Aesop Rock - Cycles to Gehenna lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Cycles to Gehenna lyrics]
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts
Any once pale horse painted gunmetal black
Face masking
Hard-shelled ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling
The clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented
Parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna"
Gets him floating over 20 buses
Fireproof and festive
Corners like a two-tired tiger
So a too-tired rider
Can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron saint
Of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape
Goes when you can't
Take your dead friends names out your phone
Eyes and teeth
New moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach
Every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands mandate
Bars an extension of the arms
They're mutating instead of being farmed
Tonight beneath a marmalade Venus
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard
Of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom
When your Zorlac's focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could lose
It to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly
The 30 odd year old gears thank Charlie
The scarf thank Mom's new hobby
Kssssht! copy
Eyes and teeth
New moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach
Every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
It was less of an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the
Helm of a magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra
Firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking order
The dreck between the whores
And Betty Ford-ers hug a double yellow spine
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product of a DIY inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta dodge
Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome
Traffic amassed against insufferable odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome walls of
Death splintering under me
All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo
Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts
Any once pale horse painted gunmetal black
Face masking
Hard-shelled ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling
The clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented
Parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna"
Gets him floating over 20 buses
Fireproof and festive
Corners like a two-tired tiger
So a too-tired rider
Can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron saint
Of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape
Goes when you can't
Take your dead friends names out your phone
Eyes and teeth
New moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach
Every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands mandate
Bars an extension of the arms
They're mutating instead of being farmed
Tonight beneath a marmalade Venus
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard
Of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom
When your Zorlac's focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could lose
It to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly
The 30 odd year old gears thank Charlie
The scarf thank Mom's new hobby
Kssssht! copy
Eyes and teeth
New moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach
Every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
It was less of an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the
Helm of a magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra
Firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking order
The dreck between the whores
And Betty Ford-ers hug a double yellow spine
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product of a DIY inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta dodge
Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome
Traffic amassed against insufferable odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome walls of
Death splintering under me
All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo
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