Aesop Rock - Blood Sandwich lyrics

Yup! Steps up to the plate
Little brother, Little League, '87 he was 8
Rookie season for the skinny slugger
Newly out of T ball
Pit against a pitcher with a
Ripper you could eat off
Church, then a grip of loons
Run to third first
Granny yelling, "Go Cubs!"
Nose in her word-search
Seen MILFs like apes on a monolithic bleacher
Into advocating war and peace in
Lieu of sport and leisure
"Hi, Peggy!" I was 10
Chewing on a Sweet Tart
Little brother, left field, queen's guard
Mean arm knees bent, two out, two on bags
When I caught him staring down at
Something moving through the grass
Hold up tagged runner
And the whole cast rotate


Not before he could identify the culprit
Granny yelling, "Go Cubs!" Graham yelling
"Gopher!"
New left fielder give a fuck about a homer
Got a homie, little rodent
Head and shoulders out his hovel
No baseball in the bubble, ruh-roh
Parents thought it adorable
The players followed suit
Inning crawling to a close
Head coach not amused
Coach seeing red, coach on the diamond
Dragging 27 inches of aluminum behind him
When he transverse third
The families turn nervous
The following is a transcript
Of "Man vs vermin"
Here we go: man stands out by a hole
Pest pops up to patrol
Man plays live Whac-a-Mole
In a scene that would try
Every child as adults
Whoa, pall-bore with a ball mitt
Thrown over the fence, coach hit the bench
Both teams lose, "Good game, good game"
Granny yelling "Go Cubs!" Cubs ain't playing

My little brother is a funny dude
A lot of funny shit happened to him
My other brother pretty funny, too
Ain't seen him in a minute, though

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Just in case of rough waters
I want to put one up for my brothers
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I want to put one up for my brothers

Yup! Not a part of the machine
Big brother, big idea, '9-0, 16
Neubauten tee, plaid flannel laden
Adolescent art kid
Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim
And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend
Peel Sessions
In a Christian home for field testing
It's real youth in the palm of your hand
When your mom thinks Satan is
Involved in a band
We were buried in the Village Voice
Checking who was playing where
Pulled his head up out the paper
Pushing out a single tear five words
Like a beacon of light in the mist:
"Ministry live at the Ritz"
It was "Christ Has Risen"
To Chris, three loaves, two fish
Miracle of mechanized loops on two-inch
Coming to a theater he would
Be there in the flesh moms didn't say "No
" but she didn't say "Yes"
Cop tickets ah, the plot thickens
Countdown to ultimate concert experience
Ma still wary: "And why
Are they called Ministry?
Are they a cult?" Maybe
She would probably investigate
Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview
Read a couple sentences
Glanced at a pic or two or three
That's all no fair trial
Simply, "You will not be going to the show
And that's final!"
What occurred next were the top of the lungs
Of a son who, unjustly
Had lost what he loved
In a moment that would transcend
Anger to high art
Said, "This is something I am
Willing to die for!" can you even imagine?
A death in the fam from industrial fandom?
Anyway, no body count, no concert
And Chris kicked rocks in
His mismatched Converse

My older brother is a funny dude
A lot of funny shit happened to him
We hadn't spoken in a couple moons
I called him last night: "How you doing?"

The one the Th Th The one, the
Th The one, the the two, the three
Just in case of rough waters
I want to put one up for my brothers
Th The one, th The one, the
The one, the th the the two two, the three

Just in case of rough waters
I want to put one up for my brothers

The one the Th Th The one, the
Th The one, the the two, the three