Aesop Rock - Low Tide lyrics

[Intro: Aesop Rock] Apparently, if you are to actually whistle While working It is somehow proven to make the work Either the workload less Or the stress that comes on from the workload less It somehow lessons the intensity of the entire event Now, I have like a nervous tic where I whistle And make a bird noise like (whistling) I feel like that's the opposite [Verse] On the eighth day... Built this city outta warm clay bricks Stood outside the walls with harps and sharp sticks Another stray kitten's elated to play chicken Cause everyday it rain the same array of clay pigeons They were tired, the target's been over the same apartments I mean you could pick 'em off by just recalling where your arms was Now they wanna pick and choose the armors Click and use the weapons 'til the city lose its marbles It was fuses over charcoals in a barrel used for garbage They would gather all the fighters up and barbecue the harvest Satan's little starlets in the dark trying to pry you open And shake a writer out his Times New Roman I'm all Slow motion baby I'm in a zone, so frozen Not a part of the phone home quotient Instead I dance around fires Cutters in the sky singing "Just how low is your lowest low tide?" Low enough to gather up the halibut And scatter up the beach before the water's back to ha**le us Meanwhile the mayor's on some art-crime camel clutch Glamour submits to the lowest standards yet Civil war if his vision isn't yours If his definition differ send a pig to kick his door "Oink oink" bellow from the bacon with the brawniest frame That roll on your hood like Tawny Kitaen And money nobody considers you a threat More D-students dreaming of pea shooters bet You ain't project gunplay, you Project Runway Gentle and apprehensive twenty ways to Sunday And I roam around the motor way with poker faces Only seen on older apes who know how many soldiers made it home today Damn that's freedom with a fee I wash my face in the sea. See? [Outro] How low is your lowest low tide How low is your lowest low tide It was lower than the lowest anybody'd ever known It was low, it was far, it was wide Now the townsfolk stand Pullin' clams out the sand For the feast they would celebrate the fight When the elder spoke He said "The sword's no joke." And the tide then returned that night