Garbage - Aesop Rock.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Ian Bavitz/Tony Simon
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Ian Bavitz/Tony Simon
[00:06.00]The ritual goes, same window different visual.
[00:09.00]Wing of wax, or wing of gold leaf
[00:14.91]Choose one.
[00:15.72]Float or plummet 20 thousand cold legues
[00:18.03]My nourishment's provided in the summer
[00:20.43]So that I wonder
[00:21.12]How y'all chasin' dreams when what's tangible still outruns ya
[00:24.30]Hail dirty doll immaculate performance
[00:26.49]Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what
[00:29.37]I born at
[00:30.18]Cut and paste alertness to current set is provided quick
[00:33.30]*****mmy the pirate *****p mast, bat the eyelids at the siren in her bow (?)
[00:36.93]Facing, let's salute the embrace pertinent generals who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles.
[00:42.33]Flirtin' with a serpent workin' overtime
[00:44.49]Drain the battery, siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery.
[00:48.00]I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens.
[00:50.88]Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's
[00:52.92]I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge
[00:55.35]I've ever crossed beneath the sun
[00:56.82]Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one.
[00:59.79]Snake bite
[01:00.93]Breath too heavy to hold.
[01:02.43]Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin' to swim it.
[01:05.37]Ran for the sake of dead click stripped of idealic image
[01:08.13]Steal a sloppy earth meal feed my pottery wheel to model collossal vision
[01:12.24]Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies
[01:14.85]I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies '
[01:17.88]Til the cloud burst
[01:18.99]Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap
[01:21.84]Little drummer boy verse' thunderclap
[01:23.94]In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest
[01:27.09]Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
[01:30.18]Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
[01:32.85]Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand.
[01:47.88]No enigma, an attempt to bury the hatchet
[01:50.94]Rendered me victim of deviltry plus wounded like stigmatics
[01:54.12]Somethin's somethin hazardous
[01:55.59]I smell an inch of differnce in this mornin's pollution pistons and how the loose ends drift in
[02:00.00]My sour pash (?) institutions slipped in admidst the invaders and,
[02:03.33]Pardon my tone but,
[02:04.41]This garden's grown ****ing acres since my visit
[02:06.96]Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard to that chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it.
[02:12.09]It's the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin
[02:14.91]It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin
[02:17.91]It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you'll never win
[02:20.76]Coz it's that carnival where every freak show spectacle's your friend.
[02:23.91]An' I'm a,
[02:24.33]Ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas
[02:26.97]Antifreeze to glacier cookin' a look of fiery nature
[02:30.39]It's the,
[02:30.54]Ceilin' feelin' too heavy to bless the
[02:32.46]I-beams for a fraction more collapse (I left sorry) that to your door.
[02:36.45]****ing my back to hell's kitchen, bac
[02:38.61]Burnin' murder machinery, released regardless of the pardons
[02:42.06]Hitchin my life to the leash of one minstrel
[02:44.55]Sick of same window different visual
[02:46.65]Same agnostic hostage different ritual
[02:49.02]Play, coopertive supercolony clash (I heard we have a dust collection - let me see it)
[02:53.31]Ooh, I duel this underdog verse forced adaption to the marbles of the now
[02:56.79]Since then my knuckles haven't once dragged on the ground.
[03:00.39]In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest
[03:03.06]Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
[03:06.18]Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
[03:20.88]Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand.
[03:30.09]The ritual goes, same window different visual.
[03:33.00]The ritual is same ****ing window different visual