《Cycles To Gehenna(Explicit)》歌词

[00:00:00] Cycles To Gehenna - Aesop Rock

[00:00:03] Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs

[00:00:36] Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump

[00:00:39] Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale

[00:00:43] Horse painted gunmetal black face masking

[00:00:45] Hard-shelled ebony propeller hat Clubmans

[00:00:48] Gloved rakes grappling the clutch span

[00:00:50] Tuck go the steel toe metal gate spreading

[00:00:53] For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37

[00:00:55] 2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna"

[00:00:58] Gets him floating over 20 busses

[00:01:00] Fireproof and festive

[00:01:01] Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired

[00:01:05] Rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign

[00:01:08] Knows no zen in the art of maintenance

[00:01:10] Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby

[00:01:13] Here is how a great escape goes

[00:01:15] When you can't take your dead friends names out your phone

[00:01:18] The man-ape translates glam thru the visor

[00:01:43] Goes in water lillies am-scrays Giger

[00:01:46] And man-ray crammed in a one-player campaign

[00:01:49] Blinker like a hollowed bonfire over Samhain

[00:01:51] Span where the praying hands mandate

[00:01:54] Bars an extension of the arms

[00:01:56] They're mutating instead of being farmed

[00:01:57] Tonight beneath a marmalade venus

[00:02:00] Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us

[00:02:03] Going Ford Jag Datsun Corvette Lotus

[00:02:05] All cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused

[00:02:08] Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly

[00:02:11] And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee

[00:02:13] Who knew that any moment

[00:02:14] He could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring

[00:02:17] And still he keep his fuel tank portly

[00:02:19] The 30 odd year old gears thank charlie

[00:02:22] The scarf thank Mom's new hobby kssssht copy

[00:02:27] It was less an ac of hubris

[00:03:12] More a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet

[00:03:15] Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia

[00:03:18] Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma

[00:03:21] Ursa Minor getting warmer

[00:03:22] I crowbar into the pecking order

[00:03:24] The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers

[00:03:26] Hug a double yellow spine

[00:03:28] Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope

[00:03:29] Those little f**kers run on passion alone

[00:03:31] This is a product of a d i i inadequate home

[00:03:34] Grabbing a cabin in the-f**k-outta-dodge

[00:03:36] Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome

[00:03:38] Traffic amassed against insufferable odds

[00:03:40] Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone

[00:03:42] I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me

[00:03:46] All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling

[00:03:48] Bright light tunnel kings tuck in the devil

[00:03:51] PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo