Aesop Rock - Cycles To Gehenna (2012)

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Aesop Rock - Cycles To Gehenna lyrics

[NOTE: These lyrics are straight from the lyric booklet]

Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs, total disregard for a dying man's shark jump, post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale horse painted gunmetal black, face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat, Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span, tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading, for the dead-alive that rented parking space 37, 2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses, fireproof and festive, corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign, knows no zen in the art of maintenance, only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby, here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

The man-ape translates glam thru the visor, goes in water lillies, am-scrays Giger, and man-ray, crammed in a one-player campaign, blinker like a hollowed bonfire over Samhain, span where the praying hands mandate, bars an extension of the arms, they're mutating instead of being farmed, tonight beneath a marmalade venus, haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us, going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus, all cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused, via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly, and sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee, who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring, and still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie, the scarf thank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy was less an ac of hubris, more a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet, away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia, rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma, Ursa Minor getting warmer, I crowbar into the pecking order, the dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers, hug a double yellow spine, knobby rubber like a rat on a rope, those little fuckers run on passion alone, this is a product of a d.i.i. inadequate home, grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge, actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome, traffic amassed against insufferable odds, fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone, I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me, all-city galvanized bikes white knuckling, bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil, PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo...

Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief, outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep, gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth