歌曲 | How to Be a Carpenter |
歌手 | Aesop Rock |
专辑 | Float |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
So you want to be a carpenter, do you? | |
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you're gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and... | |
Straighten your cap! you look like you've been through a war. | |
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame? | |
Sluggish posture just won't cut it. | |
You're gonna need schooling, and, and, and take notes! | |
And god if | |
I catch you yawning again you're gonna regret ever asking for my help, | |
And dammit you gotta hustle, this is a slacker-free zone | |
And, where's my pencil? go get your hard-hat, here's a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw and a drill and lots of graph paper... | |
Verse 1 Yo | |
I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs, | |
I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun. | |
The seventh level buckled and | |
I tumbled from the summit, | |
Now I'm back to re-climb and this time light my cigarette from it. | |
My stitchin division to vision warfares numb enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath and skip stones in the morning as | |
I, Lie in color phantom tantrum explicable, sit and pull the petals off wild flower patches, | |
Magic happens! | |
Behold, pity the lowlife parish. | |
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by the torch of | |
Polaris To the | |
Badlands, where every bridge collapse right where the crowd stands, | |
Where the witches are fireproof and every preacher's a madman. | |
Frigid be the appleseed demeanor towards the bay where the landshark | |
Parliament swims | |
When they pause to polish they fins. | |
The better brains will preach the village through the city square to the light, heavy and middle-weight integrate, | |
Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase. | |
Ooh my bomb's light simulator picks barnacles off the tugboat belly | |
Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case | |
I die. Got a rugged smoke-green halo floatin’ inches off the swamp, | |
Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a sparkle in my eye. | |
Now step back from the reservoir and let the settlers drink, | |
Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks. | |
My house ain't made of bricks and straw but never has it crumbled, | |
Cuz I stitched the brain's rigidity with symmetry, | |
Come visit me, | |
It's fascinating. | |
Now here's how its done, | |
I'm only gonna show you once, | |
So pay close attention, hear me now or hear me never, | |
Glue your little eyes to the diagram, | |
See the plywood, the nails, the glue? | |
You work every inch, | |
Your domain and you must treat it well. | |
Keep it clean or it'll swallow you whole. | |
Where's the | |
T-square, hand me the pliers, now dammit, oh this will never do! | |
You have to want the castle, | |
Head Up, shoulders back! | |
Be the materials, know your limits only to break your limits. | |
Are you listening? | |
God dammit boy, pay attention! | |
Try it again. | |
Little bit more juice this time. | |
Try it again. | |
Yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time. | |
Try it again. | |
Concentrate, a little more focus this time. | |
You can kick and scream and yell but damn | |
I'm only tryin' to help. | |
Try it again. | |
You're not doing it right, here now, yall watch. | |
Try it again. | |
Stop sulking, | |
I'm the example, for real, | |
Watch. Try it again. | |
I'm bout to make it easy for you yall, just | |
Watch. You can kick and scream and yell but damn | |
I'm only tryin' to help. | |
Verse 2 ?? stinging the hunt | |
The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog silhouettes, | |
All sulking by the skyline, focused with a bonus hunger pain, | |
My sincere addiction imbalance stems from a vintage grimace slap to the mug of | |
Ancestral branch camped on the vessels. | |
Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert survived, | |
And every peasant presenteed it on the crescent less deprived. | |
With the exception of pleasant finale binges on the great endangered interests of phantom brigades slaving to save that princess. | |
I double the negative, to no avail, no promised benefits, just delegates peddling pairs of negatives, | |
With magnified magnanimous appearance sandy sinners in opinion shut. | |
Now what of the madness fragments? | |
Stagnant. | |
I oughta make a vision sing my twix cling to your pigeon wings, | |
Vision militia indent benders , we've flooded | |
Hell's kitchen sink, | |
Walkin’ eye civility simpleton citizen mixers to kiss the sky in unison <kiss> | |
Sinister city-blistered corporate rule-igans. | |
All I really want’s a nickel to feed my little pigs. ? | |
Big Dick three cheers to the product. | |
Consumer populace feed but never dreamed of the process | |
When a slanted advantage point sort of makeshift criminals date rape the hostage, | |
Dream away the blame pain, yeah but it seeps through the cracks, | |
And drips from the ceiling and smells the rich scent of my tracks. | |
All I ever really wanted was a jungle, and a jungle | |
I got, See it ain’t the vision it’s the plot that makes me stop. | |
Try it again. | |
I don’t want to. | |
Try it one more time. | |
I’m not even interested anymore. |
So you want to be a carpenter, do you? | |
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you' re gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and... | |
Straighten your cap! you look like you' ve been through a war. | |
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame? | |
Sluggish posture just won' t cut it. | |
You' re gonna need schooling, and, and, and take notes! | |
And god if | |
I catch you yawning again you' re gonna regret ever asking for my help, | |
And dammit you gotta hustle, this is a slackerfree zone | |
And, where' s my pencil? go get your hardhat, here' s a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw and a drill and lots of graph paper... | |
Verse 1 Yo | |
I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs, | |
I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun. | |
The seventh level buckled and | |
I tumbled from the summit, | |
Now I' m back to reclimb and this time light my cigarette from it. | |
My stitchin division to vision warfares numb enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath and skip stones in the morning as | |
I, Lie in color phantom tantrum explicable, sit and pull the petals off wild flower patches, | |
Magic happens! | |
Behold, pity the lowlife parish. | |
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horsedrawn carriage by the torch of | |
Polaris To the | |
Badlands, where every bridge collapse right where the crowd stands, | |
Where the witches are fireproof and every preacher' s a madman. | |
Frigid be the appleseed demeanor towards the bay where the landshark | |
Parliament swims | |
When they pause to polish they fins. | |
The better brains will preach the village through the city square to the light, heavy and middleweight integrate, | |
Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase. | |
Ooh my bomb' s light simulator picks barnacles off the tugboat belly | |
Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case | |
I die. Got a rugged smokegreen halo floatin' inches off the swamp, | |
Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a sparkle in my eye. | |
Now step back from the reservoir and let the settlers drink, | |
Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks. | |
My house ain' t made of bricks and straw but never has it crumbled, | |
Cuz I stitched the brain' s rigidity with symmetry, | |
Come visit me, | |
It' s fascinating. | |
Now here' s how its done, | |
I' m only gonna show you once, | |
So pay close attention, hear me now or hear me never, | |
Glue your little eyes to the diagram, | |
See the plywood, the nails, the glue? | |
You work every inch, | |
Your domain and you must treat it well. | |
Keep it clean or it' ll swallow you whole. | |
Where' s the | |
Tsquare, hand me the pliers, now dammit, oh this will never do! | |
You have to want the castle, | |
Head Up, shoulders back! | |
Be the materials, know your limits only to break your limits. | |
Are you listening? | |
God dammit boy, pay attention! | |
Try it again. | |
Little bit more juice this time. | |
Try it again. | |
Yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time. | |
Try it again. | |
Concentrate, a little more focus this time. | |
You can kick and scream and yell but damn | |
I' m only tryin' to help. | |
Try it again. | |
You' re not doing it right, here now, yall watch. | |
Try it again. | |
Stop sulking, | |
I' m the example, for real, | |
Watch. Try it again. | |
I' m bout to make it easy for you yall, just | |
Watch. You can kick and scream and yell but damn | |
I' m only tryin' to help. | |
Verse 2 ?? stinging the hunt | |
The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog silhouettes, | |
All sulking by the skyline, focused with a bonus hunger pain, | |
My sincere addiction imbalance stems from a vintage grimace slap to the mug of | |
Ancestral branch camped on the vessels. | |
Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert survived, | |
And every peasant presenteed it on the crescent less deprived. | |
With the exception of pleasant finale binges on the great endangered interests of phantom brigades slaving to save that princess. | |
I double the negative, to no avail, no promised benefits, just delegates peddling pairs of negatives, | |
With magnified magnanimous appearance sandy sinners in opinion shut. | |
Now what of the madness fragments? | |
Stagnant. | |
I oughta make a vision sing my twix cling to your pigeon wings, | |
Vision militia indent benders , we' ve flooded | |
Hell' s kitchen sink, | |
Walkin' eye civility simpleton citizen mixers to kiss the sky in unison kiss | |
Sinister cityblistered corporate ruleigans. | |
All I really want' s a nickel to feed my little pigs. ? | |
Big Dick three cheers to the product. | |
Consumer populace feed but never dreamed of the process | |
When a slanted advantage point sort of makeshift criminals date rape the hostage, | |
Dream away the blame pain, yeah but it seeps through the cracks, | |
And drips from the ceiling and smells the rich scent of my tracks. | |
All I ever really wanted was a jungle, and a jungle | |
I got, See it ain' t the vision it' s the plot that makes me stop. | |
Try it again. | |
I don' t want to. | |
Try it one more time. | |
I' m not even interested anymore. |
So you want to be a carpenter, do you? | |
Well it takes more than a hammer, boy, you' re gonna need blueprints and a will to build, and... | |
Straighten your cap! you look like you' ve been through a war. | |
Wipe that grin off your mug, you got a sturdy frame? | |
Sluggish posture just won' t cut it. | |
You' re gonna need schooling, and, and, and take notes! | |
And god if | |
I catch you yawning again you' re gonna regret ever asking for my help, | |
And dammit you gotta hustle, this is a slackerfree zone | |
And, where' s my pencil? go get your hardhat, here' s a nickel, go get us a ruler and a saw and a drill and lots of graph paper... | |
Verse 1 Yo | |
I used to have a rope ladder but tattered were the rungs, | |
I strung it from the highest willow, trying to hug the sun. | |
The seventh level buckled and | |
I tumbled from the summit, | |
Now I' m back to reclimb and this time light my cigarette from it. | |
My stitchin division to vision warfares numb enough to soak suddenly in a bullet bath and skip stones in the morning as | |
I, Lie in color phantom tantrum explicable, sit and pull the petals off wild flower patches, | |
Magic happens! | |
Behold, pity the lowlife parish. | |
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horsedrawn carriage by the torch of | |
Polaris To the | |
Badlands, where every bridge collapse right where the crowd stands, | |
Where the witches are fireproof and every preacher' s a madman. | |
Frigid be the appleseed demeanor towards the bay where the landshark | |
Parliament swims | |
When they pause to polish they fins. | |
The better brains will preach the village through the city square to the light, heavy and middleweight integrate, | |
Slept with sticks and stones in my pillowcase. | |
Ooh my bomb' s light simulator picks barnacles off the tugboat belly | |
Left my spirit home in a shoebox in case | |
I die. Got a rugged smokegreen halo floatin' inches off the swamp, | |
Had that phase when the devil tree contacts a sparkle in my eye. | |
Now step back from the reservoir and let the settlers drink, | |
Salvage all priorities and iron out all kinks. | |
My house ain' t made of bricks and straw but never has it crumbled, | |
Cuz I stitched the brain' s rigidity with symmetry, | |
Come visit me, | |
It' s fascinating. | |
Now here' s how its done, | |
I' m only gonna show you once, | |
So pay close attention, hear me now or hear me never, | |
Glue your little eyes to the diagram, | |
See the plywood, the nails, the glue? | |
You work every inch, | |
Your domain and you must treat it well. | |
Keep it clean or it' ll swallow you whole. | |
Where' s the | |
Tsquare, hand me the pliers, now dammit, oh this will never do! | |
You have to want the castle, | |
Head Up, shoulders back! | |
Be the materials, know your limits only to break your limits. | |
Are you listening? | |
God dammit boy, pay attention! | |
Try it again. | |
Little bit more juice this time. | |
Try it again. | |
Yeah a little bit more elbow grease this time. | |
Try it again. | |
Concentrate, a little more focus this time. | |
You can kick and scream and yell but damn | |
I' m only tryin' to help. | |
Try it again. | |
You' re not doing it right, here now, yall watch. | |
Try it again. | |
Stop sulking, | |
I' m the example, for real, | |
Watch. Try it again. | |
I' m bout to make it easy for you yall, just | |
Watch. You can kick and scream and yell but damn | |
I' m only tryin' to help. | |
Verse 2 ?? stinging the hunt | |
The hunt dispatched a pack of wild dog silhouettes, | |
All sulking by the skyline, focused with a bonus hunger pain, | |
My sincere addiction imbalance stems from a vintage grimace slap to the mug of | |
Ancestral branch camped on the vessels. | |
Yes and I abide, the laws of the hidden desert survived, | |
And every peasant presenteed it on the crescent less deprived. | |
With the exception of pleasant finale binges on the great endangered interests of phantom brigades slaving to save that princess. | |
I double the negative, to no avail, no promised benefits, just delegates peddling pairs of negatives, | |
With magnified magnanimous appearance sandy sinners in opinion shut. | |
Now what of the madness fragments? | |
Stagnant. | |
I oughta make a vision sing my twix cling to your pigeon wings, | |
Vision militia indent benders , we' ve flooded | |
Hell' s kitchen sink, | |
Walkin' eye civility simpleton citizen mixers to kiss the sky in unison kiss | |
Sinister cityblistered corporate ruleigans. | |
All I really want' s a nickel to feed my little pigs. ? | |
Big Dick three cheers to the product. | |
Consumer populace feed but never dreamed of the process | |
When a slanted advantage point sort of makeshift criminals date rape the hostage, | |
Dream away the blame pain, yeah but it seeps through the cracks, | |
And drips from the ceiling and smells the rich scent of my tracks. | |
All I ever really wanted was a jungle, and a jungle | |
I got, See it ain' t the vision it' s the plot that makes me stop. | |
Try it again. | |
I don' t want to. | |
Try it one more time. | |
I' m not even interested anymore. |