Aesop Rock - Infinity Fill Goose Down lyrics

The brand reads "Animal Farm"
A fugee on the lam
Runnin' with a lamb in my arms
Trail of rabbit's harboring the
Farmer's brand of cigars and cattle after
After that it's like a ramp to an arc
Planned a garlic salmon
Already romancing the fingerlings
When reminded why the ringer's off
It only ever "ring ring ring"
Out of radio silence a bad miracle
Panic in the paradigm
Attacking the familiar world
Evacuate, bleeding heart
I had to let the horses out
Who each step forward to bow
Free to ignore the corral
Freedom ain't a circle per
The management's "normal amount"
It's when the chorus vow to
Normalize the horse's mouth
Black Philip free to b-a-a what he b-a-a's
From a growing blob of
Jail-broken oxen and hogs
I know some pigs'll splinter off I
Seen 'em mixing with the bosses sipping gin
As if the trough is less
Prestigious than the office it isn't
Receiving a transmission from the future
Where your time around them humans ain't
Protect you from they butcher's Block
A bunch of us are meeting at
The moor behind the the Orkin
You coulda been a presence at the origin
Should you feel unsettled or
Some melting into madness
After entertaining more second chances
Than Velma's glasses from a person place or
Otherwise increasingly disruptive trend
You could always run the red, or break
The glass or jump the fence, yea

It was always all of a sudden
All's well 'til it's all of
His palm on the button
I am always into something
I am always into something

It was always all a whodunnit
All told, it was all of us up 'til it wasn't
I am always into something
I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I can introduce you to another realm
Help you with the move
But only you can go fuck yourself
Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor
With bumper to bumper sending turtle
Shells at one another
It's treasure hunters budding in some
Cannonball running of bulls
Sweating in the dead of summer
Red X on the bread and butter
Pardon while his pedal power
Shed the inseparable umbra
Reset the pecking order
Still ain't pick a second number
Detective on some "how you get
So mega extra ultra?"
I said "never check the weather and
Always dress for the tundra"
Merry "Dawn of the Mummy"
Heard a call in my slumber
Woke to a thousand years of sauce
Of the month in a bunker
Yum, you could be the lunker under pepper X
I feel like professor why
Why are all my friends depressed?
Why's this party feel like when I
Walked back into Selmer's Pets
In precious tears like "why are all
My tetra dead yet again?
Landspeed entirely contextual
Glacial pace grand prix
"space invader camera B!"
Cam or not, copy room, camp ground or canteen
Every time you stand down
I pop out yelling "and scene!"
Make a million paper cranes, blindfolded
Both arms stuck in different crane games
Underwater, over coals
Whole of his spirit above him
Call now, I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something

I am always into something