Artist: Aesop Rock Album: Float Song: Flashflood Typed by: fatderek@gmail.com In slid rhythm, fed a cycle bound by dilemma, debt, and vendetta Escaped briefly back to my apartment to park in front the fan And reminisce about the day I ran a mile with your heart in my hand Contestants get the New York home game with real live shoot-'em-up action Thug, vagrant, yuppie and art freak game piece all included I told this cat the earth was flat He walked 'til his beard grew long enough to strangle himself for being stupid Its brick-a-brack novelties spliced with that six pack odyssey Godspeed, tequila worm future, be concerned My feelers spread across the land reporting avalanche sightings While my introverted side is flying cadavers on kite strings I'm a never give, I'm juiced off projection I'm stubborn as a thousand born-agains avoiding questions From the alpha to the zed I bait this data for my pledge to bathe a traitor In the twice forgotten favors that he bled And not a creative stirred It reeks of subway metal, bevel edged journalist chin-on-fist shenanigans Re-coin mayhem with bonuses, benefits and break room Mummified maniquins with future clenched adament and skeleton in cabinet This amalgram circus got a ring of fire Just big enough to shove my purpose in the circle I'm known to dip dusk in a broken city curfew Release the hounds To see which one could track your trail and serve you, sucker I lay the law down upon its belly while my foot Dug in between the 3rd and 4th disc yelling 'break yourself' I finally actualized data commission Past penny tip jar donation arrangement, but a far fetch from stability Took a hard pledge early on Blood donor to drum dozer plowing the metronome home Blown caddy-cornered to cockeyed sound booster Sensationally seismograph Stabbing away on stone tablet to sketch a grouchy future I drifted out the main spelunking unit with watered down Sample of cancelled development, courtesy America Land of the freebase, home of the triplicate grill character My sorta sideways tilt caught pinball blinker and citizens 1-x Weren't steadied for this leaning grievance with dilapidated winter jacket I rock a crooked lid piece and sweat a bit to my wookie ends meet Pacifist willing to step into a friend's beef if needed Wing clipper out hierarchy Passionate while they wine on some 'daddy's gonna kill Ralphie' shit Suck the proverbial silver spoon 'til their parents quit apparently Parasol spinning casually Like 'I'm an artist, please don't laugh at me' OK, time to buckle the fuck down Solder your wobbly system back to original form, pumpkin You could catch the memoir in several dimensions The joy-of-life logic don't employ the spite process Hence your plight botches