Aesop Rock - Marble Cake lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Marble Cake lyrics]
Come on
Born garbage day
Warden of the shawarma plate
Fork a naked eye
And trade survival tips with tardigrades
Ephemera burning where the morning look
Like haunted marble cake
Parkas and pajama pants
I'm part of what don't march-in-place
I'm partial to the closest roving
Pack of gnashing gums
Smoking out the local protein
Brokering the rabbit punch
I'm broken, fuck a focus
Group, fuck your folk, and Toto too
The produce of a pencil-neck who
Never met a social cue
Eye of the archfiend, appetite for alpha dogs
Step into the party with a
Killing jar and shadow box
Like "Who invited acid wash?"
I'm shopping for the mantelpiece
Overkill is catalogued and crammed
Into banana leaves
Polaroids around him like a
Visit from the Vantablack
Miniatures in Biggie shirts and minutes
That he can't get back
It isn't just gorillas in a camera trap
It triggers the history pack a little
Aftermath in every image look
I should paint a eye on the front door
I should tell time by the sun more
I want a flaming arrow shot
Into a creeping raft
I'm kidding I just want the
Cheapest shit you people have it's no thing
No displayed blazonry, unmistakably mutinous
The mood is disillusionment, shit
Even Cindy Lou Who quit i'm super stupid
Future looking tuna fish and suture kit
In route to mute the TV and a
View without a boot to lick
Bruised at the nucleus and drooling
Through the bells of war
Meet the neighbors when your
Resume is "skeleton-with-oar"
"Ummm, that's really cool your
Poodle made the paper"
Let's keep it at shoes in a elevator
He's a hat and coat
Floating with no discernible visage
The villains turn to their homies
Who mostly turn into crickets
I'm part of a larger ghosting
I go to work with the wizards
Who already voted homecoming theme
As a burning village
The damn shame campaign pivot when
You in the field
Thinning blood and newly surfacing disorder
Spin the wheel feeders out to slow the roll
Reaper on the protocol
People you confide in will be
Spotted eating rodents whole
I should hang a skull on the side door
I should drink water from the sky more
I want a thousand lanterns drifting
On a summers wind i'm only joking
Y'all can feed me to the fucking pigs
It's no thing
Marshmallows over magma from the
Mantle has been cancelled
How snappy can you adequately scaffold?
Happy canvassing the neighborhoods I'll never
Take advantage of his patron
As a patient they are plays
To be a phantom of nan under the bandages
Examine 'til he vanishes
I don't feel a social pull to
Show the wolves where grandma lives
I find deliverance from evil either
In a sedentary binge
Or spring interning with the cemetery winds
No stacked sash or accolades from authority
The backstory gets all back-into-a-corner-y
Abuses in the feeding tube
That circle back to eat at you
Bacteria that tip the hat
Adversity that gleam the cube
It's tit for tat with slippery
Aristocrats who pity cops
And brilliant rats who find the grit to
Slip out of the Skinner box
The moat's supposed to keep the rivals out
The calls are coming from inside the house
I should nail boards to the back door
I should feed squirrels from my hand more
I want to meet the maker in
A proper suit and shoes i'm lying
Let 'em find the body with the loot removed
It's no thing
Born garbage day
Warden of the shawarma plate
Fork a naked eye
And trade survival tips with tardigrades
Ephemera burning where the morning look
Like haunted marble cake
Parkas and pajama pants
I'm part of what don't march-in-place
I'm partial to the closest roving
Pack of gnashing gums
Smoking out the local protein
Brokering the rabbit punch
I'm broken, fuck a focus
Group, fuck your folk, and Toto too
The produce of a pencil-neck who
Never met a social cue
Eye of the archfiend, appetite for alpha dogs
Step into the party with a
Killing jar and shadow box
Like "Who invited acid wash?"
I'm shopping for the mantelpiece
Overkill is catalogued and crammed
Into banana leaves
Polaroids around him like a
Visit from the Vantablack
Miniatures in Biggie shirts and minutes
That he can't get back
It isn't just gorillas in a camera trap
It triggers the history pack a little
Aftermath in every image look
I should paint a eye on the front door
I should tell time by the sun more
I want a flaming arrow shot
Into a creeping raft
I'm kidding I just want the
Cheapest shit you people have it's no thing
No displayed blazonry, unmistakably mutinous
The mood is disillusionment, shit
Even Cindy Lou Who quit i'm super stupid
Future looking tuna fish and suture kit
In route to mute the TV and a
View without a boot to lick
Bruised at the nucleus and drooling
Through the bells of war
Meet the neighbors when your
Resume is "skeleton-with-oar"
"Ummm, that's really cool your
Poodle made the paper"
Let's keep it at shoes in a elevator
He's a hat and coat
Floating with no discernible visage
The villains turn to their homies
Who mostly turn into crickets
I'm part of a larger ghosting
I go to work with the wizards
Who already voted homecoming theme
As a burning village
The damn shame campaign pivot when
You in the field
Thinning blood and newly surfacing disorder
Spin the wheel feeders out to slow the roll
Reaper on the protocol
People you confide in will be
Spotted eating rodents whole
I should hang a skull on the side door
I should drink water from the sky more
I want a thousand lanterns drifting
On a summers wind i'm only joking
Y'all can feed me to the fucking pigs
It's no thing
Marshmallows over magma from the
Mantle has been cancelled
How snappy can you adequately scaffold?
Happy canvassing the neighborhoods I'll never
Take advantage of his patron
As a patient they are plays
To be a phantom of nan under the bandages
Examine 'til he vanishes
I don't feel a social pull to
Show the wolves where grandma lives
I find deliverance from evil either
In a sedentary binge
Or spring interning with the cemetery winds
No stacked sash or accolades from authority
The backstory gets all back-into-a-corner-y
Abuses in the feeding tube
That circle back to eat at you
Bacteria that tip the hat
Adversity that gleam the cube
It's tit for tat with slippery
Aristocrats who pity cops
And brilliant rats who find the grit to
Slip out of the Skinner box
The moat's supposed to keep the rivals out
The calls are coming from inside the house
I should nail boards to the back door
I should feed squirrels from my hand more
I want to meet the maker in
A proper suit and shoes i'm lying
Let 'em find the body with the loot removed
It's no thing