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Aesop Rock Salt Official Audio
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LISTEN / BUY HERE: https://rse.lnk.to/SpiritWorldFieldGuide • VINYL / CD / MERCH: https://AesopRock.com • SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE: https://bit.ly/RhymesayersYT • FOR MORE ON AESOP ROCK: • https://aesoprock.com • https://rhymesayers.com/artists/aesop... • / aesoprockwins • / aesoprockwins • / aesoprockwins • Song Credits: • Written Produced By Aesop Rock • Bass By James Lynch • Scratches By DJ Zone • Lyrics: • Severe cold, stare at the code, keep a small circle like a deer in a scope, let me clear my throat, pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones, invoke a spirit from the parallel, appearing as unwelcome news that drag you to the shadow realm and back to show and tell at school, promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled, when “it isn’t you, it’s me” began the dagger to the scabbard, free snake tats, plays on train tracks, dorm like a door to hell, the doorbell plays Taps, born inside a ring of baffled demonologists, a casualty of otherness, what the fuck’s an olive branch, rats as big as cattle set to Babylon convulsing, the home sweet home that sees you as a bag of hostile protein, while I do believe that you believe you’re adding to the magic of the motif, homie, all I hear is “Dad I want a pony!” Fuck the police, I’m floating out with the Camazotz, property of nada, runs on Tromp le Monde and otterpops, roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph, his middle fingers wear little safari hats, chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics, they’re magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit, son it’s not a thing, everywhere I go I call to make sure there’s a fog machine, posse up and follow the anomalies • That’s a unique wind, spun the whip out in the snow, really ain’t got shit, your condition is not a condition we know • The rats are back and built their own ship, they’re backstroking faster than the old ship, a rat’s a rat - it scatters, that’s like it’s magic power, the “bowing out it” when your house is being smashed to powder, ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon, ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation, I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils, even the days when the pavement’s keeping his platelets employed, stole a ox on occasion, I go through wands too quickly to name ‘em, ok I’ll name one It’s - “the rod of ‘fuck the nonsense’”, a basic wave and nod’ll turn bravado Into fondant, we slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass, whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem, familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover though I’ve heard there might be others, I’ll buy it when it buffers, until then a dry and lifeless pile of “why”s and “aye carumba”s, in a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers, I know that fear and love and death and pride and romance hold you by your chukkas, though it’s unclear what some closure might encompass, a bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore, sob story same as yours but a little more, ha, I’m in the alley pacing, I’m skirting curtain call, I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt • That’s a unique prayer, pretty nervous on the low, only came up for air, your condition is not a condition we know • #AesopRock #Salt #SpiritWorldFieldGuide
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