Aesop Rock - Sick Friend lyrics

Thou mayest indeed
Tune onto the forbidden channel
And see it like it is baby

Who shall be our champion?
What manner of channel beholdest thou
Shall it fall on me? Deceit, deceit, deceit

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

Yo i always think about my sick friend
Stringing a ring around my wit's end
Thirteen loops later his feet hung
Inches out the pig pen
Motley day goblins brought up pillage
To pass the stillness
With bad javelin tip dipped inside
Barreled black magic brilliance
Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?
To capture the fascist fragment choreographed
In traffic dancing for nickels


Hooked like sickle cells to
The principles of comradery
One hope distortion odyssey
Sputters it'self to
My how not example sample
Divvy the bread crust while
Considering the littering
I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering
Spill anchor to rock bottom
Rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung alacritive
Leashed by the carnal tirade
I choked when the cage bird sings it stings
Springs me up delirium to
Stitch the clipped wings
I sink instinctively brinked through while
Clinging the shrieking souls
Mourning the death of annal logs
Analogs and quality control quality control
Stand still string up the banner
From the beehive to the anthill rag dummy
Incorporate the unison of Vikings Ship
Rowers PLUS the perfection
Of the twice the Birds with
Half the Stone Throwers
Speak your assessment
My communicative hindrance pleads the needs
Of a billion hungry victims gripped by
The hell that's split to splinters
Shimmying up the mast of natives
And it's league marvels
One component short of shock and mass burial
Breeze broken penny bank fragments float
Up at stagnant seas
Dirty work plus applicants with
Chatter box disease
Iron bandit, giving the stars
The head balloons and rubies
Asked for many moons and I
Can't stand it any more

(Orson Welles)
Is that how I feel when I sling?
And the regulars were so amazed

I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!
There is a time for war and a time for peace
And a time to run and a time to split

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

I run a funny race
Malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
Where 999% swear by their broken axles
I built boats of a pack rat
Bats of bully club swung
Post utility inhalants nail it to
Stability and sail it
Lopsided starboard bow
Crooked mass makeshift
Patching holes with chewing gum and
Sticking sail to dirty bases
Observe me sitting with my eyes
Tied to the clock, cause
I know that once that wind kicks up you
And your motors left rope to the dock
And it's the
Art of clarity married to slender extension
Of blue sky over happy neighborhood
String on my ring has left me dancing
Like wooden dummies in a paper nature
Merry etiquette is a door nail
Friends is little brittle dolls of paper
In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of water
Complex provided upon entry
Now if I, were to fall to speeds
To levigate the game plan
Would you honestly impede? I mean I guess
I can just divorce me from the rest
And blame my chemical imbalance for the
Fact I've made a mess
But my loyalty supply hints on which
Inkling I should run with
And I'm thinking that damn town crier's
About to fill this here bucket it's that
Grand precious that precious that part
Of you wants to touch
And part of you just wants to
Sit and be impressed with
Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments
Mood swinging upon the barnstorm
With perpendicular traffic
Spread, Circa 4000 circuitry
Burns cicada wings
Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow
I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio
It's gnawing a hole through my
Scheme so I leave (know what I mean?)

It is the Molotov cocktail hour
Haven't I brought you
Blessings without number?

They have plenty of nothing and
Nothing is plenty for them yea
I've never had it so good

"Getting dusty in the cellar"