Aesop Rock - Oxygen lyrics

I'm twice born, once in 7-something
Once as the resurrection
Of honorable function
Been shoveling coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire
A permanent kink in the posture
The maintenance of icicle spirit by
The warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
I'm a sovereignty columnist
Fathering doom document
Curséd version of a certain
Virgin Mary womb occupant

(Oh my Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
Seems like I woke up in yesterday again
Another day, another dream…)

I know swamp rats who
Never suckled oxygen purification
Sure as blurry mayhem had ‘em spent
(Zen freeze) stuck until my friend leaves
Puppet for the plummet committee
Sputtering bum
Numb enough to stomach the city
Who’s that hugging the
Silhouetted willows where
The hill’s crest pan out?
Barter candy-coated crab apples and
Sugar-dipped death hand outs
I got a plan, I'll tourniquet my quest
Then feed a needle in the bad
Ending to mute the mess
When patience gallops with absentee ballots
I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind’s hostility
Function with a (heave)
Paling in comparison to Matthias, Goliath
Lies the rickety frame of the wicked silence
I died the day my nameless
Creator and I bumped eyelids
Swear to Christ we saw the
Same thing for a second (What’s that?)
The grand mosaic depicting historical
Glory of the legend
Nursed me through the time stick-and-stone
Mixers hexed my fertile crescent
Now all's well
I'm laughing on the inside I swear
Just trying to keep my head
Above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with
Buddy system symmetrics morbidly
So every second of
Discontent’s logged accordingly
Now let’s turn mummy subtle perfection
To preserve glory condition
And pray for the day a
Starchild tugs the ribbon
Better land a two hand grip
On that spoonful-of-sugar medical chaser
Credible crazer antidote's terrible
Taste her barter with a Stolen Soul Peddler
Pigeon backed feather pen
Never said a grin implied health
Consider me a mobile advertisement
For that hybrid
Blend of fabrics I deemed practical
Now is you is or is you ain’t compatible?
I feel the wind in my opinions
Plus hyper clutched to crush
One’s gingerbread tenement awful
It’s like the day the great
Oak met the sawmill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion
Meets the reaper
At the hand of one man’s tantrums
My friend’s got a book about
Dreams i look and laugh
I dreamed a book about my friends
And still can’t decipher the half
Chatterbox now let a soothsayer major
Cater to a kinked breed
Battered on the brink of disease
(Well) I am (skin and bones)
I am (sin and poems) , i am (tin and chrome)
Grin and groans, fuck it
I’m tinted quinacridone
Blow the petals off a dandelion trying
To make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I’d
Actually accomplished something
Fortify the bullies
Let a joke soak in the treatment
Sit and watch the percentages
Teeter on the evening
Caught a ghost up in the fuselage seconds
Before the cog dropped to the sticks
And stared him down until he fixed it

Oh, fashion? It’s cool and all
But what about God?
(Oh God? well he’s the man, but I mean
What about reading?) what like novels? Man
That don’t hold my attention
How about television?
(Television hurts my brain how about
Walking in the rain?)
Oh I hate walking it’s boring how
About some old-fashioned gone fishin'?
(yeah, fishing’s great
But I just hate hooking the bait let’s dance)
Nah, I got two left feet plus
Motion sickness how about breakfast?
(Man I’m hungry, but that means I'mma have
To borrow some money) let’s fly a kite
(Let’s burn the generals) let’s
Sell lemonade (Let’s drink)
Let’s poke a hole inside the
Tugboat, ease on back, and watch it sink
(Nah, let’s fail a pupil once a year
At random to shake the academy)
Casually note the blossom
Of phantom alignment (Strategy)

Well, I’ll make a waterfall out
Of water and autumn
Sorta caught ‘em when their
Guards mimicked the
Vintage knuckle drag sagged in the coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance
With a most cohesive spirit
Cried a river yesterday
Ain’t shed a tear since ‘Gimmie gimmie’
Crooned the Old Yeller community cartoon
The carousel ballooned extravagant aware
Inviting, yet I’m sworn to adamant manner
And saddle in worn head, thorax, and abdomen
To primitive horseback galloping
My index finger’s dressed in my talisman
Branded up in the jackal skin
I spy mark of the product
Well, one must pardon ye
Old common sheep detour
Weaving graceful through the
Prime directive column
Pray the virus retreats to allotted phylum
Beanstalk with a fiend walk and
My name is mud but that’s got a ring to it
So my soil welcomes the flood
I walk as God’s practical joke on man
Practically broke
And if they raise my rent again
I’ll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spit silk dimension through the
Noose looped by the rafters?
After lack of reasoning, dead ‘em
(It’s like "three, two, one, bedlam")
Ooh, I’m hung i clung to hope
But see you in hell
I’ll be that clear blue icicle
That simply refused to melt
Sturdy iron grillage, tin can skeleton
Skull of a thousand
Dilapidated dream remnants
Here to convict based on a
Tin bucket of evidence
That stairway to heaven’s merely a legend
So the peasants dream well

(Blesséd peasants, blesséd peasant dream well
Every blesséd peasant’s just trying
To dream well…)