Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic - Forward Compatibility Engine lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock, Rob Sonic - Forward Compatibility Engine lyrics]
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Roof dogs only roof dogs only
Holy mountain surf club
Goalie pads, bunker suit, work gloves
Surf's up be the first to shaka with
The scourge of god, circa now
Waving at the mountain goats and
"shoulda hired a sherpa" crowd it's perfect
Brick and mortar curling into character
That canopy
That cannonballing barreled in the aperture
Stupefied face of a driver in
The moment he realizes
He is ultimately just another passenger
Who is driving who
And who's at one with the upheaval?
Plus, who is gonna free you from
The stomach of what eat you?
You might just be that telephone that
Make the hunter's belly glow or better
Get ya pinged and guess the
Ringer though some jelly rolls
Cut the tracker out his neck at a Hess
I had to go in for napkins
Nobody so much as flinch
It's like they know what this is
Another floater out to own the night
Who maybe know the road
But doesn't know he doesn't own the rights
I put a flag on a island
Turned out to be the back of giant
When it woke one day in the spring
I said "Jane, stop this crazy thing"
Jane stop this crazy thing
Jane stop this crazy thing
Jane stop this crazy thing
Yeah, at devil's curve he
Passed an ailing dog
That bit into his shaping like the
Paving at the wailing wall
And trailing off of the panko he
Had Banjo'd for the village clout
Had only brought him closer to the
Brokers at the witch's house
Smoking jacket fit him even though
It was a size below
Bloated liver ribboning the crimson
Of his sinus holes
Anchors on his forearm told the
Story of this belly up
But hadn't quite been finalized
Or giantized by anyone heavy hums
Hissing lawns the jazz that
All his neighbors hate
From when he rode the last bus and
Made cap guns out of paper plates
Last month he was headed east
At least that's what he had in mind
The baggage was too heavy so instead
He headed back in time
Madeleines don't eat themselves but best
Believe the people will
When comfy in the cozy of getting
Groceries or the diesel bill
Seasons still going to change I guess
A rake is still a rake
I guess it is what it is
Until the breaks become a break
I put a flag on a island
Turned out to be the back of giant
When it woke one day in the spring
I said "Jane, stop this crazy thing"
Jane stop this crazy thing
Jane stop this crazy thing
Jane stop this crazy thing
Back-road workers
In the rye applying pressure
Where the map show serpents
Backbone of the disturbance
The smoke is notable if no deterrent
I been fevered in the cabin
Up and headed for the haunting
With my head in my extended hand
Perpetually coughing
I guess around the "S" around
The tentacles of Audrey
Started entertaining skeptics mighta second
Guess the calling
It's a strafe to the shoulder, an ego A
B avoidance
Against some certain death insurgency to boil
It to a coin flip
That said there's no boiler
At the appointment just a pulling out of
Hair hysterical over deployment
I'm a student of the blooper as
A part of the bit
It gets em whoopin' when I'm snoopy
With a scarf in the wind
Scanners report a flying saucer
Barfing cardinal sin
No mention of defense against some
Forces larger than it, look
I put a flag on a island
Turned out to be the back of giant
When it woke one day in the spring
I said "Jane, stop this crazy thing"
Jane stop this crazy thing
Jane stop this crazy thing
Jane stop this crazy thing