warming story went public
You'll need a montage
Animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to
The pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to this
Morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated
Thoughts of my own, they go
Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning
It with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds
Sounds like your basic
Liberating moment of collective
"fuck fame" shit
All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
(AGAIN) all these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men