Battery lyrics

Artist Aesop Rock
Album(s) Labor Days

Lyrics

[Aesop rock]
Yo, change the fucking channel
I burn a coma candle
When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample
We them cats talking noise behind that new york trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout
Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids so I'm ready now
(What you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
I'm a dinosaur with jones beach in my hourglass passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals
Don't tell me lucifer and god don't carpool
(This is our school)
I'm not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool
Head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
(Man please) man please
My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling
(Brother sun, sister moon, mother beautiful)
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
Beckoned a long time ago I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify and picked a rose
It wilted the second I introduced myself as nervous
Well, it appears the scars of learning have spoken
Some are burning, some are frozen
Some deserve tall tales, some wrote 'em
Some are just a brutal reprecussion of devotion
Mine are all of the above cuz everything leads to erosion
Now where I live there's a homeless man
He sits upon a crate
Yeah, he makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him aesop rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

*Horn samples*

[Aesop rock]
And I ain't getting any younger
My knuckles wear their bruises well
I've yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell
Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
See, your name is ambiguity
My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
The bible squawks revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening
Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rugburn but y'all numb from gut fuel
I administer eclispe
Ain't know motor like a martyr made motor cuz a martyr made motor don't quit
I am an epiphany
I am webbed foot mammal channel surfing my way to the top
Tugboat in a bottle with no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight till that rookie boogie graduated hostile
Now the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium
Demoted to thorn crown
Damn, talk about numbskull
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my energy's a rental
So I take this now to say, thank you senorita  for holding a flame to a lost wick
Thank you james anthony for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life, I'll take that bullet to preserve you
I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this..
(I ain't gettin any younger)

*Horn samples to end*

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