Abandoned Malls - Aesop Rock/Blockhead.mp3

[00:28.683][Verse 1]
[00:29.185]I was staring off into the water
[00:32.052]Looking for some undiscovered colors
[00:34.407]Like a blue that really wasn't, but it wasn't any others
[00:37.533]The synesthetic cousin to the hum of his discomfort
[00:41.205]I been a punching bag for some truly deluded garbage
[00:44.644]Now his handshake is a unicorn, his hug a moving target
[00:47.780]Dark days either sparing change for the square pegs
[00:52.229]Or in his fav chair sipping on bear mace
[00:54.862]Tripping through his daymare, marathoning monster flicks
[00:58.009]Zombie in the stale air, logging his Hayashi pics
[01:02.711]I been trying to teach your kid to ollie
[01:05.056]She got the basic motion and glow when she show her mommy
[01:08.720]I get they want the hows and whens of water cooler powder kegs
[01:12.135]That shit that get your saintly favorites ousted from the power grid
[01:16.542]I know I know some shit about some shit
[01:18.881]I guess that gotcha gossip simply isn't part of how I live
[01:22.777]
[01:23.549][Chorus]
[01:28.227]Skin cold to the touch
[01:35.065]Eyes open, no pulse
[01:42.150]Diagnosis in flux
[01:43.182]
[01:43.713][Verse 2]
[01:50.029]Traffic in a mad world
[01:51.591]Mad world, whereupon
[01:53.170]Often times the body spits the spirit out and carries on
[01:56.835]To engineer some semblance of a normal life, yours and mine
[02:00.215]Then of course it's normalcy where paranormal's normalized
[02:03.353]Normal is a phantom force that levitates the forks and knives
[02:07.278]Or otherworldly parasites that quarrel over portion size
[02:10.423]Hit the floor and you could be the next unfriendly energy to organize
[02:14.586]Ordering corpses into the chorus line
[02:19.320]Best friends and death beds
[02:20.356]Red cents, and headwinds vs one man who's ten men
[02:23.733]I bubble to the surface legendarily imperfect
[02:27.122]Purging Slurpee from a head that turns incessantly in circles, it's concerning
[02:32.116]My psychic likes to focus on a orb
[02:34.211]And tell me how she sees me coming home to goldfish on the floor, in perpetuity
[02:39.470]I been sleeping in my armchair, taking weird walks, and speaking to folk who aren't there
[02:45.503]
[02:50.502][Chorus]
[02:50.760]Skin cold to the touch
[02:57.326]Eyes open, no pulse
[03:04.395]Diagnosis in flux
[03:05.705]
[03:06.483][Verse 3]
[03:12.510]The same alleys we used to imagine Babylon
[03:15.631]Feel like abandoned malls overgrown with Spanish moss
[03:19.024]Commotion froze in time with no sign of your lamb of god
[03:22.416]It's a land of the lost, scrambling for canned applause
[03:25.825]Damnit, rip the bandage off, rant or panic if you must
[03:28.996]Any way you manage it, the plan was always pick the cuffs, eventually
[03:33.198]Fixtures who were questionably prisoners, and ventured out
[03:36.868]Now we're never anything but visitors
[03:40.279]Spent the winter sitting pretty on a sleigh to hell
[03:42.895]Ok to look away if you need to forsake and save yourself
[03:47.101]It's underneath what's underneath the dungeon
[03:49.708]That layer of dysfunction, that ain't for the weak of stomach
[03:53.408]I freak an Archeology that reek of repercussion
[03:56.312]If you need to pick some pieces up come dig a hole to jump in
[04:00.219]Light sleeper, I'm a fighter, I'm a feeder
[04:03.374]Earth, wind, fire, water, aether
[04:07.523]
[04:12.760][Chorus]
[04:13.279]Skin cold to the touch
[04:19.809]Eyes open, no pulse
[04:26.635]Diagnosis in flux