Aesop Rock - Salt lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Salt lyrics]
Severe cold, stare at the code
Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
Let me clear my throat
(Let me clear my throat)
Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
Invoke a spirit from the parallel
Appearing as unwelcome news
That drag you to the shadow realm
And back for show and tell at school
Promising a future more
Bedraggled than bedazzled
When, "It isn't you, it's me
" began the dagger to the scabbard
Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
Dorm like a door to Hell
The doorbell plays Taps
Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
A casualty of otherness
What the fuck's an olive branch?
Rats as big as cattle
Sent to Babylon convulsing
The home sweet home that sees you
As bag of hostile protein
While I do believe that you believe you're
Adding to the magic of the motif
Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
Fuck the police
I'm floating out with the Camazotz
Property of nada
Runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
Roger that
Cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
His middle fingers wear little safari hats
Chainsaw shave in the house
Of a thousand tonics
They're magic if you need a cure
For lack of sour vomit son, it's not a thing
Everywhere I go
I call to make sure there's a fog machine
Posse up and follow the anomalies
That's a unique wind
Spun a whip out in the snow
Really ain't got shit
Your condition is not a condition we know
Maximum effect maximum effect
The rats are back and built their own ship
They're backstroking faster than the old ship
A rat's a rat, it scatters
That's like it's magic power
The bowing out it when your house
Is being smashed to powder
Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
Ravens deliver him trinketry
In eternal damnation
I make disturbing the stasis a game
To beat when the mania boils
Even the days when the pavement's
Keeping his platelets employed
Stole an ox on occasion
I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
Okay I'll name one
It's the rod of fuck the nonsense
A basic wave and nod'll
Turn bravado into fondant
We slalom from beyond the
Wildly oscillating compass
Whether you connect the dots or not
Is truly not my problem
Familiar with the color of
Permanent cloud cover
Though I've heard there might be others
I'll buy it when it buffers
Until then a dry and lifeless
Pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
In a bubble watching dumpster
Fires multiply in numbers
I know that fear and love and death and
Pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
Though it's unclear what some
Closure might encompass
A bid to visit symmetry from
Civil war and swim ashore
Sob story same as yours, but a little more
Ha i'm in the alley pacing
I'm skirting curtain call
I make my hospital corners in
A circle of salt
That's a unique prayer
Pretty nervous on the low
Only came up for air
You condition is not a condition we know
Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
Let me clear my throat
(Let me clear my throat)
Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
Invoke a spirit from the parallel
Appearing as unwelcome news
That drag you to the shadow realm
And back for show and tell at school
Promising a future more
Bedraggled than bedazzled
When, "It isn't you, it's me
" began the dagger to the scabbard
Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
Dorm like a door to Hell
The doorbell plays Taps
Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
A casualty of otherness
What the fuck's an olive branch?
Rats as big as cattle
Sent to Babylon convulsing
The home sweet home that sees you
As bag of hostile protein
While I do believe that you believe you're
Adding to the magic of the motif
Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
Fuck the police
I'm floating out with the Camazotz
Property of nada
Runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
Roger that
Cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
His middle fingers wear little safari hats
Chainsaw shave in the house
Of a thousand tonics
They're magic if you need a cure
For lack of sour vomit son, it's not a thing
Everywhere I go
I call to make sure there's a fog machine
Posse up and follow the anomalies
That's a unique wind
Spun a whip out in the snow
Really ain't got shit
Your condition is not a condition we know
Maximum effect maximum effect
The rats are back and built their own ship
They're backstroking faster than the old ship
A rat's a rat, it scatters
That's like it's magic power
The bowing out it when your house
Is being smashed to powder
Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
Ravens deliver him trinketry
In eternal damnation
I make disturbing the stasis a game
To beat when the mania boils
Even the days when the pavement's
Keeping his platelets employed
Stole an ox on occasion
I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
Okay I'll name one
It's the rod of fuck the nonsense
A basic wave and nod'll
Turn bravado into fondant
We slalom from beyond the
Wildly oscillating compass
Whether you connect the dots or not
Is truly not my problem
Familiar with the color of
Permanent cloud cover
Though I've heard there might be others
I'll buy it when it buffers
Until then a dry and lifeless
Pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
In a bubble watching dumpster
Fires multiply in numbers
I know that fear and love and death and
Pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
Though it's unclear what some
Closure might encompass
A bid to visit symmetry from
Civil war and swim ashore
Sob story same as yours, but a little more
Ha i'm in the alley pacing
I'm skirting curtain call
I make my hospital corners in
A circle of salt
That's a unique prayer
Pretty nervous on the low
Only came up for air
You condition is not a condition we know