Aesop Rock - Nightlight | Текст песни

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(Day turns Night) x8

Night Light suckaa!
Put one up for shackle-me not clean logic procreation (Ahh)
I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation.
While the triple sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement,
I locate modern halos and pass 'em out to the pavement.
Y'all catch a 30-second flash frame
Dirty cooperative med platoon, bloom, head-trip split fantastic!
Fathom the splicing of major-league low-life with anti-hero earthworm mentality--
--Godzilla!
I pace my game for zero-hour completion
See a cretin's still a cretin, even speakin' altered moniker
American nightmare lost in the monitor
--I'll hold the door open so you can stagger through
Then send berserker bread cookies in after you.
It's Gutter and I spell it with the G I stole from \"Get the fuck up\"
Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teeming dumb luck
Still I promise: (uhh) temperance towards breed still bleeding Amish (uhh)
See, the freaks sucked out the wattage while three bears invade the cottage
And I can't sleep now! Yeah, the police'll laugh,
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash!
You won't be laughing when you're hosted by the ghost of Christmas past!
You won't be laughing when your blow-up doll's got a headache and won't give up the ass!
I'ma lay my kicks to rest when I'm impressed,
So I staple-gun 'em to my feet. (Uhh)
This origami dream is beautiful: pull the tail, watch the wings flap,
But you really can't do a thing with that. (Day turns night)

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
Swallow up the pieces, spit 'em at your species
Beached in a city of lost barnacles and leeches
Night Light got me when the Daylight went to evening (Day turns night)
Night (Light) Day (Light) x7
Night Light suckaa!

--I'm pretty sure I got a pulse (pulse)...plus (plus), we Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed
Just let me keep the crumbs (Please!)
With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience,
The result's a dead-beat tryin' to make a dollar off a bomb threat. (Day turns night)
(Okay) Link me to activism chain, activate wild-style Pluto orbit
Set a course then push the button
I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton (Alley gospel)
I can spot a duck battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle.
(Gone) Zig zag and zig 'em again before the pig can pull a badge out for the lash out (Day turns night)
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham like,
\"Houston, we have a problem--
They're buffing the trains the same day the graffiti writers bomb 'em!\"
Who split holiday freaks on box-cut cinema high road bellow?
Head gripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow!
I'm tryin' to meet the wizard, but a tailgating tin-man holding a oil can
Won't let a hermit crab break in his new shell-toes!
Life's not a bitch,
Life is a bee-otch who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace out searching for the G-spot!
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests.
Or maybe you're just an asshole. And maybe I'm just an asshole. (Day turns night)
Kiss the speaker wire (*kiss*); Sammy Swashbuckler pagan threshhold
Stomach full of diner food
Wingspan cast black upon views
Here to help release the rabbit hounds or pick apart your mood. (pick apart your mood.)
I got this friend of polar nature, and it's all peace
--You and I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
(Metal Captain) This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion
I told him yeah and gave him one last smoke and smashed him.

All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
Swallow up the pieces, spit 'em at your species
Beached in a city of lost barnacles and leeches
Night Light got me when the Daylight w