paroles de chanson 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"
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