I wrote it, but still: "And as the sun rises again wherever you are, I'll be giving off moon shaped auras and with a kiss; turning them solid and laugh as they collide with the stars."
Here's a whole song which I realy feel like right now:
[Verse 1]:
Yo...put one up to shackle me, not clean logic procreation.
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent.
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement.
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience.
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual.
Dirty cooperative net platoon bloom head trip split, ridiculous.
Fathom the splicing of first generation f*ck up or trickle down anti-hero smack.
I paste me a game to zero hour completion greeting, duke of early retirement pick a dream.
American nightmare hogging the screen.
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in, if you'd stop following me around the jungle gym.
Now it's honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage.
Merit crutch stole the wretched refuse of my teaming resonance.
I promise temperance toward breed with a leaning conscious.
Here the creed acts since responsive but my sport's the war's with the wattage.
And I'm sleeping now, yeah, the settlers laugh.
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash.
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags to rags.
You won't be laughing when your front lawn's spangled with epitaphs.
You won't be laughing.
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed.
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em.
This origami dream is beautiful.
but man those wings will never leave the ground.
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down.
[Chorus]:
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way.
[Verse 2]:
Slacker bound intimate tabloid headlined with the pulse.
Shimmy cross the centerfold, at a dead time engulfed.
Diddy crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly stains that hit a flame to crystal conscious.
Two results of a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished.
Ok, link me to activism chain activate street sweep.
Plug deteriorating xenobit Pendragon.
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men.
Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle.
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the badge gleam.
Sparker than my brick wall windows another thick installment of one night in Gotham without the wretched "Houston, we have a problem.".
Attach an infested batch of city goblins who split holiday freak on a box cut cinema high road bellow.
Head rips, watch red bricks turn yellow.
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus.
Were all feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering.
Life's not a b*tch, life is a beautiful woman.
Your only call her a b*tch because she won't let you get that p*ssy.
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests.
Or maybe you're just an assh*l* who couldn't sweet talk the princess.
Kiss the speaker wire Peter Pacifism pagan thresh hold.
Stomach full of halo kibbles.
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape.
Vision and pick apart the pixels.
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace.
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast.
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion.
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him".
[Chorus]
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Aesop Rock - Daylight
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Art is self expression, therefore everyone is an artist. There is no best artist, and there no worst artist, there is only personal preferance.
27 Mar 2012, 1:04 pm
