Aesop Rock - Rogue Wave lyrics

Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]

[Aesop Rock - Rogue Wave lyrics]

Yeah a little bread, a little circus
It serve as a diversion for
Devils and death merchants
I was curled up underneath a swirling thread
Of reds and purples
Lumberjack flannel strappin' saddles
Over servals
Paddling in circles with ten thousand
Maniacs in Yankee caps
Who get to know the neighbors every
Time they tip the ladle back
Ragtag cats and canines
Who catch phat tags on
The fabric of space-time all work, no play
Dull boys rotate
Oldboy, Ghostface, Tolstoy, Coltrane
Throws up coffin nails, off the rails
Born bathed in a tornado of claws and tails
Got skulls on his sails
Cobras on the pleather
Salt-and-pepper soldiers barely holding
It together but supposedly awoke and down
To mobilize whenever
You're pretty much a Gomer Pyle to pester
Remember i'm Pop-O-Matic Trouble
I will commandeer the goulash
Under hockey hair zoom off on a blue
Ox through the blog-o-sphere
With poppies for your mama bear
Carrots for the Vitamix
Kibble for the puppies
Something bloody for the fire pit
Nevermind the appetizer writhing in
A spider web stare into it long enough
You biters just might find yourselves
Tea with the dark side slimer on speed-dial
Sleep on a couch or a street or a leaf pile
Our kind cannot be redeemed
I'm a cancer on the glamour
I can't with the "me me me"
No anesthesia surgeon with the signal
Jammers scrambling the feed
Distributing the panacea free all day
There is no amount of "Our Father"s
That could remedy the black dog
Breathing down his collar
Mi casa like I'm Oscar
Hot and poppin' out a flipped lid
Eyepatch, Prince wig disappearing grid blip
Stiff lip, sure to shit talk a centurion
Tsk-tsk, I don't really
Wiggle with invertebrates
Purp in the thurible
Offsides toss thine merch in the urinal
It's nothing personal
Dirtbag don, don't provoke him to act up
I'm golden
Doing doughnuts in the Totoro cat-bus
Everything I touch turn to black sludge
Bugs in the bag lunch
Punch through a Mack truck
Hunchback, get y'all acquainted
With the contagion nobody safe
Say hello to well beyond containment
I came for every cell between
The belfry and the basement
You maybe wanna telephone your favorites
We take it where the warlocks lock horns
Soda pop, popcorn
Top notch gore set to Bach over foghorns
Snotty nose, clogged pores, fork in his heart
Back away or catch a halo
Made of orbiting stars yeah
Transform in the dark
Got a dog nose sniffing out
The source of the snark
Got a cat's ears twitching every
Snap of a twig triangulate your position
A simple rabbit to skin i been a echo in the
Dark who demo applied science
At the parlay, barf rainbows and cry diamonds
Okay, ready Freddy
Headlong into creeping death
Respawn where you least expect
I could pick a pin and tumbler
Right in front of the guard
Out the front with another
Picasso under his arm
Hit the city limit still
Exhibiting his inner Caulfield, baby
I'm H-E double hockey sticks on wheels
New dawn, show him how the voodoo doll feels
Plus launch fireballs from the palm heels
On an otherwise slow day
This is how I row into the rogue wave, yo

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