Aesop Rock - Shrunk lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Shrunk lyrics]
My first name is a random
Set of numbers and letters
And other alphanumerics that
Changes hourly forever my last name
A thousand vowels fading down a
Sinkhole to a susurrus
It couldn't just be "John Doe" or "Bingo"
My address, a made-up language written out
In living glyphs
Lifted from demonic literature
And religious text
Telephone, uncovered by purveyors
Of the ouija when checked against the CBGB
Women's room graffiti
My social, a sudoku my age is obscure
My in-case-of-emergency is in the daisies
Chasing birds
Employed by trillionaires with perfect
Teeth and pores
And people who open doors for
The people who open doors
My medical history is a
Course at SUNY Buffalo
Charlatan psychiatry and
Troubleshooting undertow
Nervous in the service
Still I'm burger meat and purple pills
"Here" "Thank you we'll call
Your name" "Sure, you will"
Skipped lunch i'm shrunk
You pack up all your manias
You're sitting in the waiting room
You're dreaming of arcadia
You're feeling like a baby tooth
Awaiting panacea
Channeling your inner Beowulf in purgatory
Just before you pay up to
Filet yourself and others
In the name of help, coal on a conveyor belt
Into ego death alone
No telephone from Gabriel
I'm half a human, combin'
Over Home and Garden, stoned
Gold chains over turtleneck
Cigars over cologne
A thousand shitty paintings wrapped
Around a wounded animal
Woo him with the Schubert
He's a future human cannonball
Little fuckers fighting
Mother hiding in her Hulu
I'm climbing up the stucco
Let's get to the seppuku uh oh
That pretty penny turned the
Prickly into Benji
If you save up all your winnings
Then you get to count your blessings
I finally crunched the budget up
And punched the button
She called my name out and
Pushed me into an oven
The fuck? I'm shrunk
She says, "I'm not your enemy" i said
"That sounds like something that
My enemy would say"
Instead of playing off the chemistry
She said, "You're being difficult" I said
"I'm being guarded
You're a quarter-mil' in debt I get
More guidance from my barber
Look I'm not good at this I
Grew up in a noogie-fest
You built your walls up high or
Said goodbye to all your Cooky-Puss
Here's one: Every time my telephone buzzes
I see images of hooded riders
Setting fire to hundreds" she said
"When you start getting all
Expressive and symbolic
It's impossible to actualize
An honest diagnostic" i said
"When you start getting all
Exact and algebraic
I'm reminded it's a racket
Not a rehabilitation"
Okay, agree to disagree as
Grown-ups from opposing clans
Honoring the push and pull
I should've called the Scholomance
Oh well, preservation is a doozy
"Will you be needing
Another appointment?" "Absolutely"
I'm shrunk!
Set of numbers and letters
And other alphanumerics that
Changes hourly forever my last name
A thousand vowels fading down a
Sinkhole to a susurrus
It couldn't just be "John Doe" or "Bingo"
My address, a made-up language written out
In living glyphs
Lifted from demonic literature
And religious text
Telephone, uncovered by purveyors
Of the ouija when checked against the CBGB
Women's room graffiti
My social, a sudoku my age is obscure
My in-case-of-emergency is in the daisies
Chasing birds
Employed by trillionaires with perfect
Teeth and pores
And people who open doors for
The people who open doors
My medical history is a
Course at SUNY Buffalo
Charlatan psychiatry and
Troubleshooting undertow
Nervous in the service
Still I'm burger meat and purple pills
"Here" "Thank you we'll call
Your name" "Sure, you will"
Skipped lunch i'm shrunk
You pack up all your manias
You're sitting in the waiting room
You're dreaming of arcadia
You're feeling like a baby tooth
Awaiting panacea
Channeling your inner Beowulf in purgatory
Just before you pay up to
Filet yourself and others
In the name of help, coal on a conveyor belt
Into ego death alone
No telephone from Gabriel
I'm half a human, combin'
Over Home and Garden, stoned
Gold chains over turtleneck
Cigars over cologne
A thousand shitty paintings wrapped
Around a wounded animal
Woo him with the Schubert
He's a future human cannonball
Little fuckers fighting
Mother hiding in her Hulu
I'm climbing up the stucco
Let's get to the seppuku uh oh
That pretty penny turned the
Prickly into Benji
If you save up all your winnings
Then you get to count your blessings
I finally crunched the budget up
And punched the button
She called my name out and
Pushed me into an oven
The fuck? I'm shrunk
She says, "I'm not your enemy" i said
"That sounds like something that
My enemy would say"
Instead of playing off the chemistry
She said, "You're being difficult" I said
"I'm being guarded
You're a quarter-mil' in debt I get
More guidance from my barber
Look I'm not good at this I
Grew up in a noogie-fest
You built your walls up high or
Said goodbye to all your Cooky-Puss
Here's one: Every time my telephone buzzes
I see images of hooded riders
Setting fire to hundreds" she said
"When you start getting all
Expressive and symbolic
It's impossible to actualize
An honest diagnostic" i said
"When you start getting all
Exact and algebraic
I'm reminded it's a racket
Not a rehabilitation"
Okay, agree to disagree as
Grown-ups from opposing clans
Honoring the push and pull
I should've called the Scholomance
Oh well, preservation is a doozy
"Will you be needing
Another appointment?" "Absolutely"
I'm shrunk!