Aesop Rock - Citronella lyrics

I stood before the glittery
Borders of new radius
In search of the fabled city
Of mud and crushed velvet
What I found was a gutter
Where the love of entertainment
Meets the lust for blood and demerit's

Cutters of the pie throw your
Summers in the sky
Collar-pop Jolly Roger die motherfucker die
Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion
Snuck a jammy through the red
Tape and tiptoed past him
Worm teeth grinding feverishly below
As little organic hacksaws eager
To feed and grow
So when it's Blackhawk over the glass walk
They surface up through the cash crops
With clippers for your belly-up mascots
And never dine alone


Meanwhile, back at sea level
It was home by home zone for zone
Bloom County's homeless riot
For home ownership i hope you put gas in the
Motor-home and know the roads
I studied with the finest combs
Stuck under my thumb
As opposed to the loaded nose
Who pray Armageddon is numb
And that's unevenly rendered
To those who grew up thinking faith
Was a surrender of reason
But not a reason to surrender
Catch the Liberty Fire's catalog
Forty torched orchids and
Citronella for Algernon
Don and Vagabond alike repent
This shit should have been
Beta burns Babylon, the end

And when the radio stars climbed
Up out of the floors
To murder the medium that shot
'em thirty years before they said
Kill television kill television
Kill television difficult isn't it
And when the cutters of the pie
Throw their summers in the sky
No love lost baby, the future is so bright
Kill television kill television
Kill television difficult isn't it

Nothing says charm like an armored car
Taking the clone-farm 'tards to
The arms bazaar we were the homemade marker
Makers born to pour
The marsh ink into right guard parts
And march through the gauntlet of car alarms
No harps, no delusions of losing
With something prettier
Than ash around the metacarpal still
Clutching the teddy bears
But we can run with scissors
Through the city fair
Or situate the nuzzle with the
Subtle art of splitting hairs
Double park the shuttle
Some will arc the funneled cutty sark
Where budding narcs target the gushing
Heart in the muddy Clarks
These are the vices of the p noid bastards
Who will chew whatever tablets
Blur the axioms fastest
But crews lose lunches by the hundreds
Lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing
Humming keep your mouth closed
Keep your cows cloned, go
I am the pulse of this
Fucking town homes know
My what a convenient embargo
At least I'll always know which side of the
Gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from
The too-far-gone kicks, still in the box
Fix, still in the pill in his sock
Chilling, gill in the slop and
A million watch Gideon scribes
But once the arc honor pussy and bribes
The animals will divide
And that's a win for the garish
Who keep charity in the parish
While profiting off the lack of
A marriage amongst the classes

And when the radio stars climbed
Up out of the floors
To murder the medium that shot
'em thirty years before they said
Kill television kill television
Kill television difficult isn't it
And when the cutters of the pie
Throw their summers in the sky
No love lost baby, the future is so bright
Kill television kill television
Kill television difficult isn't it

The mobile infantry is so postal
Coast into the quotient provoking
The local Pistol Pete
Choking his liberty and justice quotas and
Cloaking his folk in smithereens
Smokey little pile of bloody
Pulp and co-dependencies
Dopey, no surrender, bender in effect
Sole defenders of the longest night
New York had never slept
And there were jumping jacks
And whistlers over Christmas
Like Rockets From The Crypt spilling the
Festive morning beverage of your preference
I step in Hog Heaven, stony, with no weapons
Pissing on teleprompters
Selling megaphones to hecklers
Who broadcast eighty million versions
Of the sermon
For that one indisputable masterpiece
Before the curtains
Pale, Arcadian moon, high-definition
Flat plasma iMAX, city-wide transfer
Artificial Einstein-Rosen out the tenement
Ease into the Xanadu
Let it hammer the tension out
I'm talking cool, calm, dominant phenomenal
Monitor face to the wall opposite
UFO's and locusts sing the same old song
While the Weathermen get retarded as
The day is long

And when the radio stars climbed
Up out of the floors
To murder the medium that shot
'em thirty years before they said
Kill television kill television
Kill television difficult isn't it
And when the cutters of the pie
Throw their summers in the sky
No love lost baby, the future is so bright
Kill television kill television
Kill television difficult isn't it