Aesop Rock - Garbage lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Garbage lyrics]
The ritual goes, same window
Different visual
Wing of wax? Or wing of gold leaf? Choose one
Float or plummet 20, 000 cold leagues
My nourishment's provided in the summer
So then I wonder how y'all chasing dreams
When what's tangible still outruns you!
Hail dirty doll immaculate performance
Warm as the march of a billion torches
Forward to burn what I'm born in
Cut and paste alertness to
Current settings provided quick
Shimmy the pirate ship mass, spot the island
Sound the siren and about face
Let's salute the embraced pertinent generals
Who turned innocent hermit's
To burning spectacles
Flirtin' with a serpent working overtime
Drain the battery siphon the poison to flood
His majesty's hatchery
I was riding on a yellow bus
To where the brush thickens
And it ain't exactly plush pickings
I'd rather take the time to
Burn every last bridge
I've ever crossed beneath the sun
Than live my life knowing you may
One day follow me over one
Snake bite, breath too heavy to hold
Caught up in the wake of the
Red witch trying to swim it
Ran for the sake of dead
Cliques stripped of idyllic image
Steal a sloppy earth meal
Feed my pottery wheel to
Model colossal vision
Thrill, trucking with a bucket of pennies
I'm 'a drag my sneakers through the dirt
Like alligator bellies 'til the cloud burst
Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap
Little drummer boy vs thunderclap
In a city of garbage
Trying to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which
The artist meets the forest
Swing your little ax or be an
Oak tree if you can't
Either way adapt to circumstance or
Play your final hand
You don't know enigma
An attempt to bury the hatchet
Rendered me victim of deviltry
Plus wounded like stigmatics
Something's huffing hazardous
I smell an inch of difference
In this morning's pollution pistons
And how the loose ends drifted
My sour patch institution slipped in amidst
The invaders and pardon my tone
But this garden's grown fucking
Acres since my visit
Itching to count the layers in the blizzard
'Til that chapter where my family inserts
The dagger and twists it it's a carnival
Have you any sweets for my
Weary kin? It's a carnival
Have you any feed for my
Cheery grin? It's a carnival
Welcome, play our games, you'll never win
'Cuz it's that carnival where every
Freak show spectacle's your friend
And I'm a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
Anti-freeze to glacier
Cookin' a look of fiery nature
It's the ceiling feeling too heavy to bliss
The Ibeams for a fraction more
Collapsed and left 'I'm sorry'
Tacked to you door
Pitching my back to hell's kitchen
Back burner murder machinery released
Regardless of the pardons
Hitching my life to the leash of one minstrel
Sick of same window different visual
Same agnostic hostage different ritual
Plague, cooperative super colony clash
I heard you got a dust collection
Lemme see it
I duel as underdog vs forced adaptation
To the marvels of the now since then
My knuckles haven't once dragged
On the ground
In a city of garbage
Trying to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which
The artist meets the forest
Swing your little ax or be an
Oak tree if you can't
Either way adapt to circumstance or
Play your final hand
The ritual goes, same window different visual
Different visual
Wing of wax? Or wing of gold leaf? Choose one
Float or plummet 20, 000 cold leagues
My nourishment's provided in the summer
So then I wonder how y'all chasing dreams
When what's tangible still outruns you!
Hail dirty doll immaculate performance
Warm as the march of a billion torches
Forward to burn what I'm born in
Cut and paste alertness to
Current settings provided quick
Shimmy the pirate ship mass, spot the island
Sound the siren and about face
Let's salute the embraced pertinent generals
Who turned innocent hermit's
To burning spectacles
Flirtin' with a serpent working overtime
Drain the battery siphon the poison to flood
His majesty's hatchery
I was riding on a yellow bus
To where the brush thickens
And it ain't exactly plush pickings
I'd rather take the time to
Burn every last bridge
I've ever crossed beneath the sun
Than live my life knowing you may
One day follow me over one
Snake bite, breath too heavy to hold
Caught up in the wake of the
Red witch trying to swim it
Ran for the sake of dead
Cliques stripped of idyllic image
Steal a sloppy earth meal
Feed my pottery wheel to
Model colossal vision
Thrill, trucking with a bucket of pennies
I'm 'a drag my sneakers through the dirt
Like alligator bellies 'til the cloud burst
Honor and a loud thirst submersed in a trap
Little drummer boy vs thunderclap
In a city of garbage
Trying to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which
The artist meets the forest
Swing your little ax or be an
Oak tree if you can't
Either way adapt to circumstance or
Play your final hand
You don't know enigma
An attempt to bury the hatchet
Rendered me victim of deviltry
Plus wounded like stigmatics
Something's huffing hazardous
I smell an inch of difference
In this morning's pollution pistons
And how the loose ends drifted
My sour patch institution slipped in amidst
The invaders and pardon my tone
But this garden's grown fucking
Acres since my visit
Itching to count the layers in the blizzard
'Til that chapter where my family inserts
The dagger and twists it it's a carnival
Have you any sweets for my
Weary kin? It's a carnival
Have you any feed for my
Cheery grin? It's a carnival
Welcome, play our games, you'll never win
'Cuz it's that carnival where every
Freak show spectacle's your friend
And I'm a ghostly galleon
Tossed upon cloudy seas
Anti-freeze to glacier
Cookin' a look of fiery nature
It's the ceiling feeling too heavy to bliss
The Ibeams for a fraction more
Collapsed and left 'I'm sorry'
Tacked to you door
Pitching my back to hell's kitchen
Back burner murder machinery released
Regardless of the pardons
Hitching my life to the leash of one minstrel
Sick of same window different visual
Same agnostic hostage different ritual
Plague, cooperative super colony clash
I heard you got a dust collection
Lemme see it
I duel as underdog vs forced adaptation
To the marvels of the now since then
My knuckles haven't once dragged
On the ground
In a city of garbage
Trying to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which
The artist meets the forest
Swing your little ax or be an
Oak tree if you can't
Either way adapt to circumstance or
Play your final hand
The ritual goes, same window different visual