Battery

歌詞

(Aesop Rock) Yo change the fuckin channel I burn a ((Aesop Rock:Coma|coma)) candle When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample We them cats talkin noise behind that New York trash heap Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep And it's, worker zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers Training Generation Fallout Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out There's smoke in my iris But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids So I'm ready now (What you ready for?) I'm ready for life in this city And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass Passing the time with serial killer coloringbooks and bags of marbles Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool (This is our school) I'm not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool (Man please) Man please My name stands for my being And my being stands for the woman who stood And braved the storm to raise this seedling (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful) Yeah middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence Back in a long time ago, I was the way the wishers wish But missers miss, I slept through my appointment Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify And picked the rose that wilted The second I introduced myself as Nervous Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken Some are burning, some are frozen Some deserve tall tales, some have wrote them Some are just a brutal repercussion of devotion Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion Now where I live there's a homeless man He sits upon a crate He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this *Horn samples* (Aesop Rock) And I ain't getting any younger My knuckles wear their bruises well I've yet to lose that hunger But only time can tell Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks See your name is Ambiguity My name is something hands can't hold But hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now And if I plow the fields that don't guarantee plentiful harvest But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing The Bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn But y'all numb from gut fuel I administer eclipse, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor Cuz a martyr-made motor don't quit I am an epiphany, I am webbed-foot mammal Channel surfing my way to the top Tugboat in a bottle With no holes poked in the nozzle I fed em bedlam diluted in limelight Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median The second my halo ran outta helium Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry But my energy's a rental So I take this now to say Thank you senorita for holding a flame to a lost wick Thank you James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego Y'all are family for life I'll take that bullet to preserve you I wanna be something spectacular On the day the sun runs outta batteries Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn Then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this (I ain't gettin any younger) *Horn samples to end*