One Brick Lyrics
| Song | One Brick |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Labor Days |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Aesop Rock | |
| I start my city with a brick (one brick) | |
| Then add another brick (two bricks) | |
| Brick by brick, | |
| I manufacture homes for fallen angels | |
| I ain't no great | |
| Samaritan, that's just the way the game goes | |
| Respect the polars but acknowlege middle-value rainbows | |
| My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids | |
| Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels | |
| Yeah rocks the match that burned the | |
| Nazi journals | |
| And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal | |
| Models then swallowed by famished potholes | |
| And I'm tired | |
| Tied up on these functions | |
| Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league | |
| Another knuckle-dragger dungeon breed | |
| Run, breathe, sit, bellow | |
| Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo | |
| Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback | |
| When Little | |
| Billy bought a | |
| Tugboat Now he thinks he's | |
| Captain Ahab | |
| Facist takes more than pegleg's birds and eyepatches | |
| Learn that lesson, you'll be swashbuckling with the best of them | |
| Wonder why you wept over spilled milk | |
| And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes | |
| I'll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian | |
| Connecting life with that little species of idiots | |
| We've now officially scraped barrel bottom | |
| Aesop Rock an | |
| Apple to the core but ya'll ignored him | |
| I know a planet made of porcelain | |
| And once I get tired of holding this gavel up | |
| Ya'll prayer circles met him up born again | |
| I ain't too good for tap water | |
| Play "Taps" out of order | |
| For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin | |
| You can lead a man to a city but that don't assure civility | |
| You can beat a man to death with | |
| Aesop Rock bootleg cd's (That's more fun anyway) | |
| Some cats | |
| Float, some cats don't | |
| I speak in | |
| Farenheit and burn off colon lyric | |
| Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless | |
| Don't dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep | |
| Chorus*Aesop overlapping | |
| Illogic, fading in and out of each other* [Aesop Rock] | |
| Platforms have been erected | |
| Effigies built | |
| Slogans coined, songs have been written | |
| Rumors have been circulated | |
| Autographs faked | |
| The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape | |
| Moving boxes have been worn out | |
| Mantlepieces dusted | |
| Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted | |
| Curtains have been closed | |
| Sleepers all waked | |
| The hourglass smashed and didn't leave me an escape [Illogic] *overlapping | |
| Aesop, fading in and out* | |
| Now with my trusty paperclip | |
| I picked locks of thoughts vault | |
| Finding the garden barren | |
| The harvest fruitless | |
| Only the Tree of | |
| Life flourishing | |
| Wanting to take a bite but | |
| I'm toothless | |
| Is that, predestination or is it by design? | |
| That I'm trapped in time sand | |
| Show radio mission control but for my rhymes | |
| Man cuz I can like aluminum | |
| And I recycle my consciousness | |
| This is just a note | |
| For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence [Illogic] | |
| Wingless angels | |
| Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs | |
| With halos in your syringe | |
| Celestial ground is found broken | |
| Exposing a bottomless depth | |
| Where heartless spines awake to devour | |
| The small piece of your soul that's left | |
| You're immersed in sound floating | |
| Aimless destination | |
| Drop anchor to gain stability | |
| Stare out potions, restrain fertility | |
| Pedestal talk is a token | |
| Soaked in pockets where lives topics lack conceptual, ridicule | |
| The night breathes but light's choking | |
| Darkness occupies the throne | |
| Where poems are persecuted | |
| The purity at times dilluted | |
| Rhymes are executed | |
| For genre | |
| I'm told when has-beens attempt | |
| To cause heat to rise and wonder why they're trapped in cold | |
| Life's an oragmi box and | |
| I'm hidden within the fold | |
| So when the yarn unravels, | |
| I won't be caught by surprise | |
| And as society's fabric of orthodoxes dismantle | |
| I'll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise | |
| See when the canvas stands before me | |
| I'm compelled to spill a vision | |
| For the sinners that listen, | |
| I got three spikes and a thorned crown | |
| It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down | |
| But from the pregance of my hardship was born style | |
| Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought | |
| Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols | |
| Drowning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital | |
| If your father and his father were fish out of water | |
| You must break the cycle | |
| How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die? | |
| When it's smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky | |
| So when the stars burn out and | |
| God replaces the bulbs | |
| With a million watts | |
| And throws the switch, sparks filament | |
| Hurting new giants and flocks | |
| I stand on my own two aura illuminated in red | |
| Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit | |
| Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture | |
| Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Aesop Rock | |
| I start my city with a brick one brick | |
| Then add another brick two bricks | |
| Brick by brick, | |
| I manufacture homes for fallen angels | |
| I ain' t no great | |
| Samaritan, that' s just the way the game goes | |
| Respect the polars but acknowlege middlevalue rainbows | |
| My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids | |
| Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels | |
| Yeah rocks the match that burned the | |
| Nazi journals | |
| And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal | |
| Models then swallowed by famished potholes | |
| And I' m tired | |
| Tied up on these functions | |
| Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league | |
| Another knuckledragger dungeon breed | |
| Run, breathe, sit, bellow | |
| Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo | |
| Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback | |
| When Little | |
| Billy bought a | |
| Tugboat Now he thinks he' s | |
| Captain Ahab | |
| Facist takes more than pegleg' s birds and eyepatches | |
| Learn that lesson, you' ll be swashbuckling with the best of them | |
| Wonder why you wept over spilled milk | |
| And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes | |
| I' ll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian | |
| Connecting life with that little species of idiots | |
| We' ve now officially scraped barrel bottom | |
| Aesop Rock an | |
| Apple to the core but ya' ll ignored him | |
| I know a planet made of porcelain | |
| And once I get tired of holding this gavel up | |
| Ya' ll prayer circles met him up born again | |
| I ain' t too good for tap water | |
| Play " Taps" out of order | |
| For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin | |
| You can lead a man to a city but that don' t assure civility | |
| You can beat a man to death with | |
| Aesop Rock bootleg cd' s That' s more fun anyway | |
| Some cats | |
| Float, some cats don' t | |
| I speak in | |
| Farenheit and burn off colon lyric | |
| Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless | |
| Don' t dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep | |
| Chorus Aesop overlapping | |
| Illogic, fading in and out of each other Aesop Rock | |
| Platforms have been erected | |
| Effigies built | |
| Slogans coined, songs have been written | |
| Rumors have been circulated | |
| Autographs faked | |
| The hourglass smashed and didn' t leave me an escape | |
| Moving boxes have been worn out | |
| Mantlepieces dusted | |
| Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted | |
| Curtains have been closed | |
| Sleepers all waked | |
| The hourglass smashed and didn' t leave me an escape Illogic overlapping | |
| Aesop, fading in and out | |
| Now with my trusty paperclip | |
| I picked locks of thoughts vault | |
| Finding the garden barren | |
| The harvest fruitless | |
| Only the Tree of | |
| Life flourishing | |
| Wanting to take a bite but | |
| I' m toothless | |
| Is that, predestination or is it by design? | |
| That I' m trapped in time sand | |
| Show radio mission control but for my rhymes | |
| Man cuz I can like aluminum | |
| And I recycle my consciousness | |
| This is just a note | |
| For any action or lack thereof there' s a consequence Illogic | |
| Wingless angels | |
| Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs | |
| With halos in your syringe | |
| Celestial ground is found broken | |
| Exposing a bottomless depth | |
| Where heartless spines awake to devour | |
| The small piece of your soul that' s left | |
| You' re immersed in sound floating | |
| Aimless destination | |
| Drop anchor to gain stability | |
| Stare out potions, restrain fertility | |
| Pedestal talk is a token | |
| Soaked in pockets where lives topics lack conceptual, ridicule | |
| The night breathes but light' s choking | |
| Darkness occupies the throne | |
| Where poems are persecuted | |
| The purity at times dilluted | |
| Rhymes are executed | |
| For genre | |
| I' m told when hasbeens attempt | |
| To cause heat to rise and wonder why they' re trapped in cold | |
| Life' s an oragmi box and | |
| I' m hidden within the fold | |
| So when the yarn unravels, | |
| I won' t be caught by surprise | |
| And as society' s fabric of orthodoxes dismantle | |
| I' ll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise | |
| See when the canvas stands before me | |
| I' m compelled to spill a vision | |
| For the sinners that listen, | |
| I got three spikes and a thorned crown | |
| It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down | |
| But from the pregance of my hardship was born style | |
| Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought | |
| Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols | |
| Drowning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital | |
| If your father and his father were fish out of water | |
| You must break the cycle | |
| How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die? | |
| When it' s smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky | |
| So when the stars burn out and | |
| God replaces the bulbs | |
| With a million watts | |
| And throws the switch, sparks filament | |
| Hurting new giants and flocks | |
| I stand on my own two aura illuminated in red | |
| Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit | |
| Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture | |
| Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Aesop Rock | |
| I start my city with a brick one brick | |
| Then add another brick two bricks | |
| Brick by brick, | |
| I manufacture homes for fallen angels | |
| I ain' t no great | |
| Samaritan, that' s just the way the game goes | |
| Respect the polars but acknowlege middlevalue rainbows | |
| My snout turned up from dream factory eyelids | |
| Slingin bottled prosperity for the kamikaze colonels | |
| Yeah rocks the match that burned the | |
| Nazi journals | |
| And plottin verticals amidst blatantlly horizontal | |
| Models then swallowed by famished potholes | |
| And I' m tired | |
| Tied up on these functions | |
| Killer cottoncandy clouds and huckleberry justice league | |
| Another knuckledragger dungeon breed | |
| Run, breathe, sit, bellow | |
| Wild Aes scream through your style to hear the echo | |
| Aight then, flinch for the great granddaddy payback | |
| When Little | |
| Billy bought a | |
| Tugboat Now he thinks he' s | |
| Captain Ahab | |
| Facist takes more than pegleg' s birds and eyepatches | |
| Learn that lesson, you' ll be swashbuckling with the best of them | |
| Wonder why you wept over spilled milk | |
| And got your crayons wet, the room reaks of a thousand bayonettes | |
| I' ll fision vision with a lie longer than your most walked meridian | |
| Connecting life with that little species of idiots | |
| We' ve now officially scraped barrel bottom | |
| Aesop Rock an | |
| Apple to the core but ya' ll ignored him | |
| I know a planet made of porcelain | |
| And once I get tired of holding this gavel up | |
| Ya' ll prayer circles met him up born again | |
| I ain' t too good for tap water | |
| Play " Taps" out of order | |
| For a ballad, corpse a dead man walkin | |
| You can lead a man to a city but that don' t assure civility | |
| You can beat a man to death with | |
| Aesop Rock bootleg cd' s That' s more fun anyway | |
| Some cats | |
| Float, some cats don' t | |
| I speak in | |
| Farenheit and burn off colon lyric | |
| Diss blatant harassment, spit honor, whistle fearless | |
| Don' t dismiss the billygoat appearance for that common sheep | |
| Chorus Aesop overlapping | |
| Illogic, fading in and out of each other Aesop Rock | |
| Platforms have been erected | |
| Effigies built | |
| Slogans coined, songs have been written | |
| Rumors have been circulated | |
| Autographs faked | |
| The hourglass smashed and didn' t leave me an escape | |
| Moving boxes have been worn out | |
| Mantlepieces dusted | |
| Idols idolized, the sands have been shifted | |
| Curtains have been closed | |
| Sleepers all waked | |
| The hourglass smashed and didn' t leave me an escape Illogic overlapping | |
| Aesop, fading in and out | |
| Now with my trusty paperclip | |
| I picked locks of thoughts vault | |
| Finding the garden barren | |
| The harvest fruitless | |
| Only the Tree of | |
| Life flourishing | |
| Wanting to take a bite but | |
| I' m toothless | |
| Is that, predestination or is it by design? | |
| That I' m trapped in time sand | |
| Show radio mission control but for my rhymes | |
| Man cuz I can like aluminum | |
| And I recycle my consciousness | |
| This is just a note | |
| For any action or lack thereof there' s a consequence Illogic | |
| Wingless angels | |
| Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs | |
| With halos in your syringe | |
| Celestial ground is found broken | |
| Exposing a bottomless depth | |
| Where heartless spines awake to devour | |
| The small piece of your soul that' s left | |
| You' re immersed in sound floating | |
| Aimless destination | |
| Drop anchor to gain stability | |
| Stare out potions, restrain fertility | |
| Pedestal talk is a token | |
| Soaked in pockets where lives topics lack conceptual, ridicule | |
| The night breathes but light' s choking | |
| Darkness occupies the throne | |
| Where poems are persecuted | |
| The purity at times dilluted | |
| Rhymes are executed | |
| For genre | |
| I' m told when hasbeens attempt | |
| To cause heat to rise and wonder why they' re trapped in cold | |
| Life' s an oragmi box and | |
| I' m hidden within the fold | |
| So when the yarn unravels, | |
| I won' t be caught by surprise | |
| And as society' s fabric of orthodoxes dismantle | |
| I' ll see you embracing the pentagram within this crucifix disguise | |
| See when the canvas stands before me | |
| I' m compelled to spill a vision | |
| For the sinners that listen, | |
| I got three spikes and a thorned crown | |
| It seems I need a new soul cuz mine is worn down | |
| But from the pregance of my hardship was born style | |
| Still my pen bleeds and stains the paper with thought | |
| Finding me lost among statues of mainstream idols | |
| Drowning in melted ice to reinforce that breath is vital | |
| If your father and his father were fish out of water | |
| You must break the cycle | |
| How many times must a plant be uprooted for it to die? | |
| When it' s smothered with lies that abolish the potency of the sky | |
| So when the stars burn out and | |
| God replaces the bulbs | |
| With a million watts | |
| And throws the switch, sparks filament | |
| Hurting new giants and flocks | |
| I stand on my own two aura illuminated in red | |
| Showcasing the agony held within this welded spirit | |
| Sacrificing itself for the health of a masocistic culture | |
| Yearning for the truth that we speak but refuse to hear it | |
| Chorus |
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