Dark Time Sunshine, Swamburger, Aesop Rock - Take My Hand lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Dark Time Sunshine, Swamburger, Aesop Rock - Take My Hand lyrics]
Walking through the filler-iller of sorts
I hope you understand now
I am not the one to make sense of it all
I’m a tourist
Guide walk along and take my hand
Welcome to the make up of new paths
Fast fix ‘em direct another face value and
Put it to fruition
By the way of competition
When in perspective let's live
Come along, take my hand and
Place your thoughts on these feats to
End an overcame dead win
Politic for policy, make my folly volley
Indeed I be your true blue
Flawed laws from jolly jovial
Jabber Jaw sharks, who play cards, wink, wink
For fickle prick soldiers looking for spirit
Enlighten the tip, for me, over there, there
Turning tricks, sipping tip, you trip
Telling musical hit's
Like the ball to raise a new politics
Holding fire for lobbyists
Little rude wig, Stimpy, stupid dumb
Go ahead take my hand
It detaches from the wrist
Now you’re holding it, amused with fun
More than a parlor trick that
Mannequin limb has real flesh to
Creep on those who chit-chat
For years to come about what
We have showed them
(Going to be showing them)
Most of the trapeze ease into a flip no net
Ocean voice that we use to calm you
As we pull out the tent-top
Psycho-semantics accurate dismounted no flop
Face paint-asylum-junkies juggling laying
With tigers
Contortionisties with their pasties remind
You of spiders adam and Eve apples on
Sticks dipping the caramel
Carousel carnie intoxicated operating
The scale (Molotov)
Marmalade Orlean's ornament life, like
Swam did it already, and I might
Then Aes might give up a secret or two
About the cannon ball man
Never no hula hoop dude
Only your illusion entranced
Just in the black light galloping goons
The clowns surround all your chillin platoon
I think you need room
Perhaps a moment of soak in
What you have seen
Go ahead, let go of my hand
Now this was no dream
You wanna see a trick?
Pick a death card, any death card bet
No Kevlar vest, no red heart left
Sound minds bound by ties unholy
Harvester of souls on line one holding
Can’t talk molting, ramparts high
Though his high seems low and
The Nam draws neigh
Deemed unkind by his one time owned
Never green blood line do time in a hole
Climb it alive, sign is amiss
Grime in the tiles
Cried fiddlesticks, Simon advise
I’m in a bind, hat low, back bones stringent
Aggro, drums like a black hole binging
Lunch at the cat post, dinner in a ditch
I sift through vics like mister Wu's pigs
Stack skulls like igloo bricks, neck beard
Loose lips
Hang loose, dude, if the noose fit's
Ears back flat, chattery pulled cavities
Hack, outta smattering adult faculties
Cooked in a cold opacity, mashers
You don’t wanna be who the passionate badger
Elaborately, come splash in the hazard
Dibs on the flask and the dagger after
And I probably sell the former
But I’m itching for the latter
Got initials that need etching
In this anchor, thank ya