Текст песни Garbage - Aesop Rock
The
ritual
goes,
same
window
different
visual.
Wing
of
wax,
or
wing
of
gold
leaf
Choose
one.
Float
or
plummet
20
thousand
cold
legues
My
nourishment's
provided
in
the
summer
So
that
I
wonder
How
y'all
chasin'
dreams
when
what's
tangible
still
outruns
ya
Hail
dirty
doll
immaculate
performance
Warm
as
the
march
of
a
billion
torches
forward
to
burn
what
I
born
at
Cut
and
paste
alertness
to
current
set
is
provided
quick
Shimmy
the
pirate
ship
mast,
bat
the
eyelids
at
the
siren
in
her
bow
(?)
Facing,
let's
salute
the
embrace
pertinent
generals
who
turned
innocent
hermits
to
burning
spectacles.
Flirtin'
with
a
serpent
workin'
overtime
Drain
the
battery,
siphon
the
poison
and
flood
his
majesty's
hatchery.
I
was
riding
on
the
yellow
bus
to
where
the
brush
thickens.
Yeah,
an
it
ain't
exactly
plush
pickin's
I'd
rather
take
the
time
to
burn
every
last
bridge
I've
ever
crossed
beneath
the
sun
Than
live
my
life
knowin'
you
may
one
day
follow
me
over
one.
Snake
bite
Breath
too
heavy
to
hold.
Caught
up
in
the
wake
of
the
red
witch
tryin'
to
swim
it.
Ran
for
the
sake
of
dead
click
stripped
of
idealic
image
Steal
a
sloppy
earth
meal
feed
my
pottery
wheel
to
model
collossal
vision
Thrill,
shrunken
with
a
bucket
of
pennies
I'ma
drag
my
sneakers
through
the
dirt
like
alligator
bellies
'Til
the
cloud
burst
Honour
and
a
loud
thirst
submersed
in
a
trap
Little
drummer
boy
verse'
thunderclap
In
a
city
of
garbage,
tryin'
to
reap
the
harvest
Adaption
is
the
trap
in
which
the
artist
meets
the
forest
Swing
your
little
axe
or
be
an
oak
tree
if
you
can
Either
way,
adapt
to
circumstance
or
play
you
final
hand.
No
enigma,
an
attempt
to
bury
the
hatchet
Rendered
me
victim
of
deviltry
plus
wounded
like
stigmatics
Somethin's
somethin
hazardous
I
smell
an
inch
of
differnce
in
this
mornin's
pollution
pistons
and
how
the
loose
ends
drift
in
My
sour
pash
(?)
institutions
slipped
in
admidst
the
invaders
and,
Pardon
my
tone
but,
This
garden's
grown
fucken'
acres
since
my
visit.
Itchin'
to
count
the
layers
in
the
blizzard
to
that
chapter
where
my
family
inserts
the
dagger
and
twists
it.
It's
the
carnival,
have
you
any
sweets
for
my
weary
kin
It's
the
carnival,
have
you
any
feed
for
my
cheery
grin
It's
the
carnival,
welcome,
play
our
games
you'll
never
win
Coz
it's
that
carnival
where
every
freak
show
spectacle's
your
friend.
An'
I'm
a,
Ghostly
galleon,
tossed
upon
cloudy
seas
Antifreeze
to
glacier
cookin'
a
look
of
fiery
nature
It's
the,
Ceilin'
feelin'
too
heavy
to
bless
the
I-beams
for
a
fraction
more
collapse
(I
left
sorry)
that
to
your
door.
Bitchin'
my
back
to
hell's
kitchen,
back
Burnin'
murder
machinery,
released
regardless
of
the
pardons
Hitchin
my
life
to
the
leash
of
one
minstrel
Sick
of
same
window
different
visual
Same
agnostic
hostage
different
ritual
Play,
coopertive
supercolony
clash
(I
heard
we
have
a
dust
collection
- let
me
see
it)
Ooh,
I
duel
this
underdog
verse
forced
adaption
to
the
marbles
of
the
now
Since
then
my
knuckles
haven't
once
dragged
on
the
ground.
In
a
city
of
garbage,
tryin'
to
reap
the
harvest
Adaption
is
the
trap
in
which
the
artist
meets
the
forest
Swing
your
little
axe
or
be
an
oak
tree
if
you
can
Either
way,
adapt
to
circumstance
or
play
you
final
hand.
The
ritual
goes,
same
window
different
visual.
The
ritual
is
same
fucken'
window
different
visual.
1 The Mayor and the Crook
2 Drawbridge
3 Drawbridge
4 No Splash
5 Prosperity
6 How to Be a Carpenter
7 Attention Span
8 Spare a Match
9 6B Panorama
10 Skip Town
11 Oxygen
12 Fascination
13 Basic Cable
14 I'll Be OK
15 Garbage
16 Big Bang
17 Commencement at the Obedience Academy
18 Attention Span
19 Float
20 Breakfast With Blockhead
21 Lunch With Blockhead
22 Dinner With Blockhead
23 Basic Cable
24 Spare a Match
25 The Mayor and the Crook
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