Live on 89.9FM Nighttrain Lyrics
| Song | Live on 89.9FM Nighttrain |
| Artist | Aesop Rock |
| Album | Music for Earthworms |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (DJ chatter) | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| Check it, in a box marked "divinity", I trap the trinity | |
| of honor, evolution, and serenity. | |
| Pulled the reign into me, | |
| Sorta? type hype oddities of style, | |
| lost child prodigy intrigued, | |
| fatigued by a suit and tie spy claiming post-Bonham? peacemakers | |
| with the worlds ends calibrated in their briefcases | |
| Case em when the sun bursts... | |
| and the populace awaited my reply: | |
| I spit a billion tiny, brilliant white lights into the sky. | |
| When your last murmurs fade like colors in graff burners, | |
| soon to be flustered and clustered in with comrade trash hurlers. | |
| Color me a sideline observer, alerted not yet retreating | |
| and the climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing. | |
| Penny for your reasoning, Doug, which luckily I ain't as blessed to hold your attendance | |
| so I could slide my guided tenants on the one. | |
| That drop in the bucket boogie begun, | |
| brick in the wall installments draw a fallen performance. | |
| Fifth element, critical endurance | |
| kingpin allow only the murkiest swamp bot | |
| to slip beneath the skin, this is Aesop | |
| recording til your TDK stops(?) | |
| watch laboratory clone demotions dodge on natural hate crops. | |
| With the bearers of the reptile smile | |
| again and again, blendin' a friend with a fiend | |
| lendin' a bended dream, | |
| keen, cold, the straight soul drenched, temper | |
| fuckin, back boogie, I'm a settler, | |
| kids wanna know the Aesop Rock... | |
| the off the top, prototype, straight Robocop. | |
| If you're Quasimoto, and you're slomo to stop | |
| ya rock bells, I block spells casted. | |
| If you wanna straight flacid pass me towards... you | |
| what? Kids wanna jet? 'Tis I, the 6 foot 4 space cadet | |
| all up in you, kids wanna bend you back | |
| so who's the next kid to rock upon the track? | |
| (other rapper begins, cuts out) | |
| (another rapper finishes, DJ) | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| (from Wake Up Call) | |
| Tell me is you fat cats or lab rats? | |
| Trails tell my steppin' got em sweatin' flashbacks. | |
| I played a part of minesweeper clunkin' sneakers | |
| in my sunken city defunked and apparently examinin' famine. | |
| I'ma follow the strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe. | |
| Sink through the track and think back. | |
| When I was a boy, I employed styles exhausted by every lost child. | |
| At present, normally I drill pillars of normalcy. | |
| You're all cordially invited to accompany me | |
| in rotations at the tables to label the opposition | |
| as I choose. | |
| Refused to evolve with the cold. | |
| Rapidly dissolve my involvement in a solvent of soul | |
| and rolled back. | |
| My brain tripped the beta, waits, trap for the slaughter | |
| like livestock infected with anthrax. | |
| When my Compaq of clan snaps to lapse was the mandatory maze, | |
| where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days, | |
| I reside up on the opposite circuit in glorious dazes | |
| where glorious hazes are grey, | |
| spun through my array of operations | |
| slave to idiot box revelations | |
| that wrap tightly in a practice | |
| with my colleagues and slackers... | |
| straight 20,000 league mappers. | |
| And the swelling increases... | |
| Once the mortar hit the pestle, | |
| your whole vessel fell to pieces... | |
| And I laughed! I laughed for me and my starving art family. | |
| I laughed candidly, your failures ampin' me to vamp fresh. | |
| My mic stabs white flags and drags trembling, | |
| Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of compliance. | |
| When the day turns night, señoritas suck the woody like termites | |
| And wonder how they got labeled dick-hungry damsels in distress. | |
| The all new and improved, poetically portable Aesop Rock! | |
| Available in stores with my highly suggested parental discretion, | |
| and 99 brilliant new dimensions, bust it... | |
| (studio chatter) | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| (from Shere Kahn) | |
| Bust this, I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects | |
| Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched! | |
| Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies | |
| a grey so blueless it's got I fiendin for the sky. | |
| Synthesized lies rise synthetic | |
| Sittin' inside solidified plastics who's lateral burns germ compatible... | |
| My firm's radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly | |
| Yellow brick stalker walking shifty... | |
| I am but a prototype Metroid programmed to Holocaust style | |
| while you're soakin' in the stages of denial. | |
| Your petty soldiers stand fragile like Giacometti sculptures, | |
| embedded in aromatic cultures. We's rock steady vultures | |
| Plus I's the guise of rowin' a soul. | |
| My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles. | |
| Berserk! | |
| Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it. | |
| Stripping, color my passion mitigated... | |
| (shoutouts all around) |
| DJ chatter | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| Check it, in a box marked " divinity", I trap the trinity | |
| of honor, evolution, and serenity. | |
| Pulled the reign into me, | |
| Sorta? type hype oddities of style, | |
| lost child prodigy intrigued, | |
| fatigued by a suit and tie spy claiming postBonham? peacemakers | |
| with the worlds ends calibrated in their briefcases | |
| Case em when the sun bursts... | |
| and the populace awaited my reply: | |
| I spit a billion tiny, brilliant white lights into the sky. | |
| When your last murmurs fade like colors in graff burners, | |
| soon to be flustered and clustered in with comrade trash hurlers. | |
| Color me a sideline observer, alerted not yet retreating | |
| and the climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing. | |
| Penny for your reasoning, Doug, which luckily I ain' t as blessed to hold your attendance | |
| so I could slide my guided tenants on the one. | |
| That drop in the bucket boogie begun, | |
| brick in the wall installments draw a fallen performance. | |
| Fifth element, critical endurance | |
| kingpin allow only the murkiest swamp bot | |
| to slip beneath the skin, this is Aesop | |
| recording til your TDK stops? | |
| watch laboratory clone demotions dodge on natural hate crops. | |
| With the bearers of the reptile smile | |
| again and again, blendin' a friend with a fiend | |
| lendin' a bended dream, | |
| keen, cold, the straight soul drenched, temper | |
| fuckin, back boogie, I' m a settler, | |
| kids wanna know the Aesop Rock... | |
| the off the top, prototype, straight Robocop. | |
| If you' re Quasimoto, and you' re slomo to stop | |
| ya rock bells, I block spells casted. | |
| If you wanna straight flacid pass me towards... you | |
| what? Kids wanna jet? ' Tis I, the 6 foot 4 space cadet | |
| all up in you, kids wanna bend you back | |
| so who' s the next kid to rock upon the track? | |
| other rapper begins, cuts out | |
| another rapper finishes, DJ | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| from Wake Up Call | |
| Tell me is you fat cats or lab rats? | |
| Trails tell my steppin' got em sweatin' flashbacks. | |
| I played a part of minesweeper clunkin' sneakers | |
| in my sunken city defunked and apparently examinin' famine. | |
| I' ma follow the strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe. | |
| Sink through the track and think back. | |
| When I was a boy, I employed styles exhausted by every lost child. | |
| At present, normally I drill pillars of normalcy. | |
| You' re all cordially invited to accompany me | |
| in rotations at the tables to label the opposition | |
| as I choose. | |
| Refused to evolve with the cold. | |
| Rapidly dissolve my involvement in a solvent of soul | |
| and rolled back. | |
| My brain tripped the beta, waits, trap for the slaughter | |
| like livestock infected with anthrax. | |
| When my Compaq of clan snaps to lapse was the mandatory maze, | |
| where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days, | |
| I reside up on the opposite circuit in glorious dazes | |
| where glorious hazes are grey, | |
| spun through my array of operations | |
| slave to idiot box revelations | |
| that wrap tightly in a practice | |
| with my colleagues and slackers... | |
| straight 20, 000 league mappers. | |
| And the swelling increases... | |
| Once the mortar hit the pestle, | |
| your whole vessel fell to pieces... | |
| And I laughed! I laughed for me and my starving art family. | |
| I laughed candidly, your failures ampin' me to vamp fresh. | |
| My mic stabs white flags and drags trembling, | |
| Devil skinwearers through the terrors of compliance. | |
| When the day turns night, se oritas suck the woody like termites | |
| And wonder how they got labeled dickhungry damsels in distress. | |
| The all new and improved, poetically portable Aesop Rock! | |
| Available in stores with my highly suggested parental discretion, | |
| and 99 brilliant new dimensions, bust it... | |
| studio chatter | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| from Shere Kahn | |
| Bust this, I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects | |
| Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched! | |
| Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies | |
| a grey so blueless it' s got I fiendin for the sky. | |
| Synthesized lies rise synthetic | |
| Sittin' inside solidified plastics who' s lateral burns germ compatible... | |
| My firm' s radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly | |
| Yellow brick stalker walking shifty... | |
| I am but a prototype Metroid programmed to Holocaust style | |
| while you' re soakin' in the stages of denial. | |
| Your petty soldiers stand fragile like Giacometti sculptures, | |
| embedded in aromatic cultures. We' s rock steady vultures | |
| Plus I' s the guise of rowin' a soul. | |
| My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles. | |
| Berserk! | |
| Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it. | |
| Stripping, color my passion mitigated... | |
| shoutouts all around |
| DJ chatter | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| Check it, in a box marked " divinity", I trap the trinity | |
| of honor, evolution, and serenity. | |
| Pulled the reign into me, | |
| Sorta? type hype oddities of style, | |
| lost child prodigy intrigued, | |
| fatigued by a suit and tie spy claiming postBonham? peacemakers | |
| with the worlds ends calibrated in their briefcases | |
| Case em when the sun bursts... | |
| and the populace awaited my reply: | |
| I spit a billion tiny, brilliant white lights into the sky. | |
| When your last murmurs fade like colors in graff burners, | |
| soon to be flustered and clustered in with comrade trash hurlers. | |
| Color me a sideline observer, alerted not yet retreating | |
| and the climate stubbornly hovered slightly above freezing. | |
| Penny for your reasoning, Doug, which luckily I ain' t as blessed to hold your attendance | |
| so I could slide my guided tenants on the one. | |
| That drop in the bucket boogie begun, | |
| brick in the wall installments draw a fallen performance. | |
| Fifth element, critical endurance | |
| kingpin allow only the murkiest swamp bot | |
| to slip beneath the skin, this is Aesop | |
| recording til your TDK stops? | |
| watch laboratory clone demotions dodge on natural hate crops. | |
| With the bearers of the reptile smile | |
| again and again, blendin' a friend with a fiend | |
| lendin' a bended dream, | |
| keen, cold, the straight soul drenched, temper | |
| fuckin, back boogie, I' m a settler, | |
| kids wanna know the Aesop Rock... | |
| the off the top, prototype, straight Robocop. | |
| If you' re Quasimoto, and you' re slomo to stop | |
| ya rock bells, I block spells casted. | |
| If you wanna straight flacid pass me towards... you | |
| what? Kids wanna jet? ' Tis I, the 6 foot 4 space cadet | |
| all up in you, kids wanna bend you back | |
| so who' s the next kid to rock upon the track? | |
| other rapper begins, cuts out | |
| another rapper finishes, DJ | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| from Wake Up Call | |
| Tell me is you fat cats or lab rats? | |
| Trails tell my steppin' got em sweatin' flashbacks. | |
| I played a part of minesweeper clunkin' sneakers | |
| in my sunken city defunked and apparently examinin' famine. | |
| I' ma follow the strobe while your blind spot swallows the globe. | |
| Sink through the track and think back. | |
| When I was a boy, I employed styles exhausted by every lost child. | |
| At present, normally I drill pillars of normalcy. | |
| You' re all cordially invited to accompany me | |
| in rotations at the tables to label the opposition | |
| as I choose. | |
| Refused to evolve with the cold. | |
| Rapidly dissolve my involvement in a solvent of soul | |
| and rolled back. | |
| My brain tripped the beta, waits, trap for the slaughter | |
| like livestock infected with anthrax. | |
| When my Compaq of clan snaps to lapse was the mandatory maze, | |
| where the bluest ribbons yield the glory days, | |
| I reside up on the opposite circuit in glorious dazes | |
| where glorious hazes are grey, | |
| spun through my array of operations | |
| slave to idiot box revelations | |
| that wrap tightly in a practice | |
| with my colleagues and slackers... | |
| straight 20, 000 league mappers. | |
| And the swelling increases... | |
| Once the mortar hit the pestle, | |
| your whole vessel fell to pieces... | |
| And I laughed! I laughed for me and my starving art family. | |
| I laughed candidly, your failures ampin' me to vamp fresh. | |
| My mic stabs white flags and drags trembling, | |
| Devil skinwearers through the terrors of compliance. | |
| When the day turns night, se oritas suck the woody like termites | |
| And wonder how they got labeled dickhungry damsels in distress. | |
| The all new and improved, poetically portable Aesop Rock! | |
| Available in stores with my highly suggested parental discretion, | |
| and 99 brilliant new dimensions, bust it... | |
| studio chatter | |
| Aesop Rock: | |
| from Shere Kahn | |
| Bust this, I forever wallow in glitches, grimly distributed by side effects | |
| Consumed, cocooned in antisocial trenches, drenched! | |
| Gridled between dense pillars of polar value lies | |
| a grey so blueless it' s got I fiendin for the sky. | |
| Synthesized lies rise synthetic | |
| Sittin' inside solidified plastics who' s lateral burns germ compatible... | |
| My firm' s radically piloted, dodging a fire swiftly | |
| Yellow brick stalker walking shifty... | |
| I am but a prototype Metroid programmed to Holocaust style | |
| while you' re soakin' in the stages of denial. | |
| Your petty soldiers stand fragile like Giacometti sculptures, | |
| embedded in aromatic cultures. We' s rock steady vultures | |
| Plus I' s the guise of rowin' a soul. | |
| My wingspan stands flags in the snow of the poles. | |
| Berserk! | |
| Swerve my alignment towards solitary confinement and jade it. | |
| Stripping, color my passion mitigated... | |
| shoutouts all around |
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