Текст песни Aesop Rock f Dose One - Float
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* send corrections to the typist[Aesop Rock and Dose One]This is not your ordinary balladWith a perfect little bow around the middleAnd a black man on a white horseOr a white man on a black horseIt`s got all these tired parts whereWe don`t even sing at randomPrincess, raise the drawbridgeWe don`t serve your kindIt ends where it beginsAnd the beginning isn`t prettyCan`t forget that not-so-perfect Bow around the middle (`round the middle, `round the middle...)Har-bour (???) [said like har-bow?]And it goes a little something like this..[Aesop Rock]New walk in a broken sole (???), pedigree incessantGot (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frameThe zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blameCut-throats the result of pope jokes soaked in poacher constantsAnd now the jewel emits cold, wander prominent.. honour (honour)I bought up silkworms by the bucket like starter kitsSo you first bought a stitch Joined damaged mammoth brigading caperNurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaserI keep the spare wings strapped to my fusesIn case the hackers snatch the plumage[Dose One]So you mean these things are worth moneyNow drifting offThis is the who-you-calling-homelessMock me fearfulTwisted ???? ???? and I got front row seats at the d-d-d-d-dead concertAnd you`re in it, Ichabod (???)Running out of most (???) from the Alamo (???) we`re moseying My kind of people ???? ???? ???? ???? moseying (???)With my eyes patched ???? ???? ???? universeSo I back it and gave my verdict (???) ???? ???? ???? ????[Aesop Rock]Oh it`ll be soon (real soon)???? ???? immune to doom blendsI eat ditch (???) in the kitchen `til every spoon bendsA glance along tomorrow, sorryLooking not at hopefuls (???), where`s the raindanceMy little flint never dreamed would flood unpotableSee I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary tasteContemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place (incoming)Hmm, yo why not be a czar, analyze fallen heroicsRecognize root of the worship, search and hold itWho put the fun in dysfunctional? I..Chronicle sun combustible, donkey-punching pinholesIn uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good (good)Dr-rink up, slop a goblet of dirt wine (???),I nurse a single application of introvert, serpentine[Dose One]Now a sunset without a scrape of red an-an-and plastic bagNow sunk around his head (???) sick-sick-sick-sick... (???)???? ???? ????The sickness likeness in the roofer`s eyes and his aloneAnd nothing terrible happened to the bag???? ???? ???? ???? ????...And brought on out...And clouds...The hiss cuts out... (???)Suppose it`s noise...And the piano...And the window frrraame... (???)Sky and dirt that`s fresh... keptFrom where I`m going... holy otherHoly other, holy other, holy other...[Aesop Rock]B-B-B-B-B-ButI`ve got charcoals in my heart, I`ve got charcoals in my heartI`ve got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apartI`ve got charcoals in my heart, but I`ve got charcoals in my heartI`ve 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 vainYou shoulda locked that up when you`re all finishedFinished yet? Now uhm...I usually finish this number with uh... my skull up (???)[Aesop Rock]Everybody rally around the novel burners, spit, murder the matches