Aesop Rock Drawbridge Lyrics:
INTRO This is not your ordinary ballad with a
perfect little bow around the middle and a black
knight on a white horse or a white knight on a
black horse. It's got all these tired parts where
we don't even sing and random princess raise the
drawbridge we don't serve your kind. It ends where
it begins and the beginning isn't pretty, can't
forget that not-so-perfect little bow around the
middle... and it goes a little something like
this. AESOP- Moon walking a broken soul pedigree
incessant. Gut the cruddy frame. The zealots
enveloped inside the belly of the blame.
Cutthroat's the result of pulp joke soaked in
poacher constants, and not a jewel amidst coal
wander prominent. Honor. I barter silk worms by
the bucket like starter kits. Sew your first
martyr stich. Join damaged brigader caper. Nurse
the tantrum with a fantasy chaser. I keep a spare
wing strapped to my fuses incase the hackers
snatch the plumage. DOSE ONE- so you mean these
things are worth money now drifting off this is
the who you calling homeless mighty fearful
twisted and tonight I got front row tickets to the
dead concert and you're in it icabod running out
of morals for my allegory... moseying and my kind
of people will only sell circles... with my eyes
patched in a not so new universeso I beckon and
bray but my pretty bird just ain't muting the
many... AESOP- Oh, it'll be soon. Balloon immune
to doom blend. I ain't ditchin' the kitchen 'til
every spoon bends. A glance along tomorrow's sorry
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looking lot of hopefuls was the rain dance my
little flint never dreamed would flutter potable.
I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary
taste, contemporary taste made my lip drop in the
first place. Incoming. You want to be a Czar?
Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the
worship, search and hold it. Who put the fun in
dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible. Donkey
punchin' pinholes in uncomfortable Zen
conjunctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a
goblet of dirt wine. I nurse a single application
of introvery serpentine. DOSE ONE- A sunset
without a scrape of red and a plastic bag noise
sunk down around his head sick. sick sick...
stealing a peak... there's sickness in the
roofer's eyes and his alone and nothing terrible
happened to the bag... wrongs spilled off in and
brought on out the clouds the hiss cut's out
spills its voice into me and the window full of
star is fresh kept from where I'm going or the
only other way art AESOP- I got charcoals in my
heart, I got charcoals in my heart, I got
charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart.
DOSE ONE- and before when I said "shut the
fuck up it's none of your business" that was
to be in vein... be sure to lock that up when
you're all finished... uhh... well you see I
usually finish this number with... my skull open.
AESOP- Everyone rally 'round the novel burner,
spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade
diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the
masses wanna lean on me like 'oh captain my
captain' not considering maybe this orphan hosts
morbid attachments. DOSE ONE- "button button
who's got the button" take my name...
please... leaks the little gentle man made of
lightning inside my lockbox... oh you like to help
with coats... wait until you see what I got in
this here locket. OUTRO
Lyrics: Drawbridge, Aesop Rock [end]