Aesop Rock - Crows 1 lyrics

Birds of a black
Black feather stick together forever and ever
And they always remember you
And all of the shit you do
They pass it to the baby birdies
And then they remember too
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black
Without forgetting the face of the
Guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you
Scream or will you laugh?
Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black

4 and 20 gory pantone
Black crows shredding innards
The silhouettes are fencing lefty scissors
Separating horn and hoof as
Evil's own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all
Your deadest friends and neighbors
Buy the getty image, green-cheese moon


Dead-of-winter shit, graveyard tchk! tchk!
Shifter shit, brother was a face card
Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel
Of woven branches leaning
In over his hydro-plaining pace car chase
Wait up let me isolate the bass more
Gate of god's acre aim to rake the snow off
Each forsaken name here
Supposedly closure'l free the vipers
Out the bosom
Personally I think it's a bunch of bullshit
Prisoners, tradition is for lovers
God forbid he flip the
Witch against her coven
On some ‘dip or play the dozens‘
Now I baptize skips in
Larvae and dental records
On a little plot pregnant
With 6 million sentence-enders

Little baby blue eye's eyes turn black

OK and the tech support for
Tragedy's emphatically horrendous
Teenage operators explaining what
Bated breath is
Pass, I wish it were something I
Could diagram on a napkin so
You won't feel so detached if it
Should happen to you privately
Publicly your shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split the button eye and burlap doll
Crack the crypt bats eject like cousin
Death's wing-ed lapdogs
Ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this whole shit
Down for all you half-goat cowards
I'll even grit my teeth for you
I am so completely off the god damn grid
It's not a question of addressing me
It's "what do these symbols
Under the dresser mean"
Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons
Through the entropy for good young
Could've used a good lung
Still, proximity to corpses wasn't
Nothing to the kid but unforgiving science
Or cinematic horrors fast forward
My knee in the gut of a glass coffin
"remember that cow in the
Dean's office?" seems awkward
And I know your people donated pints
To the same pavement but for
Ash and bone to share a
Space with strangers seems outrageous
Ain't it?
Maybe a dialogue of howls that reshapes
The jowls and face somehow
Relates to whatever you have found
Among a thousand cloned shrines
Either way - dope stone lion

And they call to let you know your
Friend is dead in a box
The crows have the tools to get
The meat out of the box
Scientific, ritualistic
Headstone cold foxes still rot
I'm not gonna rot, no, fuck that snot
You can let them let you rot, man
But I'm not going to watch
I'm not gonna stand atop your plot
I love you friends, but I'm just not
On the other hand if your ashes
Are scattered in the sea
I will swim in the sea and you'll be with me
And if your shit is scattered at
The roots of a tree i will climb that tree

Everything you think you're hiding shows
In the way you view the graves
Like a string of tiny thrones
Messages you'd tucked away for
Keeps has resurfaced to
Be heard amidst the butchery and beaks
You don't want the passengers to pass
You want each cow taxidermied
Fatter than the last
Mausoleum lighting is a rush
While it might enhance a silhouette
It might expose a crutch
A proud chest puffed to the heavens
Holds nothing if we're cutting past
The muscle and the tendon
And we will be cutting past
The muscle and the tendon