Текст песни Blue in the Face - Aesop Rock
(Yo)
(ey)
I
surf/serve
an
axiom
kinked
in
a
centerfold
by/but
ugly
tenements
I'll
distribut
sour
inhalents
regulate
lawry
developments
Today
summon
the
rug
rat
oblivious
to
what's
delicate.
Tomorrow
siphon
imperfection
out
the
fetus
prior
to
selling
it.
There
is
a
brain
and
the
thickets
half
circle
cupping
the
port
to
accord
it
Teeter
thorn
storm
plunges
more
but
conformers
the
pouring's
half
the
entry
Play
that
pearly
gates
a
chanted
axis
with
arch
gentry
hinging
our
binging
on
public
picket
fencing
Squirming
in
terms
in
conditions
of
un-satisfact
destiny
magnet
Where
the
ebenezer
to
cratchit
ratio
is
tragic
Lose
sight
sudo
mavericks
clash
at
futility
pageants
I
post
froze
in
a
blaze
at
a
grand
combustion
A
leader's
deception
connection
wipe
away
the
barn
respondive
his
friend
With
an
eye
socket
full
of
needles
and
a
will
to
die
for
nothing
(Yeah
that's
glory)
abide
thy
crass
itinerary
barely
suitable
for
common
slum
cats
And
the
lemmings
will
follow
you
to
the
blood
bath
Yeah
all
aboard
that
awful
train
through
shames
patch
Where
I'd
trade
my
window
seat
for
one
painter
replacement
stain
glass
See
I've
battled
the
gods
of
opacity
I
don't
mind
yall
looking
in,
its
just
watching
sim
city
steam
slips
under
my
skin
And
im
about
half
way
to
nausea,
half
way
to
contempt
men
2 halves
post
made
a
dance
evoked
a
whole
lot
of
resentment
Build
a
pen
around
master
dome
patriarch
close
to
four
peters
Woke
to
rope
cubicles
combines
with
combines
suitably
ingenious
Let's
soak
my
feet
in
lake
infinity
with
a
time
bomb
strapped
to
dignity
my
symmetries
vivid
image
still
cant
mimic
the
victory
(see)
comfort
is
a
crumb
and
I'm
numb
as
fuck
Yet
some
prefer
the
hum
and
others
tend
to
suck
the
life
out
of
the
crux
like
(Breath
in)
(1
23 4)
And
im
a
hug
dummy
hug
the
hungry
pour
the
lever
push
the
button
Drink
the
garbage
split
the
homage
reap
the
harvest
target
everyone
Beckon
eyes
idols
that
have
a
malleable
colony
still
the
fire
ant
dropped
the
sweet
leaf
grief
your
dreams
a
needle
in
a
needle
stack
claiming
safety
pin
physics
Baby
tin
blizzards
collide
while
ole
iron
sides
trust
the
rivets
I'm
sick
of
the
picker
the
litter
soaking
the
spot
lit
when
I
know
they
know
they
owe
all
thanks
to
the
end
all
Aesop
Rock
shit.
watch
this
Build
me
a
home;
build
me
a
home
of
brick
and
wood
and
everything
good
With
a
front
porch
where
I
can
char
fire
flies
by
night
and
smoke
stogs
till
the
day
meets
twilight,
build
me
a
home,
build
me
a
home
with
a
green
grass
hill
with
runing
a
water
in
a
backyard
with
a
sandbox
and
a
garden
of
foreign
flowers
build
me
a
home
with
a
basement
and
an
attic
where
I
can
store
remnants
(1,
2,
3,
4)
of
the
day
I
once
slept
in
build
me
a
home.
No
skull
is
sacred
in
the
races
Locked
in
a
pagan
doctrine
watching
born
again
faces
gamble
up
patience
fail
blatant
Oak
//currents
the
end
of//
war
paintings
stain
plague
community
harking
as
wrapped
It's
overlooking
out
crops.
Give
you
one
life
to
laugh
at
catalog
bliss
on
the
least
common
attachment
10
seconds
of
glittering
silence
pilot
is
flight
redefine
stagnant
Most
emotions
host
an
entire
lesson
congressional
less
one
stone
merely
for
the
exceptional
spectacle
(now
listen)
the
pause
heed
tall
falls
the
voidance
of
the
suit
dispersed
await
a
straightened
arrows
a
perfect
circle
has
been
fastened
to
the
blimp
side
buy
in
my
grin
and
clusters
that's
better
than
colony
my
own
father's
son
is
the
holy
ghost
suck
that
theology
I
king
for
a
day
of
peasant
for
a
pleasant
life
Blood
on
the
easel
and
my
eagle
eyelids
spots
runaway
pirates
look
I
despise
squatters
with
a
ohh
cry
me
a
river
a
quarter
how'd
you
afford
that
dog
and
sour
dialogue
Yeh
I
put
my
hook
in
the
pond
I
put
my
worm
In
the
hook
I
put
my
trust
in
the
worm
that
he'd
bring
me
something
to
cook
I
felt
a
tug
on
my
line
and
I
lugged
a
trash
can
on
my
pole
with
a
note
from
the
worm
attached
that
read
(NO
thanks
for
nothing
asshole)
simple
parables
of
nature
making
character
giddy
and
riddle
me
a
similar
situation
mix
city
quick
but
your
honor
on
the
line.
doors
to
the
monks
blood
thirsty
barracuda
serpents
and
report
on
powers
of
devil
treatment
church
links
im
a
fence
sitter
lips
torn
by
both
polars
and
their
working
I
can
only
model
throttle
at
the
dream
catching
matching
a
patchy
holist
with
a
sovereignty
harbored
and
charged
my
hate
breed
in
a
minute
he's
picket
spitting
stitches
to
fix
the
bridges
and
the
gaps
one
night
I
broke
in
bridges
give
us
traps
and
tried
to
walk
to
get
stogs
just
like
hop
scotch
between
polar
caps
and
im,
blue
in
the
face
when
every
second
is
a
waste
of
breath
Making
that
classic
mockery
of
every
step
Oh
build
me
a
home,
build
me
a
home
please
with
a
light
in
the
window
and
a
red
front
door
and
a
picket
fence
and
a
fire
place
and
a
sturdy
frame
and
we
can
sit
I'll
tell
you
my
name
oh
build
me
a
home
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