Aesop Rock - Blue In The Face lyrics

[Aesop Rock:] Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold of ugly tenements Oh distribute sour inhalants regulate lobby developments Today summon the rug rat oblivious to what's delicate Tomorrow siphon imperfection out the fetus prior to selling it There is a brain in the thicket tap circle cupping the port to accord it Teeter thorn storm plunges more but conformers the pouring's half the entry Plated pearly gates a chanted axis with high gentry hinging our binging on Public picket fencing Squirming in terms in conditions of un-satisfact destiny magnet Where the ebony should of cracked sh** ratio tragic Lose sight suit oh mavericks clash at futility pageants I post froze in a blaze at a grand combustion A leader's deception connection wiper with a barn responds his friend With an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for nothing And that's glory abide thy cra** itinerary barely suitable for common slum cats And the lemmings will follow you to the blood bath All aboard that awful train through shames patch where I'd trade my window Seat for one pane of replacement stain gla**, see I bow to the the gods of opacity I don't mind y'all looking in, it's just watching Sin City steam slips under my skin And I'm about half way to nausea, half way to contentment 2 halves post made a dance evoked a whole lot of resentment Build a pen around master dome patriarch close to four peters Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably ingenious Let's soak my feet in lake infinity the time vibe strapped to dignity my Symmetries vivid image still can't mimic the victory comfort is a drug and I'm numb as f** Yet some prefer the hum and others tend to s** the life out of the crux like One, two, three, four, and I'm a tug dummy hug the hungry pull the lever push the bu*ton Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest target everyone Beckon eyes idols that have a malleable colony till the fire ant dropped the Sweet leaf grief your dreams a needle in a needle stack claiming safety pin physics Baby tin blizzards collide while ole iron sides trust the rivets I'm sick of the picker the litter soaking the spot lit when I know they Know they owe all thanks to the end all Aesop Rock sh** watch this Build me a home; build me a home of brick and wood and everything good With a front porch where I can jar fire flies by night And smoke stogs till the day meets twilight Build me a home, build me a home with a green gra** hill with running a water In a backyard with a sandbox and a garden of foreign flowers Build me a home with a basement and an attic Where I can store remnants of the day I once slept in build me a home No skull is sacred in the races Locked in a pagan doctrine watching born again faces gamble up patience fail blatant Ochre and sienna war paintings stain plague community harking as wrapped It's overlooking out crops Give you one life to laugh at catalog bliss on The least common attachment ten seconds of glittering silence Pilot is flight redefine stagnant Most emotions host an entire lesson Congressional less one stone merely for the exceptional spectacle now Listen the pause heed tall falls the voidance of the suit dispersed Await a straightened arrows a perfect circle has been fastened to the Blimp side buy in my grin and clusters that's better than colony my own Fathers son is the holy ghost s** that theology I king for a day of Peasant for a pleasant life blood on the easel and my eagle eyelids Spots runaway pirates look I despise squatters with a, ohh, cry me a River a quarter how'd you afford that dog and sour dialogue I put my hook in the pond I put my worm In the hook I put my trust in the worm That he'd bring me something to cook I felt a tug on my line and I lugged a trash can On my pole with a note from the worm attached that Read, "Thanks for nothing a**hole! " Simple parables of nature making Character giddy and riddle me a similar situation mix city quick put Your honor on the line doors to the monks blood thirsty barracuda Serpents and report on powers of devil treatment church links I'm a Fence sitter lips torn by both polars and their working I can only model throttle at the dream catching matching a patchy holist with a Sovereignty harbored and charged my hate breed in a minute he's picket Spitting stitches to fix the britches in the gaps one night I broke in Bridges give us traps and tried to walk to get stogs just like hop Scotch between polar caps and I'm, blue in the face when every second is a waste of breath Making that cla**ic mockery of every step Oh build me a home, build me a home please with a light in the window and A red front door and a picket fence and a fire place and a sturdy frame And we can sit I'll tell you my name build me home...