Lyrics Sick Friend - Aesop Rock

Thou mayest indeed
Tune onto the forbidden channel
And see it like it is baby

Who shall be our champion?
What manner of channel beholdest thou
Shall it fall on me?
Deceit, deceit, deceit

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

Yo
I was thinking about my sick friend
Stringing a ring around my whit's end
13 loops later his feet hung inches out the pig pen
Motley day goblins brought up pillage to pass the stillness
With bad javelin tip dipped inside barrel black magic brilliance

Who rose at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?
To capture the fascist fragment choreographed in traffic dancing for nickels
Hooked like sickle cells with the principles of comraderey
One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not example sample

Give me the bread crust while considering the littering
I don't pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill
Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous catalyst
Sprung alacrative, leashed by the carnal tyrant

I choked when the cage bird sings and stings
Springs me up delirium to stitch the clipped wings
I say instinctively break through while clinging the shrieking souls
Mourning the death of full and high to loss of quality control

Quality control, stand still string up the banner
From the beehive to the anthill; rag dummy
Incorporate the unison of Vikings ship rowers plus the perfection
Of the twice to burn with half the stone throwers, speak your assessment

My communicative hindrance pleads the needs
Of a billion hungry victims gripped by the hell that's left to splinters
Shimmying up the mast of natives and it's league marvels
One component's sure to shock a mass burial, breeze

Broken penny bank fragments float up at stagnant seas
Dirty work plus applicants with chatter box disease
Iron bandit, give them the stars, the head balloons and rubies
Asked for many moons and I can't stand it any more

This is how I feel that I sling
And the regulars were so amazed

I'm the mightiest slinger of them all!
There is a time for war and a time for peace
And a time to run and a time to split

"Getting dusty in the cellar"

I run a funny race, malnourished monarchs and loopy admirals
Where 99.9% swivel the broken axels
I built boats of a pack rat bats of bully club swung
Post utility inhalants nail it to stability and sail it

Lopsided Star bird bow crooked mass makeshift
Patching holes with chewing gum and sticking sail to dirty bases
Observe me sitting with my eyes tied to the clock, 'Cause
I know that once that wind kicks up you and your motors left rope to the dock

And it's the, art of clarity married to slender extension
Of blue sky of a happy neighborhood
String on my ring has left me dancing like wooden dummies in a paper nature
Marry had a case of door nails, Francis little brittle dolls of paper

In assembly, I tremble with a crocodile smile
Hiding a fish out of water complex provided upon entry
Now if I, were to fall to speeds
To levigate the game plan, would you wanna still impede

I mean I guess, I can just divorce me from the rest
And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess
But my loyalty supply hints on which inkling I should run with
And I'm thinking that damn town crier's about to fill this here bucket

It's that, grand precious that precious that part of you wants to touch
And part of you just wants to sit and be impressed with
Tainted agony induct in barnacle attachments
Mood swinging upon the barnstorm to perpendicular traffic

Spread, Circa 4000 circuitry burns cicada wings
Above alkadiene Townsman spoon-fed the shadow
I'm tired of being wired into the thief ratio
It's gnawing a hole through my scheme so I leave (Know what I mean?)

It is the molotov cocktail hour
Have I not brought you blessings without number?

They have plenty of nothing and nothing is plenty for them
Yea
I've never had it so good

"Getting dusty in the cellar"
"Getting dusty in the cellar"
"Getting dusty in the cellar"