Aesop Rock - Drawbridge Lyrics:
INTRO
This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse. It`s got all these tired parts where we don`t even sing and random princess raise the drawbridge we don`t serve your kind. It ends where it begins and the beginning isn`t pretty, can`t forget that not-so-perfect little bow around the middle... and it goes a little something like this.
AESOP- Moon walking a broken soul pedigree incessant. Gut the cruddy frame. The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame. Cutthroat`s the result of pulp joke soaked in poacher constants, and not a jewel amidst coal wander prominent. Honor. I barter silk worms by the bucket like starter kits. Sew your first martyr stich. Join damaged brigader caper. Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser. I keep a spare wing strapped to my fuses incase the hackers snatch the plumage.
DOSE ONE- so you mean these things are worth money now
drifting off this is the who you calling homeless mighty fearful twisted and tonight I got front row tickets to the dead concert and you`re in it icabod running out of morals for my allegory... moseying and my kind of people will only sell circles... with my eyes patched in a not so new universeso I beckon and bray but my pretty bird just ain`t muting the many...
AESOP- Oh, it`ll be soon. Balloon immune to doom blend. I ain`t ditchin` the kitchen `til every spoon bends. A glance along tomorrow`s sorry looking lot of hopefuls was the rain dance my little flint never dreamed would flutter potable. I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste, contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place. Incoming. You want to be a Czar? Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the worship, search and hold it. Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible. Donkey punchin` pinholes in uncomfortable Zen conjunctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a goblet of dirt wine. I nurse a single application of introvery serpentine.
DOSE ONE- A sunset without a scrape of red and a plastic bag noise sunk down around his head sick. sick sick... stealing a peak... there`s sickness in the roofer`s eyes and his alone and nothing terrible happened to the bag... wrongs spilled off in and brought on out the clouds the hiss cut`s out spills its voice into me and the window full of star is fresh kept from where I`m going or the only other way art
AESOP- I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart.
DOSE ONE- and before when I said "shut the f**k up it`s none of your business" that was to be in vein... be sure to lock that up when you`re all finished... uhh... well you see I usually finish this number with... my skull open.
AESOP- Everyone rally `round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me like `oh captain my captain` not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments.
DOSE ONE- "button button who`s got the button" take my name... please... leaks the little gentle man made of lightning inside my lockbox... oh you like to help with coats... wait until you see what I got in this here locket.
OUTRO
This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse. It`s got all these tired parts where we don`t even sing and random princess raise the drawbridge we don`t serve your kind. It ends where it begins and the beginning isn`t pretty, can`t forget that not-so-perfect little bow around the middle... and it goes a little something like this.
AESOP- Moon walking a broken soul pedigree incessant. Gut the cruddy frame. The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame. Cutthroat`s the result of pulp joke soaked in poacher constants, and not a jewel amidst coal wander prominent. Honor. I barter silk worms by the bucket like starter kits. Sew your first martyr stich. Join damaged brigader caper. Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser. I keep a spare wing strapped to my fuses incase the hackers snatch the plumage.
DOSE ONE- so you mean these things are worth money now
drifting off this is the who you calling homeless mighty fearful twisted and tonight I got front row tickets to the dead concert and you`re in it icabod running out of morals for my allegory... moseying and my kind of people will only sell circles... with my eyes patched in a not so new universeso I beckon and bray but my pretty bird just ain`t muting the many...
AESOP- Oh, it`ll be soon. Balloon immune to doom blend. I ain`t ditchin` the kitchen `til every spoon bends. A glance along tomorrow`s sorry looking lot of hopefuls was the rain dance my little flint never dreamed would flutter potable. I sanitize nothing for the sake of contemporary taste, contemporary taste made my lip drop in the first place. Incoming. You want to be a Czar? Idolize fallen heroics, recognize root of the worship, search and hold it. Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible. Donkey punchin` pinholes in uncomfortable Zen conjunctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a goblet of dirt wine. I nurse a single application of introvery serpentine.
DOSE ONE- A sunset without a scrape of red and a plastic bag noise sunk down around his head sick. sick sick... stealing a peak... there`s sickness in the roofer`s eyes and his alone and nothing terrible happened to the bag... wrongs spilled off in and brought on out the clouds the hiss cut`s out spills its voice into me and the window full of star is fresh kept from where I`m going or the only other way art
AESOP- I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals by the armfuls that burn my armor apart.
DOSE ONE- and before when I said "shut the f**k up it`s none of your business" that was to be in vein... be sure to lock that up when you`re all finished... uhh... well you see I usually finish this number with... my skull open.
AESOP- Everyone rally `round the novel burner, spit, murder the matches where the junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me like `oh captain my captain` not considering maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments.
DOSE ONE- "button button who`s got the button" take my name... please... leaks the little gentle man made of lightning inside my lockbox... oh you like to help with coats... wait until you see what I got in this here locket.
OUTRO