Blue in the Face - Aesop Rock

Yo, I surf an axiom kicked in a center fold by 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 Ebenezer to Cratchit ratio tragic

Lose sight pseudo 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 crass 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 glass

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 Mastodon

Patriarch close to four peters

Woke to rope cubicles combines with combines suitably ingenious

Let’s soak my feet in lake infinity

With a timebomb strapped to dignity

Symmetries vivid image still can’t mimic the victory

Comfort is a drug and I’m numb as fuck

Yet some prefer the hum and

Others tend to suck the life out of the crux like

And I’m a tug dummy, hug the hungry

Pull the lever, push the button

Drink the garbage split the homage reap the harvest

Target everyone

Mechanized idols inhabit malleable colonies

'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 pick of the litter soaking the spot lit

When I know they know they owe all thanks

To the end all Aesop Rock shit, watch this

Oh, 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 stog’s till the day meets twilight

Build me a home

Build me a home with a green grass hill with running 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 blaring 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

Where the straight and narrow’s a perfect circle has-beens

Fastened to the flip side via migrating clusters

That’s better than colony

My own father’s son is the holy ghost, suck that theology

High king for a day or peasant for a pleasant life

Blood on the easel and my eagle eyelid spots runaway pirates

Look, I despise squatters with a, oh, 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 asshole!»

Simple parables of nature making character giddy

And riddle me a similar situation mid 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 by hate breed anonymity spigot

Spitting stitches to fix the bridges and 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 classic 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 and I’ll tell you my name, build me home…