The Uncluded - Bats lyrics
[The Uncluded - Bats lyrics]
My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (Fuck)
Invaders from the north brought a
Body in the trunk
With four coal eyes ushering
A Jonestown flood two known, two dumbstruck
Plain clothes sputter in
A strange home spine chilling
Cluster to unfuck
Sup sup Austin, I know little magic
No checked bags show up with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell
Up from holed rabbit's
Who mangle emotion in gross patterns
No carrots, only rumors of a bridge that
Flickered with black scallops
And float pine out the
Bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
1 point fuckin' 5 schmillion
A number undermining how they
Duck and dive different
And I was waiting for an hour
And I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust
I thought it was the shit
I watched the videos and hung out with
His friends and hugged his mama
And it’s clear to me this
Kid’s the Minnesota Dalai Lama
And the llama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
Whether freestyled or preconceived
To spit that shit out at your mind
And your mind’s rind peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the back
Of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait at
The top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to where they hid
So you wait and you wait
And you never wanna leave
‘Cause 15 million bats is what you
Need to see to grieve
15 million bats is what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
‘Cause every little bit counts
In times of death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn’t expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends
That are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed
To unlock your heart’s cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to
Propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yeah the beat that completes
Your shit these days
Yeah the beat that completes
Your shit these days
BATS bATS
The post cards coast from
A recurring force field
Pickling his demons with the
Prematurely door nailed
Never play Taps on a short-scale
Played dream wars with coffins
And chalkboard nails sore thumb
All played the corner of the salt lick
K'll say, "The people you are meeting
Know what loss is"
Twenty in, I'm on the patio with forceps
Wig split
Sorting what amount to little war heads
Yadda yadda stop tell me about your homie
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clipped
From a tether plus my alive
Friends are even deader
Is a little folk singer who
Has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost it's roar?
Coming in like a lambchop
Out like a lyin' shame
I got Gunther Gabel- Williams
Tryna tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and
A crack of the whip
I said, "If that’s all you got
You ain't got shit"
‘Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box i will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of
Different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can’t clip my wings
BATS bATS
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding
We will lift him on the six
Knife in the road scalp in his mitten
Glass house, decal of Calvin pissin -
A proud Fugee of the foul cow tip cow system
Triple crown clip
Never trickle down bread crumbs
Goofus over Gallant mill about head shrunk
Thread a symphony of krill
And killer clown redrum-wretch
If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
Precious brothers in effect and rooting
For the future you speaking of the future us
Twin City morning broke a wiper on a rental
Tryna grin away the gory
Wait, new game: smuggle bats on a plane
Wait - newer game: tie the
Whole bridge to his frame
I will drag these bricks over lake and law
Shake 15 out over St paul
Just knowing poetry and
Mathematics get involved
Any total ain't a quota more a draw
Don’t count shit
First sign of leathery wings
You throw them devil horns
Up yelling heavenly things
See I started this life
As a nappy buckwheat flapjack
Flipping on the shiny white
Backs of the backpack
A princess, a jock, a brain, a freak
Now I’m a fucking rebel I’m a little of each
And I’m not ashamed of all
The different parts of me
And I like cross-pollinating the communities
Because divided we’re cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and grouches
And humans and honkers
And if you’re close to my age
Then you were raised on the street
With a Lik-M-Aid Fun Dip in front of your TV
And our generation’s gotta do it differently
‘Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
Is that an old-fashioned funeral? ew
- change the station
I’d rather tune in for a life celebration
Say good bye with dance parties and
Say good bye with shows
‘Cause that somber-ass shit’s not the
Way I wanna go put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend’s presence
Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
With our hoods on our heads we
Are up on the bridge
And we’re summoning the bats so we can live
With our hoods on our heads we
Are up on the bridge
And we’re summoning the bats so we can live
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (Fuck)
Invaders from the north brought a
Body in the trunk
With four coal eyes ushering
A Jonestown flood two known, two dumbstruck
Plain clothes sputter in
A strange home spine chilling
Cluster to unfuck
Sup sup Austin, I know little magic
No checked bags show up with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell
Up from holed rabbit's
Who mangle emotion in gross patterns
No carrots, only rumors of a bridge that
Flickered with black scallops
And float pine out the
Bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
1 point fuckin' 5 schmillion
A number undermining how they
Duck and dive different
And I was waiting for an hour
And I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust
I thought it was the shit
I watched the videos and hung out with
His friends and hugged his mama
And it’s clear to me this
Kid’s the Minnesota Dalai Lama
And the llama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
Whether freestyled or preconceived
To spit that shit out at your mind
And your mind’s rind peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the back
Of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait at
The top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to where they hid
So you wait and you wait
And you never wanna leave
‘Cause 15 million bats is what you
Need to see to grieve
15 million bats is what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
‘Cause every little bit counts
In times of death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn’t expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends
That are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed
To unlock your heart’s cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to
Propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yeah the beat that completes
Your shit these days
Yeah the beat that completes
Your shit these days
BATS bATS
The post cards coast from
A recurring force field
Pickling his demons with the
Prematurely door nailed
Never play Taps on a short-scale
Played dream wars with coffins
And chalkboard nails sore thumb
All played the corner of the salt lick
K'll say, "The people you are meeting
Know what loss is"
Twenty in, I'm on the patio with forceps
Wig split
Sorting what amount to little war heads
Yadda yadda stop tell me about your homie
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clipped
From a tether plus my alive
Friends are even deader
Is a little folk singer who
Has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost it's roar?
Coming in like a lambchop
Out like a lyin' shame
I got Gunther Gabel- Williams
Tryna tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and
A crack of the whip
I said, "If that’s all you got
You ain't got shit"
‘Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box i will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of
Different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can’t clip my wings
BATS bATS
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding
We will lift him on the six
Knife in the road scalp in his mitten
Glass house, decal of Calvin pissin -
A proud Fugee of the foul cow tip cow system
Triple crown clip
Never trickle down bread crumbs
Goofus over Gallant mill about head shrunk
Thread a symphony of krill
And killer clown redrum-wretch
If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
Precious brothers in effect and rooting
For the future you speaking of the future us
Twin City morning broke a wiper on a rental
Tryna grin away the gory
Wait, new game: smuggle bats on a plane
Wait - newer game: tie the
Whole bridge to his frame
I will drag these bricks over lake and law
Shake 15 out over St paul
Just knowing poetry and
Mathematics get involved
Any total ain't a quota more a draw
Don’t count shit
First sign of leathery wings
You throw them devil horns
Up yelling heavenly things
See I started this life
As a nappy buckwheat flapjack
Flipping on the shiny white
Backs of the backpack
A princess, a jock, a brain, a freak
Now I’m a fucking rebel I’m a little of each
And I’m not ashamed of all
The different parts of me
And I like cross-pollinating the communities
Because divided we’re cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and grouches
And humans and honkers
And if you’re close to my age
Then you were raised on the street
With a Lik-M-Aid Fun Dip in front of your TV
And our generation’s gotta do it differently
‘Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
Is that an old-fashioned funeral? ew
- change the station
I’d rather tune in for a life celebration
Say good bye with dance parties and
Say good bye with shows
‘Cause that somber-ass shit’s not the
Way I wanna go put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend’s presence
Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
With our hoods on our heads we
Are up on the bridge
And we’re summoning the bats so we can live
With our hoods on our heads we
Are up on the bridge
And we’re summoning the bats so we can live