Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : None Shall Pass
[Verse 1:]
For want of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a shoe the horse was lost
For want of a horse the rider was lost
For want of a rider the battle was lost
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the want of a horse shoe
There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas
And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate
Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens
A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer
Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater
Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties
Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties
And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now
For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down
The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck
Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you
Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day
All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster
When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters

[Chorus:]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city tomorrow
No fire too live
No city too charred
To treaty to sign
No city to guard

[Verse 2:]
I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up
I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive
Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like
Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into suitor's capital to a beggars hand
Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat
Umm, what?!?
The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma
Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer
Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top rung
There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons
All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry
Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive
If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground
They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town
Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles
Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
Riders to the east
Now the wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high

[Chorus:]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city tomorrow
No fire too live
No city too charred
To treaty to sign
No city to guard

And all for the want of a horse shoe

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : None Shall Pass
[Aesop Rock:]
I limped up like a dog, shut up, with three legs to the stage...
So many dark hearts to choose
You can focus to the phobias involved in forty hues
Whether you levitate or bend spoons
Tune into the brooders of the dark heart news

[Rob Sonic:]
Breathin's a tug of war
Wet when I rust a ball
Plus twenty nine bust gum stuck cluster door
Slumped in the back burn (Bush) by the son of +George+
Sweat terror feed cause I don't bleed when I cut no more

[Aesop Rock:]
A system of gods from each of the brawling tribes
So my bobble is a pot of claws clipped and collaged
Pavlov's bad dogs? parimass? bells
I don't speak the language but my last laugh's hell

[Rob Sonic:]
Spiral your vertigo
Signals that flash and beat
Postin' my head from myself to get back to me
House full of dynamite, blast cap anatomy
Bags full of smelling salts mad as the magazine
Attack medic stretcher call cracked crazy header fall
A threat, a break, a mistake with the post
Picking every last fuckin' piece of paint off the walls

[Aesop Rock:]
Okay, [?] notably mobile until [?] social
He will locate every exit in seconds to flee the wormhole
When emergency diversions ring the celly or the doorbell

[Rob Sonic:]
Burnin' it at both ends, friends let's commiserate
Turning into something, to the sound that the triggers make
Born at the badder side, I had this time still await
Trainin' all my zeroes to perform like they're figure eights...

[Aesop & Rob:] Whether you levitate or bend spoons [x4]
[DJ Big Wiz scratches'n'cuts the following line]
Extra extra read all about it [x3]

[Aesop Rock:]
Hey, four corners of the globe, all invent fire
On the very same day in the very same cold
Each sent a man with a torch to the borderline?
Watch them collide and explode

[Rob Sonic:]
When I hear them blind [?] up jumped the iron cord
Funky wrench in my hand, raise it cut the islands off
Homemade tats memories
I ignore the private calls
But ever since the eighties I think something's in my Tylenol

[Aesop Rock:]
What plague makin' out on the brigade
So we could walk planks
Then we'll climb a tree and wait
Irony is waiting over piety and faith
So when the ghostly ruminations that are kindly disobeyed
I'm gonna live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint (Right)
See the hoi polloi becoming restless in their tanks (Right)
Can't hold howls and corrals with a key,
So will the worms please drink on the count of three (Three!)

[Ron Sonic:]
If I had a dollar for every time I couldn't sleep,
I could buy a billion locks and finally read a book in peace
No more would my president come off as a crook and thief
And turn my heart so dark that it would bark when he looked for me

[Aesop Rock:]
Sideways eye on a sinister boundary
Peddlin' contemporaries killin' me loudly
99 bottles of beer on the wall timorous
Done run akin to the car on the lawn cinder blocks...

[Aesop & Rob:] Whether you levitate or bend spoons [x4]

[Aesop Rock & Rob Sonic]
Three legged dogs that chewin' the wrong food
Riff raff fallon?
Land sharks throw the date money money booze
Dark heart news...
HAAA!

[DJ Big Wiz scratches'n'cuts the following lines]
Extra extra read all about it [x6]
"Extra extra read all about it"
"At the bottom of our news"

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : None Shall Pass
[Chorus:]
We don't need no walkie-talkies
Nope, no walkie-talkies
We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
We don't need no walkie-talkies
Nope, no walkie-talkies
We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
And the last shall be...
First to immerse in the pass-out heat
Face in the mud where the moxie melt
Till he woke up drowning in Tchotchke hell
More in a cave with a torch on the wall
Than a window arrangement of porcelain dolls
On a brand new day, saw what he saw:
Property owners who crawl to the mall
With a bad toupee and a face like he authored a law;
Pace like he mourning a loss
Right hand on a can of worms
Left full of gold he will trade for turf
I mean, that's okay
You got to answer to you at the end of the volatile day
But a model of mercy and might? No way!
Marionette who will clap and obey!
Dude, look... all that noise?
Call that flight of the water boys
Meet and greet and they all slap five
Cheek to cheek when they colonize
And a grown ass man shall abide as he wish
Walk that path with a dime and a stick
Walk that path with a diamond and wine
Walk that path to the firing line
Just walk... (walk...)
Pay no mind to the new recruit with the Play-Doh spine
Let's be friends from opposite ends
Wave to the kid, don't hop on the fence
Play to the radius far and away
Orbit wide, don't park in his space
One little martyr who talk in his face
Make one little Weathermen sharpen the blades

[Chorus:]
We don't need no walkie-talkies
Nope, no walkie-talkies
We don't need your coughing when offing the morning coffee, no
We don't need no walkie-talkies
Nope, no walkie-talkies
We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
And the last shall be...
First to the curb with the mad cow meat
Face in the bars of a regular cell
When he woke up high in collectible hell
Boom town kid who was taught by the binge
That a man who expire with the most shit win
That's warpy American nonsense penned by the rich
Not a routine friend in a pinch
Still not used to the stench
How it throws off, otherwise, lucid events
In the case the afraid observe
I got a Pro-Keds box full of layman's terms
It goes, "Hey! Peace! Pray for the plagued!
Major relief and capacious rains."
But just 'cause I don't want to war with you
It don't mean go warm up the barbecue
I'm like, "Pardon you!"
Sawed off limit
My high noon is a quick little minute
I don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic
Who simply isn't going to ever really get it
This HQ is alive and alone
No driveway no sign of a home
No dial tone, no line for the phone
No "World's Tiniest Violin Song."
And I might just lie to them all
Lie in the morgue with a deep breath hiding and bored;
Fighting a smile, highly annoyed
When the timing is right I will rise and record
Call for the monster beats
And Blockhead got animal drums, like he's Doctor Teeth
It goes red light, green light, one, two, three
One large coffee, fuck you, peace

[Bridge:]
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S
T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S

[Verse 3: John Danielle]
I crawled down to the basement when the weather got cold
Like a lost lamb returning to the fold
And when the outside world recedes from view
It's just a year's supply of make-up and memories of you
Nineteen sixty-seven, colt forty-five
Holding back the vampires, keeping me alive
There's an envelope with some cash in it out by the front door
This is what they make you take the medication for

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : None Shall Pass
[Verse 1:]
Sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
Locusts stole the groceries out the local Farmer's Market
All God's critters hold positions
Some are violent, some are victims
Each alive is an equal and vital piston I support
So when the piranhas honor New York
My daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
And while I bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
It all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
The pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y'all aim for
The gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
Two-track braniac using the food and payroll
To chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
And place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
As the bourbon-odor smokers' coughs smolder off the Cohiba
If Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
He could've snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking...

[Chorus:]
Pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...

[Verse 2:]
When all the wolves in woolly wigs
Have huffed, and puffed, and blew the bricks
The skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs
Will rain on Fulton's newest kicks
As mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness
We pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison
I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed
No pagan or sacrilege, just bacon for scavengers
I will gladly seat you with the chickens, not the passengers
Hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice
Never that, Wilburs multiply quicker than triples
And hunt their truffles in fistfuls, but it was all bells and whistles
Bougie this and Bougie that...
War pig or pussy cat...
Glitzy to the pork ribs, had to gold-leaf the booby traps
Powder-pink, double-breasted, mess of mud and money
Waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle
And while I don't really know the working details of your tribes
I know that that's one ugly fucking tie

[Chorus:]
Asshole... pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...

[Verse 3:]
Apple in his mouth, Maraschino eyes
Party like the butcher boy's cleaver is alive
I mosey into sixteen hours of smoke in the misty winter
To see the county fair's blue ribbon winner as dinner
Then dance until the sun has kissed your blisters in the morning
As the misery was dormant and digging in crispy portions
Corporates fund, allure 'em, and they whore 'em
Or does he whore to corporates to expand the more important forums for 'em?
Push the mortar pestle past the ordinary orchard
When the frilly border's faded is the product mine or yours, pig?
Mine, plus I toss a token where I go:
Directly to the worms who shovel shit and yellow snow
This little piggy went to the market with a target
And will subsequently know the armor-piercing forks of farmers
Final words for the finer birds taking notes:
I dig a chicken pig tills, "That's all Folks!"

[Chorus:]
Pigs!
God damn... pigs!
Potbelly... pigs!
Punch-drunk... pigs!
Take money, money... pigs!
Loudmouth... pigs!
Wide load... pigs!
Let's make a deal...

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure
As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter
Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end
Cherry wooden nickels on his specs for the ferrymen
X, o, zodiac a pentagram expo
Pet cemetery in electric fresco
Abaddon threshold flesh-forged in the galley
With undead orcs pulling oars through the algae
Smash cut to a smoke-bombed quarantine
Guards like "all signs correlate with sorcery"
It's more a dormant cell of valor as awoken by the smell of sordid power
And defecting shortly after
Fist bump dry land, brackish, cat nap 15
Back to swiss-cheese the flagship, uh
Blue in the menacing grip of a day for which you're manifestly unfit

Final answer "not to be", "not to be" is right!
Next question - to build winged shoes or autophagy
Silk screen band tees, take apart a vcr, ringer off, canned peas
Cabin fever mi amor
Patiently adhering to the chandelier ta key-in-door
To usher in the understated anarchy of leisureforce
Led a purple tongue and ratty caballeros
Up over the black rainbow into the house of mirrors
To become a thousand zeroes
Echoing a twisted alchemy, freak flags, fluttering to circadian free jazz
Sleep apnea scratching "bring that beat back"
I doze off, clothes on, noise in the feedbag
Shhh.. om nom nom, blinds drawn
Compost thrown to the spine pile, bygones, mangy
Intimately spaced pylons on a plot of inhospitable terrain
Hi mom!

[Hook]

Raise up the bridge, lower the portcullis, rain forks into mutton
No abort button, heart pump assorted color sugar water
Poor lummox, unexplained ailments, and doesn't work well with others
Wet nose on the glass, garibaldi half cookie dough, lock jaw
Don 4 walls like a wooden coat, behold the rotting fruit of excommunication
A ruby tide insubordinate to lunar phases
That maneuver past the beaches to the bosom of the pavement
Now the bow drill smolder in a flooded bit of basement
Grace of misled teen who prefers his scenes with a little Wilhelm scream
The ambush predator edition, skill set of Will Tell Aim and speed over short distance
Part hatter-mad, part erratic habitat, dark matter harnessing his heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack

Midsummer bit crusher, mid winter bit shifter, no sleep, gold mine, front door circled, proceed, low light, 24 curfews, crows beak, cold night, unmoored virtue, proceed, snow-blind, 24 curfews

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress
Composed himself to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking fuck you fuck you fuck you in they head
With a hell bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did drunk
Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker, it's strange
A switch he lifted from a siblings skivvy drawer
Who branched off into ninja stars
And never knew his shit was sharp
To here with a higher purpose
And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers
Like kush Van Morrison an Arcade Drop Floor
Down to the valley time for miss Ahkmar, watch
Capital Z (ed), slowly maneuver the O
S is the most difficult to control
Finally O
Into the eye of Goliath you goes
That levee crushing percussion
Will pull the monkey up right
Twelve or ghetto blaster
Blacken her technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate
The class was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the answers

Somebody in a cultivated moment of distrust, composed themselves enough to magic-marker "Zulu" on these chucks, they was tryin to do the buckle font from 'renegades of funk', in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of "oh dip" where a social neurosis owned the whole strip, heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out, flashlight, chisel tips, milked venom, pistol grip, images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick, silent agreement at hand, king of the hill for a queen of the damned, she in the doorway seething began "that clean white pair had a 3-year planl", oops, capital "zed", radical "u" in the cut, truly to beautiful "l"oser it up, and he done, collateral damage a future alum, that key to Shambala, planet rocking, Bambaatta, sample chop, churning out a cancer for the vandal squad, analog, and he finds, animated colors on a page, like synthesized cultures on a stage

Somebody in a cultivated moment of resolve, composed themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros" in this stall, they was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled, with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, 'disco sucks' tee, punk's not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting it's teeth
Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills, 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a fuck, Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital "zed", terrible "e" in vermillion red, gimme an "0" and a slippery "s", over a web of the shittiest bands, that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I'll see you at the

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding
When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like, something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like, something even more important arrived giving, something you should probably try willing

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale horse painted gunmetal black
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses
Fireproof and festive
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth

The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands mandate
Bars an extension of the arms
They're mutating instead of being farmed
Tonight beneath a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom when your focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie
The scarf tank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth

It was less an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking order
The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers
Hug a double yellow spine
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product ofa d.I.y. inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge
Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome
Amassed against insufferable odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me
All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
[Verse 1]
Look
Unsigned hype
Front line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark thirty
Zero friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
Punisher
Out past go-time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass both sides
Canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t lose
Can’t gain
Smoke out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his favor
Swiftly
Maybe in the form of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict
I mean, I guess it matters to me
I wish it mattered to you
How a thousand virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles

[Hook]
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one

[Verse 2]
(Check his own) Breakneck pulse
Over colors in a drain
That emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes melting
Guided by a levy made of that tile, tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build team
Only a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to everything
Boys room cherry bomb
Boy/goon very much runnin' with the devil in the mellotron
Hello
Here’s where a tale of caution
Pounds coffin nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind straw to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card in a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what they most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
Fade me
Failed all basic training
But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
Silhouette the god’s last cigarette
Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous

[Hook]
Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Let me put you up on Bob's donuts
Controller of the warm deep fryer that charms cobras
Mostly it was aggravated ulcers over goat's legs
Will they go for maple, custard, buttermilk or wolfs bane?
Hm, late after your cinderella pulsate and crash I was rotating casts
Picture if you will a witching hour on week night in the trenches
Where paranoia dead-ends in a bright florescent heaven
With sprinkles
I know right yum
Whether tummy ache or fever
Keep the funnel cake I'm honey glaze in vitro
In the company of similar believers
Sleepless, who hear the walls breath and foam at the facial features
Now the yeast, a phoenix in the partially hydrogenated
Equal parts flower, faith, healing
Might replace your previously nominated jesus
But only if you privy to the following secret of all secrets

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

I boil oil too, not for scarfing
For CCs of japanese innovation that screech into free parking
Purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech him to squeeze the carbs into the motherboard
You can chew the eucharist in cruller form
Locally a seedy danish underworld is bustling where jelly's not a celebrated it's a puppet string
Pluck, nose for canola
5 cow stomachs like a mime with a rope going nowhere
Fast, right hand of god on my shoulder, crows feet swollen, dopey
Combing apple fritters over with folk of opposing cultures
Baby sitter cop thief reverend, body glitter, botched c-section, bronze teeth
Each progressively more sequestered
Yet if threatened will defend the rasin bread as codefendants
Some lose religion or view it as superstition
You can tell a friend if you are down to kill them

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms
To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars
And stagger through the pulse of the gulch on a builder's dividends
Hiding high behind his guilty powdered-sugar fingerprints
Seething eventide fever, sidewalk feeling a little dicey
I'm snake-eye straight to the cakes icing
Might, fortune-teller up your favorite paper tiger stripe
Great, grace invaders, the first-name basis patron haters
Who compromise the pilot lights and flavors
Silent night, holy night, invite the pious out the pagan
Midnight kitchen doors un-caging the enablers like butchers in bloody aprons
Can I get a fucking amen?
AMEN, hazelnut raiders of the lost, navigate consecutive pastries like stations of the cross
No name no dayjob
Know the folk where it virgin mary toast by the loaf
Thanks bob

Shh, every night at 12 they would march out from the back
With a tray of raw dough for the pool of hot fat
Show up around 1 never get your god back
If you're just tuning in, walk into the light

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
July 4th, 1981, candles of a Roman ilk
Unloaded from a chevy truck
Into the home her folks had built
Patio was charcoals and extended fam in folding chairs
Safely arced around the yard to focus on the smoking flares
Couple cousins, uncles, aunts, mostly grown-ups, couple brats
Baby Ruby's only two
She's too close to the jumping jacks
Mommy scoops her to the house
Buckles up the booster seat
Rolls her to the storm door
Let her long for all the lunacy
Telephone distracting Mom
Ruby wriggles out her strap
Fingers push the plexi-glass
She's off into the sour patch
Past the pyrotechnics undetected and invisible
Woke the sleeping beagle skipping toward the kidney swimming pool
Off into the yawning blue
The splash would mum the rocket-ships
Ruby's lungs were filling by the time her kin were cognizant
Many sprung and sprinted down
All arrive belated but
The beast she had earlier stirred had been alert since waking up
Canine let his gainer fly
Water top commotion grow
Howling guests assumed the cloven hoofs had come to do-si-do
Frenzied and congested deck
Part to let the elders see
Soggy beagle gently dragging Ruby in his yellow teeth
Laid the tiny body in the sun before her Father's feet
When she choked the liquid through her bluish lips he dropped his knee
Helped the air to reconvene
Towel his shaking Ruby off
EMT confirm the save
Everybody say
"Good dog! "

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
[Kimya Dawson]
Birds of a black
Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always remember you
And all of the shit you do
They pass it to the baby birdies and then they remember too
Little baby bluebird's eyes turn black
Without forgetting the face of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh?
Little baby bluebird's eyes turn black

[Aesop Rock]
4 and 20 gory pantone black crows shredding innards
The silouettes are fencing lefty scissors
Separating horn and hoof as own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors
By the getty image, green-cheese moon
Dead-of-winter shit, graveyard tchk! tchk!
Shifter shit, brother was a face card
Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel of woven branches leaning in over his hydro-plaining pace car chase...
Wait up let me isolate the bass more
Gate of god's acre
Aim to rake the snow off each forsaken name here
Supposedly closure'l free the vipers out the bosom
Personally I think it's a bunch of bullshit
Prisoners, tradition is for lovers
God forbid he flip the witch against her coven on some ‘dip or play the dozens‘
Now I baptize skips in larvae and dental records
On a little plot pregnant with 6 million sentenceenders
And the tech support for tragedy's emphatically horrendous
Teenage operators explaining what bated breath is
Pass, I wish it were something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so detached if it should happen to you privately
Publicly your shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split the button eye and burlap doll
Crack the crypt
Bats eject like cousin death's wing-ed Iapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this whole shit down for all you half-goat cowards
I'll even grit my teeth for you
I am so completely off the god-damn grid it's not a question of addressing me, I
T's "what do these symbols under the dresser mean"
Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons through the entropy for good/young
Could've used a good lung
Still, proximity to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but unforgiving science or cinematic horrors
Fast forward, my knee in the gut of a glass
"remember that cow in the dean's seems awkward
And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement but for ash and bone to share a space with strangers seems outrageous, ain't it?
Maybe a dialog of howls that reshapes thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you have found among a thousand cloned shrines, either way - dope stone lion

[Kimya Dawson]
And they call to let you know your friend is dead in a box
The crows have the tools to get the meat out of the box
Scientific, ritualistic, headstone cold foxes still rot
I'm not gonna rot, no, fuck that snot
You can let them let you rot, man
But I'm not going to watch
I'm not gonna stand atop your plot
I love you friend, but I'm just not
On the other hand if your ashes are scattered in the sea
I will swim in the sea and you'll be with me
And if your shit is scattered at the roots of a tree
I will climb that tree

[Aesop Rock]
Everything you think you're hiding shows
In the way you view the graves like a string of tiny thrones
Messages you'd tucked away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard amidst the butchery and beaks
You don't want the passengers to pass
You want each cow taxidermy'd fatter than the last
Mausoleum lighting is a rush
While it might enhance a silhouette it might expose a crutch
A proud chest puffed to the heavens
Holds nothing if we're cutting past the muscle and the tendon
And we will be cutting past the muscle and the tendon...

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
4 and 21 crows
None go south
For the supper when a punk goes out
Checkerboard of mothballed death-forms
Hauled via vaudeville canes
And encased where the claw marks wane off broadway the god way
Watch, our father
Commuters from the farms with news of el Chupacabra
Who transfuse soup out a fresh punk skull
Dumb full blood suckers
Only the chum suffers
Pine box butcher
Encouraging poor lighting
Said “a pall bore not a sure sign ofjarred lightning"
Harsh, that's how the yellow spine-diner was born
Feral feeding that strung his organs up like tire swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of broke bone grinders
More for the hive mind
Less for the land mine finders
Fine, no defacto leaders in the eatery
Unless you count the way they led his heart through his tuxedo tee
Straight out the front

4 and 22
Cue the cut throat mouth
Chew together when a punk goes out
Etiquette of tart-tongued ghouls
Never run truck jewels
Run a culinary school for gluttony-drunk wolves
In guttural grunts
Smothering buttery lung ramen
Early sign of punk showed up on the diagnostic
Hm, pardon if I seem stand all the see-sawed loss, I can't call it
All petite drawn straws and orange caution
Or outcast creeps re-involved for absolvement
It's gaudy, plus when a hell-bound offspring and yours share an all evolve salty
Watch, if fortune is a bitch with venom and laser tits
Maybe sin ‘ll make for sugar-flavored flesh
Kings taste terrible at best and rest in peace raw
The rest are recipes
Caw!

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
There is a bowl cut template mapped with a billy can
Mega morn scissoring a topiary lego man
Mini-ramp cowlick
Good ship snot nose
Lap rain water out of pigeon hill potholes
Rat brain, shovel green peas offa butterknife
Racoon hat, moon boots all summer-type
Felt pressure at the center of the dog show
Better off blending
Sweater—off Waldo you
Wanna see a genome mutate?
Cut a page boy ‘til it bring home a Cube tape
Poof, screw-face wriggle out a chop shop
Home-brewed Kool-aid, d
Isavowing Osh Kosh
Simulating television
Little rowdy rock snob
Bobble-headed shredder playing top-heavy hop scotch
You realize you only got a week
‘til you catch him with a set of shitty clippers in the sink
Like bzzzzt, motherfucking bzzzzt, bzzzzt
That's a quiet kid, buzzing asymmetric rebel lines in
Crudely, some say to praise the lord
I say you wanna feel saved baby
Shape the orb, and I will see you all in Helven
Read he fled a panic room pissed
And been searching for animal chin since
Bumpin' Johnny Rad, eye on the sauce pan
Current mop: 4 months shy on the off-chance

Start with a text book bowl cut (bowl cut!)
One you can mow down slow as you grow up learn a couple great new curse words (pussy!) buzz a cool rat tail, take 2, your turn
Learn a couple great new curse words (fuckface!) maybe try a ponyhawk, take 2, your turn

I knew this kid Camu
Who in the lion's mouth
Made up a fail safe way to get his life corralled
Let's say he short on the rent
His land lord is upset
He disappears with sheers yelling "I'm going George Jeff"
Bathroom door sound like a part—mech barbershop quartet
Forced into war with itself
What emerge next in a shaft of light is bald up top
Long on the back and sides
Maybe the blade oil came with a ax to grind
But granddaddy half-smile, all mastermind
He ask "how do I look?''
I said "you look insane"
He said the haircut come with a theory I'll explain
Please do
First: no hats allowed
Faux nat' male pattern when he out the house
And wouldn't crop it up until his monopoly prop pass go
‘til then walk this town like an asshole
Motherfucking bzzzt!
Last week we were stoney
This week he program beats all monday
Sold 2 wednesday, pay rent
Fabricate a whole new hedge maze
Back on his smooth shit friday at noon bitch
Wow, just like that
A method I encourage you to share and apply and adapt as one day his didn't grow back

Start with a text book bowl cut (bowl cut!)
One you can mow down slow as you grow up learn a couple great new curse words (pussy!) buzz a cool rat tail, take 2, your turn
Learn a couple great new curse words (fuckface!) maybe try a ponyhawk, take 2, your turn

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
I wear shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only inaccessible blip on the streaming doppler
Screaming ‘uncle’ in a sea of TV doctors
Free to occupy the same space in differing degrees of seedy commerce
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch submarining through the blood, voyagers
Poisoned or maybejust a misfit toy or two
Depending on the beacon that your voyeurs choose
That sorta hemming and hawing‘ll haunt your boiler rooms abysmally
And kidnap rapid eyes in their infancy
Everything his cutting room scrapped
On a silver screen that throws gummy bears back, attack!

All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men

Sensible sweater on ice
Devil horns high
Like shovels above a butter lamb with peppercorn eyes
Vendetta-drunk leader squealing
"it's the real pig fever"
Sick people pinky swearing on concealed 6th fingers
That's idle handwork in the spirit of death dealers
Look at mommy's little Hercules
Custom Troy Hurtubise
Flourish in the blind spot of spittle county gore police
Or really any readily ebbing and flowing war and peace
1 plain brown key foods bag head
2 holes later I'll see to this loose flatbread
Cats fucked off, at exactly what cost
The currency of brotherhood back in his cut palm
It sucks, it's nauseating dawn crawling with bugs
They seem attracted to the matters of the morally snubbed
See my ‘goodnight irene' massacred flat in the key of tragedy
Whole diner like "I'll have he's having"

All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men

Today a thousand sea lions got up and left a pier
They had successfully invaded and secured for 20 years
Some said it was the food supply or shifting weather patterns
Truthfully a whole community of scientists are baffled
In '89 maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton annoyance ‘til the heart-warming story went public
You'll need a montage, animals arriving in droves
A bottom dollar turns a nuisance to the pride of your cove
Which bring us back up to this morning when the colony dove
I got a couple unsubstantiated thoughts of my own they go
Maybe it'd feel more majestic and less fatty
If a 12 year old wasn't beaning it with salt water taffy
Every 5 fucking seconds, sounds like your basic
Liberating moment of collective "fuck fame" shit

All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These bribes can't transform swine to men

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
How to make a homemade mummy:
Get a corpse, get gauze, get comfy
Shampoo and disinfect dead fluffy
For the hallowed excavation of his x-marked tummy
Scalpel to stern, the butter cutter b-lines well
Tongs butterfly the unzipped feline shell
We'll be escorting vital organs
With exception of the precious kittens heart
Into the privacy of separate pickle jars
Or mayonnaise or jelly pick a card
Shit, pick a part and scissor
Stomach, lung, intestine or liver
In a world of sanitizers and preservatives forever
Brain exterminated through the whiskers (kiss & blow)
Ditched, I blank NY alone
We usher in the salts that call the husk home
Might embalm and stiffen and rid the fawn of all his liquids
Slather it in beeswax, wrap it up in ribbons
Like limb by limb, by tail by ear by chin
With the new hereafter I hereby win
I hope you vow to meow another day and never
Decompose, by the way before we seal these molds
The shorten version goes...

Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Paper playgrounds, leave your harvest
Take the brain out...

Gadzooks, punk's dead, last good gut wrenched
Antennae sam cook, black book pushead
Cat skulls stacked to the black hole sunset
Olive on a toothpick, Dagwood Bumstead
Tagged-hoof hatchery, matter amass naturally
Bad wolf, dash for the last rook castling
Blue ox, red plaid bass pro flannel king
Hasbro crown, sour apple Abba-Zabba teeth
In poorly taken pictures antiquating on his mantlepiece
Before we only spoke in letters cut from magazines
Folk broke bear claws over gross coffee
Not as milquestoast men, as los muertos walking
Ergo the scarecrow in rare barley
Squared-off harpy to armchair: say a prayer for me
I feel that mystifying times have gotten ugly
I also feel that you could learn a lot from a mummy

Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Major take down, eat your porridge
Take the brain out, leave the carcass

Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Games to reign now, pleased to bargain
Take the brain out, leafed in garlic

Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Fading halos, feeding herpes
Take the brain out, eager starlets

Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out, leave the heart in
Take the brain out...

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Ian why don't you say grace
"dear god thanks, and if you loved me vegetables would be extinct"
Now I'm looking down the barrel of a string-bean side like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined
Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5, each one
May not be excused from the table ‘til the green gone
Stomach revvin‘ up an episodic rerun
Where's a dissipating plume of smoke when you need one?
Chris and Graham hate ‘em too but advocate a braver chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held, gulp!
Moments later 2 have been released
Leaving me the legroom and the legume police
Going "freeze, you with the pretzeled arms
Send your fabricated nausea my best regards
And know this kitchen as a prison ‘til the pea pods die
I could sit here all night"
So could I

Who was at the doorjust now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total pussy"

Who was at the doorjust now?
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and terrified ofa plant"

Blink Twice if you are being held hostage
I speak and spell ofa sleeper cell in the hospice
Woke, impersonating busy little helpers
That intimately purr between the hiccuping up of feathers
Pick a porcelain dish
A single portion canned
Frozen or fresh
Defies the glory ofthe Poultry or fish
Via communal bloodletting that rupture spud levy
No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly, ever
Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated textures 60 minutes into never
Where room temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist
To a rendition of "dude, dad's pissed"
Tell dad dude's pissed too
Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new gill hue
Still out-mule any last strafing watchmen
‘til the lord taketh waiting as an option

Who was at the doorjust now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total pussy

Who was at the doorjust now?
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and terrified ofa plant"

Less like toes in a tide pool
More like, left, right, poached from notable giant Kaiju
Fat neck, fine tooth, rock and lean, yelling
"this ends now eat the god damn beans!" ah!
Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong and that there's flatware exhumed by a crane arm
Time for some action
Stab one ripe for a swipe and extraction
Brined in malpractice
Carried to the cavernous yap and obliged access
If only in compliance with a deep-fried fascist, peep
Literally bite down once
And my tongue get a flooding from my uninvited guts
Pointer finger plug a hole in the damn
Ma notice, "ok gross, dinner's over, go spit", pop call "bullshit"
Both of my brothers break in, like "he's on his Davie Hogan no mistaken", by the way

Who was at the doorjust now?
Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the curbsides Really?
Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green beans being a total pussy

Who was at the doorjust now?
Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the claymores Really?
Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and terrified ofa plant"

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
If you step on the lawn I keep the foot
Peep, in the pot go 6 degrees of cooked geese
Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas
Over 10 meat hooks with a blister each
I'm all pincher, fever-y hoodie on, hoodie off
Sweat thru his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls
Never met a quiet storm that didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
In territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
Pinball wiz in a thimble of sims
I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged
Kiss me I'm dead, nursing a mystery Dayquil
Led Zep staring daggers down page mill
How pray tell do he sit pretty when the ol' 1 2 unglue in a tizzy
Please hold for the don't play dull boy
Click, I am not a page or a pull toy
Came in the door and the floor is lava
Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell
Born home sick for an invisible address
Bat shit, bumble and bat around catnip
One black heart Katamari massive
Packed in a fat category 5 rat nest
Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace
Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy
Hate you, hate you more, no I hate you infinity
And Pangaea break into smithereens
Interlude prest-o change-o
If it move to quick oh whey oh
Right brain go white train Ramo
Mustache any old Money, "no!"

Merrily merrily merrily merrily
In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy
Frog men schooled by the god Ed Emberly
Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys
Bet, moth into kerosene awful
A caution to straw men lost on vaudeville
A-morally mixing business with 144 dixie whistlers
Lawn chair, strong man twisted whiskers
NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers
Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers
Are you privy to the misadventures
It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street
With a lethally modified piccolo pete
There is admittedly an incredible mystique
To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep
48 strings of 12
That ring ring ring, whiz bang, jingle bells
And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy, classic
Fire in the hole backdrafting
Fold wild life out of the wolf pack wrapping
Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine
TNT plunger in all caps ACME
Blast off half the whole damn mapscreen
No sling no spear
I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears
Who been stung by an un-linked pinky swear
During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years
Maybe an awkward phase
Like his acne and sophomore fade
Played, calling all out-of-work action figures
It was death by saturn missiles.

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Don't fool with his cool

I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack
Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache
Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill
Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill
Make or buy point-op arcade punk [?]
Talkin' arcane science, dark age pull [?]
Four eyes card face, bark Aes iron on [?]
Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone
No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage
Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day
And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor
Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score
Zilch, cowabunga homies call me "press ignore"
Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil
Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors
That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers
And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken
For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin'
For diamondback rattles in his holy grail
Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal
3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock
Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumra
Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh [?]
Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetrafish
Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore
Before we are the severed heads of civil war
And basing [?] radio ricochet off the silver foil
Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil
Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks
I know, this is why we can't have nice things
I prefer to skip the pleasantries
Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy

No shit
Oh and don't fool with his cool
Ma, can we get a pool?
... Is that a no?

Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces
Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses
Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping
Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping
Slow Mozart, no I've never heard a knocking
Might've burst in on it, splits or skin popping [?]
Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day
Locate and aim for the token propane tank
Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair
To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear
It spun a human resources issue to public affair
Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear
And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling [?]
The wonder twins are bitching
Armchair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin
But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it
The ozone breakaway tux
Holds chicken wire ribs and papier mache guts
Pipe cleaner mustache, fork hands, google eyes
Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize
You are now rockin' with the worst
Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems
Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees
Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds
Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past
He from a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp
And he don't get out much but when he do it's beetlemania
Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius
Too charitable, offerin' the average joe some real estate
Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope
Cozy in a moment of bliss
Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge
No shit

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Artist : AESOP ROCK
Album : Skelethon
Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts; Poolside; 0 for 1 and don't forget spoons twice
Lukewarm folgers; mold on his moonpie
Rooms in his home that dissipate into fruit flies
Suicide lane wide load ride looting in the wake of an amicable marooning
My duty go from moving in packs to sharing food with a cat. [To Moms:] "it's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half."
She said "I'll keep you in my prayers, " I said "I need to hide a body, " she said "ok honey, talk to you on Friday."
Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter. according to the blood-and-water chapter. weird
Who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway? probably some surly dad; only child, 30 cats.
Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past.
Except it doesn't always work like that
Today I pulled three baby snakes out of moss and dirt; where the wild strawberry vines toss and turn;
I told them "you will grow to be something inventive and electric; you are healthy, you are special, you are present." then I let them go

Oh

You were sitting at the gate awaiting spirits and provisions
I was privy to a headache over pirouetting innards
In the mirror sweating pictures; who's there: simian or lizard?
As it were there is a disappearing difference
In ambition and material;
Antiquated gentleman outlaws reduced to a ferris wheel of vitriol
Move as a godless heathen; black gums, tooth gone, bootleg 'Yukon Cornelius'
I'm a... that's better, here we here we go. disenchanted face printed on a zero-dollar bill
Got a little plot of land where authority isn't recognized, contraband keeping the core of his Hyde Jekyll-ized
Check! nevermind a misanthrope vying for affection to the wretched sound of mysticism dying
It is something he must handle on his own; the wind blown way, wanna win? don't play
Today I pulled three green frogs out of leaf and bark where the grape vines climb a convenient barn;
I told them "you will grow to be something tenacious and exalted; you are mighty, you are gracious, you are lauded." then I let them go

Oh

I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level
I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril
I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kissed me on the temple
I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled
I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel
I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish that acted different when the bidding was essential
I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils
I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels
Today I pulled three ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land.
I told them "you will grow to be something dynamic and impressive; you are patient you are gallant you are festive."
Then I let them go

Oh

(On and on and on and on...)

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
I've been sleeping in these hotel beds,
And I can't find no, no damn rest,
And I just need a place to rest my head,
And I always find second best, oh,

She will be my shelter,
I knew it once I felt her,
She will be my shelter,
I knew it once I felt her,

And I ain't got any more energy,
And I can't find no, no damn release,
And I turned triumph into tragedy,
And I can't find no, no damn release, oh,

She will be my shelter,
I knew it once I felt her,
She will be my shelter,
I knew it once I felt her, yeah, ooh,

Yeah, that she's gonna be my shelter, yeah, ooh,
I just knew it once I felt her, yeah, ooh,
Yeah, that she's gonna be my shelter, yeah, ooh,

She will be my shelter,
I knew it once I felt her,
She will be my shelter,
I knew it once I felt her, yeah, ooh,

Yeah, that she's gonna be my shelter, yeah, ooh,
I just knew it once I felt her, yeah, ooh,
Yeah, that she's gonna be my shelter, yeah, ooh.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
You used to be too used to having me around,
I would have followed you anywhere, you weren't anywhere to be found,
You stood me up when I had both knees on the ground,
Beggin' you please, listen to me, girl,
You just turned me down,

You only want the things that,
That you can't have, you can't have,
And you only want me 'cause I don't want you back, so just,

Quit callin' me,
I'm no longer hung up on you,
Quit callin' me,
'Cause you're not getting through,
I went all in and got nothing in return, so just,
Quit callin' me,

You dangled love and kept me hanging by a thread,
So tangled up inside them sheets in your bed,
You left me in the dark with words you left unsaid,
You played it cool, and I was your fool, no, no,
But that was then,

You only want the things that,
That you can't have, you can't have,
And you only want me 'cause I don't want you back, so just,

Quit callin' me,
I'm no longer hung up on you, yeah,
Quit callin' me,
'Cause you're not getting through,
And I went all in and got nothing in return, so just,
Quit callin' me,

The more that I refuse to try,
The more you waste your time,
Trying to reach me on that dial, so just,

Quit callin' me,
No longer hung up on you,
Quit callin' me,
'Cause you're not getting through, no,
I went all in and got nothing in return, so just,
Quit callin' me,
I'm no longer hung up on you,
Quit callin' me,
'Cause you're not getting through,
I went all in and got nothing in return, so just,
Quit callin',
Quit callin',
Quit callin' me, yeah.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
I always catch you when you fall,
And I am always there when life's mountains seem too tall,
And I give you space, but I always hear your call,
Maybe I'll be better after all,

And you never catch me when I fall,
Oh, and you never go out of your way to make me feel beautiful,
You're my baby and I am your fool,
Maybe I'll be better without you,
Maybe I'll be better without you,

Done, giving you my heart when your heart's with someone else,
And 'cause I'm done putting you first when you only care 'bout yourself, yeah,
And I'm tired of begging you to stay,
Maybe I'll be better off this way,
Maybe I'll be better off this way,

And you never catch me when I slip,
Oh, but I know tonight some other man gonna be kissin' on your lips,
That same man thinks that you're just candy on his wrist,
There's gotta be something better than this,
There's gotta be something better than this, oh,

Done, giving you my heart when your heart's with someone else,
And 'cause I'm done putting you first when you only care 'bout yourself, yeah,
And I'm tired of begging you to stay,
Maybe I'll be better off this way,

Oh, 'cause I'm done giving you my heart when your heart's with someone else,
Oh, 'cause I'm done putting you first when you only care 'bout yourself, yeah,
And I'm tired of begging you to stay,
Maybe I'll be better off this way,
Maybe I'll be better off this way.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
And love is hard,
Either it flourishes or it starves,
And I would love to give my heart,
I just can't pull the trigger in the dark,

Well, now we've come to this,
We both agree that this love ain't bliss,
Oh, but before we cut these ties,
There's something I just need to emphasize,

Well, I pray all your wishes come true,
And if you're in need, help is offered to you,
And I pray for peace, love and prosperity,
And may all your dreams become reality,

And love needs pain,
Just like the sunshine needs the rain,
Without the love shining,
All of this water falls in vain,

Well, now we've come to this,
We both agree that this love ain't bliss,
Oh, but before we cut these ties,
There's something I just need to emphasize,

Well, I pray all your wishes come true,
And if you're in need, help is offered to you,
And I pray for peace, love and prosperity,
And may all your dreams become reality, oh,

I pray all your wishes come true,
And if you're in need, help is offered to you,
And I pray for peace, love and prosperity,
And may all your dreams become reality,

Now we've come to this,
Now we've come to this.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
Oh, if I could see into the depths of what makes you, hey, you,
Then I could give you all that love that you pursue,
But I, I,
Well, I am just a man,
And I just can't pretend,
That the essence of your being is easy to understand,
But I, I,
Well, I, I, I,

Well, baby, 'cause I know this is complicated,
But I won't let this love get wasted,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,
And I know that we both need healing,
But I won't forget all my feelings,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,

I assure you you're the one,
I just can't control my tongue,
And I say things I would have never said, no,
When our love was young,
But I, I,
Let's get back to the basics,
Let's rebuke all the critics,
Let's get back to the foundation,
Let's revisit our classics,
Oh, well, I, I,
Well, I, I, I,

Well, baby, 'cause I know this is complicated,
But I won't let this love get wasted,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,
And I know that we both need healing,
But I won't forget all my feelings,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,

We can figure,
We can figure it out,
No, no, no,
No, no, no,

Baby, 'cause I know this is complicated,
But I won't let this love get wasted,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,
And I know that we both need healing,
But I won't forget all my feelings,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,

And I know this is complicated,
But I won't let this love get wasted,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out,
And I know that we both need healing,
But I won't forget all my feelings,
We can figure it out,
We can figure it out.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
Here comes the minister,
His three-piece seems sinister,
And I'm just a visitor,
But I still know when I see a prisoner,

I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit,
Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root,

And here comes the senator,
And his high-class, bitch-ass lobbyist eventsters,
I'm just a messenger,
Oh, but I still know when I see a prisoner, yeah,

I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit,
Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root,

I thought it was obvious when you worship the fond,
The root of your evil is what your heart becomes,
The fruit that you bear may be beautiful to some,
But it's poison, it's poison, it's poison,
It's poison,

Here comes the singer and his self-righteous demeanor,
But look at these clothes--it shows,
Everybody knows I am just a prisoner,

I thought we all knew a tree and its fruit,
Are only just as good as the soil nourishing that root,

I thought it was obvious when you worship the fond,
The root of your evil is what your heart becomes,
The fruit that you bear may be beautiful to some,
But it's poison, it's poison, it's poison,
It's poison.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
Well, I've been looking for you all morning,
I ain't heard a word from you yet,
I've been looking for you all morning,
You've been writing bad checks, yeah,
You've been writing bad checks,

And I've been looking for you all morning,
You ain't ever picked up your phone,
I've been looking for you all morning,
You've been leaving me alone,
You've been leaving me alone, yeah,
You've been leaving me alone,

You know the reason I'm calling you,
You've got to explain your rules,
'Cause people, they've been talking,
Saying you've been running game on me, too,

And I've been looking for you all morning,
I just need a bit of your time,
I've been looking for you all morning,
I've been left behind, yeah,
And I've been left behind,

And I've been trying to call you all morning,
I don't know what else to do,
I've been trying to call you all morning,
But I ain't getting through, no,
But I ain't getting through,

'Cause you know the reason I'm calling you,
You've got to explain your rules,
'Cause people, they've been talking,
Saying you've been running game on me,

You've been running the game,
Far too long,
And I've been so ashamed,
I can't go on,
You've been running the game,
Far too long,
And I've been so ashamed,
I can't go on, oh,

'Cause you know the reason I'm calling you,
You've got to explain your rules,
'Cause people, they've been talking,
Saying you've been running game on me,

You know the reason I'm calling you,
You've got to explain your rules,
'Cause people, they've been talking,
Saying you've been running game on me, too.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
Well, I could stop the rain,
The rain from falling,
If you could stop this pain,
This pain that you've been causing,

Well, I've been lonely for so long,
I've been waiting for you to come back home,

'Cause you, you and all your false alarms,
You've been breaking every inch of my heart,
No, I never meant to cause you any harm,
It's you and all your false alarms,
You and all your false alarms,
You and all your false alarms,

And I could love you more,
Hey, more than you've ever known,
If you could love me full, yeah,
Hey, more than just off and on,

'Cause I've been lonely for so long,
And I've been waiting for, for you to come back home,

'Cause you, you and all your false alarms,
You've been breaking every inch of my heart,
No, I never meant to cause you any harm,
It's you and all your false alarms,
You and all your false alarms,
You and all your false,

You, yes, you've,
You've been breaking every inch of my heart,
And, no, I never meant to cause you any harm,
It's you and all your false alarms,
You and all your false alarms,
You and all your false alarms.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
Somebody drank all my Carlo,
Somebody stole my glass, oh,
But if I hear "shot time," roll out the Phillies, it's,
It's gonna kick my ass,
You said you're here with your boyfriend,
Then point him out him to me,
Because nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong,
If your boyfriend ain't in the vicinity,

Oh, I take two sips,
Lick that liquor off my lips,
I slip into rhythm with your hips,
And I'll vibe with ya,
Hey, vibe with ya,
Yeah, I'll vibe with ya,
Hey, vibe with ya,
I'll vibe ya,
Hey, vibe with you now, vibe,

It's three o'clock in the morning,
And all of my friends are gone,
But you're still up on the dance floor,
We're dancing to my favorite song,
You're just a Black Magic Woman,
And you're just another Roxanne,
Oh, but as long as you're up on the dance floor,
I'm gonna vibe the best I can,

So I take two sips,
Lick that liquor off my lips,
I slip into rhythm with your hips,
And I'll vibe with ya,
Hey, vibe with ya,
Yeah, I'll vibe with ya,
Yeah, vibe with ya,
Oh, I'll vibe ya,
Hey, vibe with you now, vibe,

I take two sips,
Lick that liquor off my lips,
I slip into rhythm with your hips,
And I'll vibe with ya,
Yeah, vibe with ya,
No, I'll vibe with ya,
Oh, vibe with ya,
Yeah, I'll vibe you,
Yeah, vibe with you now,

Two sips,
Lick that liquor off my lips,
I slip into rhythm with your hips,
And I'll vibe with ya,
Hey, vibe with ya,
No, I'll vibe with ya,
Hey, vibe with ya,
No, I'll vibe ya,
Hey, vibe with you now, vibe,

So I take two sips,
Lick that liquor off my lips,
I slip into rhythm with your hips,
And I'll vibe with ya,
Yeah, vibe with ya,
Yeah, I'll vibe with ya,
Hey, vibe with ya,
Yeah, I'll vibe ya,
Hey, vibe with you now, vibe, yeah,

Oh, yeah,
Oh,
Vibe with you, yeah,
Vibe with you now,
Vibe with you, baby.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
'Cause I got a hole deep down in my soul,
And I don't wanna let nobody know,
So I'll just bury myself deep inside till I can't breathe anymore,

I can't decide,
If I wanna live or if I wanna die,
Will this pain ever subside,
Or is this the last night of my life?

Oh, oh,
'Cause I got a hole deep down in my soul,
And I don't wanna let nobody know,
So I'll just bury myself deep inside till I can't breathe anymore,

And this can't be true,
Nobody's ever felt like I do,
And I'm so confused,
Have I already tied my noose?

Oh, oh, oh,
'Cause I got a hole deep down in my soul,
And I don't wanna let nobody know,
So I'll just bury myself deep inside till I can't breathe anymore, ah, yeah,

Oh, well, I've got the hole deep down in my soul,
And I don't wanna let nobody know,
So I'll just bury myself deep inside till I can't breathe anymore.

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Artist : ALLEN STONE
Album : Last To Speak
I know exactly where we're headed,
Science won't give God any credit,
And the church says as long the prophet said it,
It's good enough for the church to be fed it,
There's four thousand different interpretations,
We disagree from Genesis to Revelations,
We need to get to the core of the situation,
And stop bitchin' 'bout same-sex relations,

And the chapel says it's non-profit, yeah,
'Cept if the prophet wants a Benz, he goes and cops it,
And growing up wealth was never topic, no,
My daddy never had bread up in his pocket, oh,
And my tax dollars only teach abstinence,
'Cept half the girls I grew up with got pregnant,
Instead of scholarships, they got carriages,
Instead of chasing their dreams, they're chasing marriages,

And Martin Luther King (Jr.) had a vision,
So this must be a blind generation,
And it seems that we've become a nation,
Manipulated by the congregation,
And we will never find racial unity,
Unless we find equal opportunity,
Well, I will never rest for immunity,
'Cause I was born and raised in a Caucasian community,
The less-fortunate are run,
By their desires for these poisons,
Your meth, crack and heroin,
They are the kings of the underprivileged kingdom,

And there's a phantom epidemic in our nation,
And this phantom epidemic's education,
Entertainment and recreation--they take priority over shaping generations,
And what about the media?
Quit believing every single thing they're feeding ya,
The view of our political agendas,
Is swayed by political vendetta,

And I am just a son of illegitimates,
And I'm just another bitch with an instrument,
And whoring out my personal opinions,
And whoring out my personal convictions,
And, yes, I believe that the church is in crisis,
And, yes, I believe everybody's got their vices,
But the crisis that provoked me to write this,
Is I know the good I should do, but I always do the opposite,
So I should be the last to speak, yeah,
I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to,
I should be the last to,
Well, I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to speak,
Well, I should be the last to speak,
I should be the last to,
I should be the last to speak.

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
I had a small black book
but I threw it away
when you told me your name
I gotta keep you babe

I'll call quits
With all them other chicks
You've got me wondering
Maybe there could be more to this

This is the first time I've ever felt
All of the feelings that I'm feeling now
I wanna know if we
Can make this happen baby, cuz' you got me

I wanna make this real
Somehow you make me feel
Like you're the only girl in the world

I gotta make you see
How beautiful it'd be
If we could make this happen baby

I'll be prince charming
If you'll be mine, darlin'
And you'll be my only
Will you be my only girl?

You're so fine
Better yet let me say
That I find you divine
I've got to keep you mine

I lose sleep
But I'm dreaming constantly
You've got me day dreaming conciously
Honestly, I believe..

This is the first time I've ever felt
Whatever feeling that I'm feeling now
I wanna know if we
Can make this happen baby, cuz' you got me

I wanna make this real
Somehow you make me feel
Like you're the only girl in the world

I gotta make you see
How beautiful it'd be
If we could make this happen baby

I'll be prince charming
If you'll be mine, darlin'
And you'll be my only
Will you be my only girl?

This, this isn't a drill
I can't keep still
This love is real
Now, all of that time I spent without you baby
Well, that all ends here
If you'll let that end here
I wanna, I've just got to know if we
Can make this happen baby, cuz' you got me

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
Your scent
Clean linen or cinnamon, depending on what day it is.
I can't go a day without knowing what
Your eyes comprise of everything I'm hoping to get out of my life.
I hope the future in you
Is a future you can see in me, baby girl 'cause...

Baby, you got it.
I can't explain it, but I know you do.
It's all the things that you are
And every little thing that you do and that you don't do.
Baby, you got it.
I can't explain it, but I know you do.
It's just the things that you are
And every little thing that you do.

If I may
May I take a moment to hold you here in my arms tonight.
Baby, you provide the perfect rhyme
For every reason on my time line.
Smile... just once at me, so I can sleep and dream sweetly. Yeah.
You must be mixed girl, I can tell, you're half Asian, half angel.
Whoa baby.

Baby, you got it.
I can't explain it, but I know you do.
It's all the things that you are
And every little thing that you do or that you don't do.
Baby, you got it. I can't explain it, but I know you do.

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
There's the chair
That sat next to the wall
That I leaned on
In the heat of it all
I said a few things
As I stared at the lamp

Oh, the bulb was burnt out
And all the spares were out

I can still feel
the way the wall paper peeled
I tore a piece of it off
and I let it fall to the floor
With a tear
you wet the room
It was white
like the snow in the globe on your dresser

I think I left a piece of my heart
in your dresser
in case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser
In case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser
In case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser
In the dresser

That's the spot
Where you said what you said
with your hand on your foot
sitting at the foot of the bed
They were strong words
Strong like the wood of the door frame
Chipped from the day that you moved in

I could hear you
It's just the light from the window
Distractingly casted
A peculiar shadow
A tear
You wet the room, it was white
Like the snow in the globe on your dresser

I think I left a piece of my heart
in your dresser
in case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser
In case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser
In case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser
In the dresser

In the room where it all began
It's only fitting that it has to end
In the room where it all began
It's only fitting this is where it ends

I think I left a piece of my heart
in your dresser
in case you wanna start over

I think I left a piece of my heart
In your dresser...

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
On only one occasion
I tried to speak to your heart
But in a game like this one
Babe, I only get one start

And I know I need my finish
I'm gonna wait til it's time
How many times do you have
To meet the wrong guy
To know that I'm on your side

So I keep waiting
Hiding masqueradin'
Til your love starts
Changing baby lookin for somebody
Like me, my love
Cause indifference shouldn't
Spark your interest
They don't want your mind
Like rain and spring time
Like I do, like I do

I wanna tell you so badly
I wanna quit and give in
But hypothetical questions
They pose awkward situations
None of the fellows that said things
They never meant them at all
I just wanna be there baby
Like on-call
Not that you need me at all

So I keep waiting
Hiding, masqueradin'
Til your love starts
Changing baby lookin for somebody
Like me my love
Cause indifference shouldn't
Spark your interest
They don't want your mind
Like rain and spring time
Like I do

It's not about sweet talk baby
It's not about superficiality
It's not about me, sweet lady
It's all about you
And what you wanna do

If you wanna wait
Then were gonna wait
I'm not gonna make mistakes
Girl I'm with you, yeah
With you, you, you

So I keep waiting
Hiding masqueradin'
Til your love starts
Changing baby lookin for somebody
Like me, my love
Cause indifference shouldn't
Spark your interest
They don't want your mind
Like rain and spring time
Like I do, like I do

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
4 am. I'm looking at myself
The reflection of the clock on top of my shelf
Here it comes- I'm still awake
and I can feel the sun
Shining through the trees
To shine on me, but don't shine on me

So maybe if I close my eyes
maybe then I can see you smilin'
I'll be dreaming of good times
Oh, I'm sure it'll stop the cryin'
If only you'd come back to me
Maybe then I can stop this lyin'
To myself

Oh...
All these sounds
Sometimes silence can be so damn loud
Baby girl if I could have my choice
I'd only hear your voice
Feel you breathe
and feel the earth move when you're touchin' me
So many things that I wish
that I can do with you

So maybe if I close my eyes
maybe then I can see you smiling
I'll be dreaming of good times
Oh, I'm sure it'll stop the cryin'
If only you'd come back to me
Maybe then I can stop this lyin'
To myself

All the megapixels in this world
Couldn't capture what you mean to me, girl
If a picture's worth a thousand words
No million pictures could speak for her
La la la la la la la la la la la...
Always lying to myself, heyyy... yeahhh

So maybe if I close my eyes
maybe then I can see you smilin'
I'll be dreaming of good times
Oh, I'm sure it'll stop the cryin'
If only you'd come back to me
Oh, maybe maybe then I can stop this lyin'
To myself
Heyyy, yeahh

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
I told her I loved her
But I can't remember why
This is a bad, bad sign
I can't even hold her
Just sittin' here as she cries
I'm just a bad, bad guy

I'd cut it out for good
Cut it out for good
If I could...
Wish I still felt the same
My fickle heart's to blame
My fickle heart's to blame
Only knows to push away
it never wants to stay
it never wants to stay
I'd cut it out for good
Cut it out for good
If I could...

She wants me to tell her
All the things that I used to say
I don't feel that way...
So she says to say something
If only to fill the space
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try

I'd cut it out for good
Cut it out for good
If I could...
Wish that I still felt the same
My fickle heart's to blame
My fickle heart's to blame
Only knows to push away
It never wants to stay
It never wants to stay
Oh, I'd cut it out for good
Cut it out for good
If I could...

Wish that I knew
What the problem was
Why I'm so cruel?
The instability
No, I'm not happy when I'm happy
Curse this fickle heart inside me
Move on...
You'd better go

Wish that I still felt the same
My fickle heart's to blame
My fickle heart's to blame
Only knows to push away
It never wants to stay
It never wants to stay
Oh, I'd cut it out for good
Cut it out for good
If I could...

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
Pretty little pictures
On a small black card
Stamped it in my city
'Fore I sent it off to your house
I'm hoping that it finds you
As it's traveling east
I pray it finds your doorstep
Oh, that it's still in one piece

(Mmm) I know I didn't write much
I hope that's alright
I promised I'd try- I tried all night
I hope you've been well
I've been doing all right
Trying to find the rhythm through the blues tonight
Oh... well I wish that it were
But it won't be

'Cuz this needs more than a postcard, baby
So much more than a postcard, baby
I've been tryin' to write- it's just too heavy
I've been tryin' to bribe my heart- it won't let me
And it would take more than what I feel in the autumn, love
It would say more than any song that I've ever wrote
But I can't go... so the postcard goes
Ohhh

Pretty little lady
Oh it's been a long, long time
I wish I'd known the future
And I wish that I could turn back time
Everybody's wondering
They've been asking about you
I say you're doing okay
But I wish that I knew...

I know I didn't write much
Still hoping you'd write
And anything's fine-
Even just one line.
I hope you've been well
I've been doing all right
Trying to find the rhythm thru the blues tonight
Oh.. how I wish that it were
But it won't be

Cuz this needs more than a postcard, baby
So much more than a postcard, baby
I've been tryin' to write but it's just too heavy
I've been tryin' to bribe my heart- it won't let me
And it would take more than what I feel in the summer, love
It would say more than any song that I ever wrote
But I can't go... so the postcard goes

How I wish I could tell you
What you and I both need to hear
But how will that work if-
If we both need differently
I hope that you're happy
There between the sun and the sand
And if you forget me...
Well, I'll understand

Cuz this needed more than a postcard, baby
So much more than a postcard, baby
I've been tryin' to write- it's just too heavy
I've been tryin' to bribe my heart- it won't let me
And it would take more than what I feel in the summer, love
It would say more than any song that we've ever wrote
But I can't go... so the postcard goes
Ohhhhh

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Artist : BONDOC, GABE
Album : Timing
I think we spend too much time
Talking around what we need to say
I think there's always been something
Something you've been dying to say
Cuz I've been dying to say this

But the words wont
They won't make their way out of my lips
Won't make the shape I need to ask you
Why don't, why don't we try
Let's try to make what we have real

Cuz I laaaaaaah... Oh I laahhhhh...
Oh I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa...
I doooooo.
I can't say it, but I know that I do.

I think you biting your lip hides
Something profound that I wish you'd say
My mind's been racing
My heart's been waiting
It just wants me to say
What we've been hiding away

But the words wont
They won't make their way out of my lips
Won't make the shape I need to ask you
Why don't, why don't we try
Let's try to make what we have real

Cuz I laaaaaaah...
Oh I laahhhhh...
How I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa...
I do.

"It's just a word- just a single word!"
Telling myself that telling her
Is not a big thing
More than a word
It changes what she hears- what she's heard
What we are and what we once were
One of these days I'm going to have to take that risk
If I'm going to be the man that she can see herself with
I can feel the weight this word can easily shift
Oh but I want to make it real

Cuz I laaaaaaah...
Oh I laahhhhh...
How I la-la-la-la-la-la-laaaaa...
I do.
I can't say it, but I know that I do...

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