Lyrics Same Space (The Tugboat Complex, Part 2) - Aesop Rock
Killings
reflect
the
destiny
of
the
village
So
when
20
count
regrets
float
down
futility
spillage
See
I'll
pass
the
broken
arrow
this
time
for
certain
Yea
but
from
here
on
out
it's
hoofed
mare
or
bare
footed
urchin
Dig
in
your
person
Now
exhibit
true
audacity
and
passively
hack
reason
to
ribbons
And
you're
excused
from
the
round-table
admissions
committee
Activist
legends
turned
hostage
in
fallen
cities
Dirty
earthlings
circling
vision
immaculate
Spin
me
dizzy
in
a
crosswalk
My
too
far
gone
mastodon
senses
inspect
relentless
For
fitted
boogie
systems
with
crook
addictions
Well
sure
my
crown
is
formed
of
thorns
Yea
but
my
thorns
are
formed
of
sound
And
I've
found
sounds
what
keep
me
warm
When
the
mornings
born
with
frozen
ground
Put
a
rope
down
pull
me
from
where
the
buzzards
clear
The
meat
from
the
bones
you
and
your
little
badass
mad
max
musketeers
When
the
silhoettes
of
emaciated
frames
danced
on
a
highwire
Mistook
for
aspiring
third
world
poster
children
But
is
inserted
ghost
with
dealin'
Dare
to
administer
links
like
chieftain
whats
your
forte
Knuckle
dragger
in
disguise
seeking
the
match
made
in
your
eyes
Friend
it
don't
take
the
wisest
men
in
triplicate
pacing
in
find
I
don't
condone
the
blasphemy
hatchery's
procreation
From
the
floods,
to
the
fires,
to
the
droughts,
to
the
cyclones
Tidal
waves,
the
twisters,
tornadoes,
and
hail
stones
Whirlwinds,
tropical
storms,
blizzards
and
monsoons
All
of
which
I
witnessed
prior
to
waking
up
inside
my
room
Look
at
the
crook
as
I
panic
episode
tantrums
Fuck
hugging
my
cool
The
edginess
readies
the
Mach
9 quick
draw
hence
the
duel
The
company
of
similars
couldn't
excite
the
motor
But
hermit
crab
Aes
home
a-loner
One
barrel
of
idioms
and
charcoal
stick,
courage
under
desire
Canopy
draped
beautiful
messiah
reluctant
Stuck
in
the
pluck
of
the
harp
buzzing
the
fuzzing
television
mixer
Book
of
saturated
matches
and
a
half-made
bed
(Sleep
on
my
other
half
made
bed)
Pick
of
the
litter,
litter
of
the
pick
Pack
leader
will
huff
cannibal
fumes,
mechanical
zoom
There's
ample
room
for
Stowaways
inside
the
cargo
bed
Said
leech
prior
to
firing
up
his
barnacle
magnet
Instincts
leashing
himself
to
where
the
wind
splitting
ice
storms
And
termite
swarms
are
commonplace
I'm
a
trace
this
silver
lining
winding
round
the
profit
chase
I
know
there
is
good
in
you
if
one
peels
back
the
opulence
But
I
also
know
its
ratio
to
bad
don't
feed
my
confidence
The
nutrients
moody
tints
of
blue
circle
The
clues
units
of
success
being
personal
Then
sucked
basic
diversion
Rusty
anchor
budget
for
nothing
Wedged
between
Aesop
Rock
and
a
scarred
face
of
frustrated
fuck
you
Bound
by
concern
I
can't
believe
I'm
still
concerned
I
can't
believe
sly
children
turn
in
their
sleep
over
one-liners
While
I
yield
to
hear
your
burns
Color
me
out
of
my
skull
draggin'
a
wagon
of
creature
features
And
all
I
ever
wanted
was
to
aggravate
the
sleepers
Look
self-crafted
heroics
murder
worthless
Crash
test
ideologies,
catalog
alien
doctrines
type
disturbance
Got
'em
out,
killing
machines
turn
belly
up
Buckled,
the
troubles
I've
seen
Coax
twenty
four
sevens
of
wide
eyes
from
day
dreamers
Clean
or
dirty
serpents
in
turn
wish
preference
for
the
latter
Justified
the
germs
birth
cauterize
the
gashes
after
On
my
left,
one
finger
for
each
borough
I
can
touch
On
my
right,
one
finger
for
each
time
that
I
wake
up
midsummer
night
Who's
cloaked
in
a
pristine
mantle
of
hellfire
But
A-capital
glaciers
out
the
east
slide
lateral
Born
for
one
task
indeed
To
spoil
a
citizen
kane
emote
itself
this
ugly
duckling
seed
Look
I
aint
too
attired
of
draggin
the
baggage
over
the
seasaw
seeds
When
the
reapers
turns
mortals
to
caspers
See
the
plain
and
stone
conjurable
can't
mimic
the
null
Of
a
billion
troops
holding
matchsticks
to
empty
cannons
Stand
in
for
many
moons
when
the
sun
hit
the
mountainside
splendidly
Bask
in
the
last
warmth
that
known
to
man's
tangents
In
the
wink
of
an
innocent
starchild's
eyelid
drop
he
vanished
Managed
to
carve
initials
in
the
granite
wall
that
damned
it
all
up
I
hung
with
cats
that
do
the
don'ts
Cats
that
forage
through
the
moats
Hoping
they'll
open
with
sovereignty
and
a
canteen
deemed
with
prodigies
I
log
the
wake,
the
watch,
the
walk,
the
work
The
well
it's
almost
six
o'clock
I've
never
seen
so
many
tugboats
miss
the
dock
(watch)
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.