Aesop Rock - Crystal Sword (Official Audio)

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Song Credits:
Written & Produced By Aesop Rock

Lyrics:
Carry his own water as nary a known other, read a palm when I parry, apparently no sucker, man/island, casually hammers iron, falcons that come to daddy, fabulous cash and prizes, I’m back of the theatre, feature feeding rapid eyes in crisis, out-of-sight is both his fancy and a random act of kindness for ya, ride the wild aurora, future bright as fried Gomorrah, present tense an SOS in tidal water, final offer, sold! I been shaking off a death rattle, as a window-bound bat from a collapsed red flannel, at night, flight path managing a back and forth that draws a heart and dagger If you track it all with tack and yarn, 6 foot a million, nothing off the rack fit him, I dress like fingers of light through black nimbus, ruined last Christmas, probably ruin this Christmas, you can follow it from wing to cataclysm, listen he carry his own water as nary a known other, burn sage in the alley with various ghost busters, sea of disembodied bones, knocking on your rods and cones, some resort to scuba gear, some return to hobbit holes, me, I done a lot of both, riding out and running scared, I’m everything from “he’s a pest”, to “he’s been dead for 20 years”, he’s been shredding perfect curbs in golden light with total scum, pigeons bring him donuts, I’m the motherfucking chosen one, and every time you liar’s talk, fish and birds start dying off, roses turn to solid ice, quiet eyes to fireballs, um, I started spilling all my problems to the final boss, he shed a tear and let my by him like “what’s mine is yours“, broke him off a little weed, bid him well, off to see a system into smithereens,  sniffing out some livers he could lose in the broth, that’s when he go and pull the hood from the hawk, you look lost, he carry his own water as nary a known other, go halves on the carrion, carry-on bolt cutters, not a towel boy or cow to the slaughter, I leave an awkward conversation like a cow to the saucer, inspire a thousand Our Fathers, people start calling their priests, “We’ve never seen a man so vehemently drawn to the beast! I heard he plays a pipe organ and changes form when he feeds!” I’ve never played a pipe organ, the rest my lawyer concedes, ok, pull up at the Spirit World, zero man pit crew, itching for experience clear of the jellyfish bloom, show him to the sickroom, sick him on the showroom, show us how you trick em into swimming through the au jus, devil’s trap on the welcome mat, the dinner jacket smell of hell and back, I’m working on my hell and forth, it’s bound to be a bumpy ride, deeper through the death and gore, coming out the other side

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