Battery Lyrics

Song	Battery
Artist	Aesop Rock
Album	Labor Days
Download	Image LRC TXT

	Yo, change the ****ing channel.
	I burn a coma candle.
	When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
	We them cats talking noise behind that
	New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
	And it's the work of zig-zaggers versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout.
	Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion crawl out.
	There's smoke in my iris, but
	I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids so
	I'm ready now. (What you ready for?)
	I'm ready for life in this city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.
	I'm a dinosaur with
	Jones Beach in my hourglass passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
	Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
	Don't tell me
	Lucifer and
	God don't carpool. (This is our school)
	I'm not trying to graduate to life with a personalized bar-stool, head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool. (Man please)
	Man please
	My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling. (Brother sun, sister moon, mother beautiful)
	Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
	Beckoned a long time ago
	I was, to where the wishers wish but misers miss,
	I slept through my appointment.
	Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify and picked a rose.
	It wilted the second
	I introduced myself as nervous.
	Well, it appears the scars of learning have spoken.
	Some are burning, some are frozen.
	Some deserve tall tales, some wrote 'em.
	Some are just a brutal repercussion of devotion.
	Mine are all of the above 'cause everything leads to erosion.
	Now where
	I live there's a homeless man.
	He sits upon a crate
	Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make.
	Now if you ever come and visit me,
	I suggest you watch the show
	Tell him Aesop
	Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this *
	Horn samples* [Aesop Rock]
	And I ain't getting any younger.
	My knuckles wear their bruises well.
	I've yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell.
	Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two
	Popsicle sticks.
	See, your name is ambiguity.
	My name is something hands can't hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
	It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
	And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so
	I set my alarm for five o'clock
	Idols block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
	The Bible squawks revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
	Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rug burn but y'all numb from gut fuel.
	I administer eclipse.
	Ain't no motor like a martyr made motor 'cause a martyr made motor don't quit.
	I am an epiphany.
	I am webbed foot mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
	Tugboat in a bottle with no holes poked in the nozzle
	I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight 'til that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
	Now the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
	Demoted to thorn crown.
	Damn, talk about numbskull.
	I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my energy's a rental.
	So I take this now to say, thank you señorita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
	Thank you
	James Anthony for the band-aids on my ego, y'all are family for life,
	I'll take that bullet to preserve you.
	I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
	Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
	Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this... (I ain't gettin' any younger) *
	Horn samples to end*

	Yo, change the ing channel.
	I burn a coma candle.
	When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
	We them cats talking noise behind that
	New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
	And it' s the work of zigzaggers versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout.
	Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion crawl out.
	There' s smoke in my iris, but
	I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids so
	I' m ready now. What you ready for?
	I' m ready for life in this city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.
	I' m a dinosaur with
	Jones Beach in my hourglass passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
	Don' t tell me you ain' t the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
	Don' t tell me
	Lucifer and
	God don' t carpool. This is our school
	I' m not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool, head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool. Man please
	Man please
	My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling. Brother sun, sister moon, mother beautiful
	Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
	Beckoned a long time ago
	I was, to where the wishers wish but misers miss,
	I slept through my appointment.
	Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify and picked a rose.
	It wilted the second
	I introduced myself as nervous.
	Well, it appears the scars of learning have spoken.
	Some are burning, some are frozen.
	Some deserve tall tales, some wrote ' em.
	Some are just a brutal repercussion of devotion.
	Mine are all of the above ' cause everything leads to erosion.
	Now where
	I live there' s a homeless man.
	He sits upon a crate
	Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make.
	Now if you ever come and visit me,
	I suggest you watch the show
	Tell him Aesop
	Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this
	Horn samples Aesop Rock
	And I ain' t getting any younger.
	My knuckles wear their bruises well.
	I' ve yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell.
	Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two
	Popsicle sticks.
	See, your name is ambiguity.
	My name is something hands can' t hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
	It' s like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind' ll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
	And if I plow the fields, that don' t guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so
	I set my alarm for five o' clock
	Idols block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
	The Bible squawks revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
	Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rug burn but y' all numb from gut fuel.
	I administer eclipse.
	Ain' t no motor like a martyr made motor ' cause a martyr made motor don' t quit.
	I am an epiphany.
	I am webbed foot mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
	Tugboat in a bottle with no holes poked in the nozzle
	I fed ' em bedlam diluted in limelight ' til that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
	Now the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
	Demoted to thorn crown.
	Damn, talk about numbskull.
	I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my energy' s a rental.
	So I take this now to say, thank you se orita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
	Thank you
	James Anthony for the bandaids on my ego, y' all are family for life,
	I' ll take that bullet to preserve you.
	I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
	Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
	Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this... I ain' t gettin' any younger
	Horn samples to end

	Yo, change the ing channel.
	I burn a coma candle.
	When the flame fades, consider my flat line a soldier sample.
	We them cats talking noise behind that
	New York trash heap where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep.
	And it' s the work of zigzaggers versus piggy badge flashers training generation fallout.
	Waterfall, bricklayer, pincushion crawl out.
	There' s smoke in my iris, but
	I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids so
	I' m ready now. What you ready for?
	I' m ready for life in this city and my wings have grown almost enough to lift me.
	I' m a dinosaur with
	Jones Beach in my hourglass passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles.
	Don' t tell me you ain' t the droid that held the match to the charcoals.
	Don' t tell me
	Lucifer and
	God don' t carpool. This is our school
	I' m not trying to graduate to life with a personalized barstool, head in a jar on the desk, feet dangling in a shark pool. Man please
	Man please
	My name stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling. Brother sun, sister moon, mother beautiful
	Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence.
	Beckoned a long time ago
	I was, to where the wishers wish but misers miss,
	I slept through my appointment.
	Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify and picked a rose.
	It wilted the second
	I introduced myself as nervous.
	Well, it appears the scars of learning have spoken.
	Some are burning, some are frozen.
	Some deserve tall tales, some wrote ' em.
	Some are just a brutal repercussion of devotion.
	Mine are all of the above ' cause everything leads to erosion.
	Now where
	I live there' s a homeless man.
	He sits upon a crate
	Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make.
	Now if you ever come and visit me,
	I suggest you watch the show
	Tell him Aesop
	Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this
	Horn samples Aesop Rock
	And I ain' t getting any younger.
	My knuckles wear their bruises well.
	I' ve yet to lose that hunger, but only time can tell.
	Prodigal sun with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch and crucify bigot voodoo doll on two
	Popsicle sticks.
	See, your name is ambiguity.
	My name is something hands can' t hold but hearts part ocean scapes just to watch the starlet unfold
	It' s like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick knowing the wind' ll kill it some day, still it calms my burning wits for now.
	And if I plow the fields, that don' t guarantee plentiful harvest but starving artists die, so
	I set my alarm for five o' clock
	Idols block survival crops, the cycle stops for nothing
	The Bible squawks revival as winos flock by the hundreds to the opening.
	Scarlet carpets greeting the duel, leading the stubborn mule to cruel rug burn but y' all numb from gut fuel.
	I administer eclipse.
	Ain' t no motor like a martyr made motor ' cause a martyr made motor don' t quit.
	I am an epiphany.
	I am webbed foot mammal channel surfing my way to the top.
	Tugboat in a bottle with no holes poked in the nozzle
	I fed ' em bedlam diluted in limelight ' til that rookie boogie graduated hostile.
	Now the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium.
	Demoted to thorn crown.
	Damn, talk about numbskull.
	I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry but my energy' s a rental.
	So I take this now to say, thank you se orita for holding a flame to a lost wick.
	Thank you
	James Anthony for the bandaids on my ego, y' all are family for life,
	I' ll take that bullet to preserve you.
	I wanna be something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries.
	Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy.
	Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn, then sit up on his crate as a witness to beauty born like this... I ain' t gettin' any younger
	Horn samples to end

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