Aesop Rock

Aesop Rock - Rabies songtekst

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Hey warm cider, barn full of spiders

Orange moon, starry night, particle exciters

In a pageant rivaled only by the origin of fire

Now add an organism from alternative environs

A dozen pair of cartoon eyes in a thicket

To see a neophyte get sliced into ribbons

I'm here to pick lice off each other and assimilate

Duck a suit, troubleshoot his moody user interface

True and suckerproof, grew to fully disengage

Float his only vanishing point away from the picture plane

Go to where the radio trails off

And people catch rabies on the way to their mailbox

Under a sideways rain cornering the briar

Still pull a broad sword from a hoarded synthesizer

Nap in a hole in a tree

Cat leaving voles at my feet

Talking Master P, memory foam everything

Jettison the rest and roulette us a new trajectory

Spinal Tap 11, tapping resin out the evergreen

Designated dark horse,  headless independently

Sidewalks end with ponds and frog eggs

Buried bones, and his very own blurry sasquatch vids

Led like field ants to a hot lens

8 o'clock kittens vs cobwebs, fight!



Maps won't work here



Ice over bittersweet nightshade

Antlers rise from his migraine

Shred or die, life's strange

How do you identify?

New with the matutinal or peckish with the vespertine

Me, I'm pretty useless

Til the roof is painted Gemini, then set him free

Eat his own body weight in genocide

Came back a decorated dog of war

Who wants more though he currently stuck in the dog door

Additionally, dog isn't even his final form

Just a period, between greenhorn and Hyperion

Peer into the eye of a primordial experience

Portamento warriors in unforgiving wilderness

Borderline ethereal, Noah's Arc room tone

Add a little up high down low too slow

Found acquaintances a pain to babysit

So he gave away his shit and gave 'em all the slip

Now pets hit the ceiling when the wind blows

Fish float belly up songbirds crash into windows

Swizzle apple cider vinegar and dish soap

Suicide flies take dips in the kill zone

Still shuffle thru a stack of old photos

Taken before the varicose verified Chronos

I dunno it feels weird

I'd rather feed an apple to a deer



I might've heard something in the walls

Could've been voices

Could've been claws

Coulda been the rebel yell of something more evolved

Pounding on the front door and standing on the lawn like

"Wadup"



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