歌曲 | Cycles To Gehenna |
歌手 | Aesop Rock |
专辑 | Skelethon |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs | |
Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump | |
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once—pale horse painted gunmetal black | |
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat | |
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span | |
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading | |
For the dead-alive that rented parking space 372000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses | |
Fireproof and festive | |
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign | |
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance | |
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby | |
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone | |
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach,every other mighty lion asleep | |
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor | |
Goes in water lillies | |
Am-scrays | |
Giger, and man—ray | |
Crammed in a one-player campaign | |
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over | |
SamhainSpan where the praying hands mandate | |
Bars an extension of the arms | |
They're mutating instead of being farmed | |
Tonight beneath a marmalade venus | |
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us | |
Going Ford, | |
Jag, Datsun, | |
Corvette, | |
LotusAll cones you can slalom when your focused | |
Via mechanical | |
Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly | |
And sanctioned by a | |
New Yank Yorkee | |
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring | |
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie | |
The scarfthank | |
Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy | |
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach,every other mighty lion asleep | |
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth | |
It was less an act of hubris | |
More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet | |
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia | |
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma | |
Ursa Minor getting warmer | |
I crowbar into the pecking order | |
The dreck between the whores and | |
Betty Ford-ers | |
Hug a double yellow spine | |
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope | |
Those little ****ers run on passion alone | |
This is the product ofa d.i.y. inadequate home | |
Grabbing a cabin in the-****-outta-dodge | |
Actin' a savage in the shadows of | |
RomeAmassed against insufferable odds | |
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone | |
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me | |
All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling | |
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil | |
PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo... |
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs | |
Total disregard for a dying man' s shark jump | |
Postmeridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once pale horse painted gunmetal black | |
Face masking, hardshelled ebony propeller hat | |
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span | |
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading | |
For the deadalive that rented parking space 372000 out the weekly under " Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses | |
Fireproof and festive | |
Corners like a twotired tiger so a tootired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign | |
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance | |
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby | |
Here is how a great escape goes when you can' t take your dead friends names out your phone | |
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
The manape translates glam thru the visor | |
Goes in water lillies | |
Amscrays | |
Giger, and man ray | |
Crammed in a oneplayer campaign | |
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over | |
SamhainSpan where the praying hands mandate | |
Bars an extension of the arms | |
They' re mutating instead of being farmed | |
Tonight beneath a marmalade venus | |
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us | |
Going Ford, | |
Jag, Datsun, | |
Corvette, | |
LotusAll cones you can slalom when your focused | |
Via mechanical | |
Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly | |
And sanctioned by a | |
New Yank Yorkee | |
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring | |
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie | |
The scarfthank | |
Mom' s new hobby, kssssht! copy | |
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
It was less an act of hubris | |
More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet | |
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia | |
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma | |
Ursa Minor getting warmer | |
I crowbar into the pecking order | |
The dreck between the whores and | |
Betty Forders | |
Hug a double yellow spine | |
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope | |
Those little ers run on passion alone | |
This is the product ofa d. i. y. inadequate home | |
Grabbing a cabin in the outtadodge | |
Actin' a savage in the shadows of | |
RomeAmassed against insufferable odds | |
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone | |
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me | |
Allcity galvanized bikes white knuckling | |
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil | |
PS I wrote this on a selfdestructing memo... |
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs | |
Total disregard for a dying man' s shark jump | |
Postmeridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once pale horse painted gunmetal black | |
Face masking, hardshelled ebony propeller hat | |
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span | |
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading | |
For the deadalive that rented parking space 372000 out the weekly under " Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses | |
Fireproof and festive | |
Corners like a twotired tiger so a tootired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign | |
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance | |
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby | |
Here is how a great escape goes when you can' t take your dead friends names out your phone | |
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
The manape translates glam thru the visor | |
Goes in water lillies | |
Amscrays | |
Giger, and man ray | |
Crammed in a oneplayer campaign | |
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over | |
SamhainSpan where the praying hands mandate | |
Bars an extension of the arms | |
They' re mutating instead of being farmed | |
Tonight beneath a marmalade venus | |
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us | |
Going Ford, | |
Jag, Datsun, | |
Corvette, | |
LotusAll cones you can slalom when your focused | |
Via mechanical | |
Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly | |
And sanctioned by a | |
New Yank Yorkee | |
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring | |
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie | |
The scarfthank | |
Mom' s new hobby, kssssht! copy | |
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief | |
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
Gangway mine eyes, mine teeth | |
It was less an act of hubris | |
More a lonely hearts club at the helm ofa magic bullet | |
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia | |
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma | |
Ursa Minor getting warmer | |
I crowbar into the pecking order | |
The dreck between the whores and | |
Betty Forders | |
Hug a double yellow spine | |
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope | |
Those little ers run on passion alone | |
This is the product ofa d. i. y. inadequate home | |
Grabbing a cabin in the outtadodge | |
Actin' a savage in the shadows of | |
RomeAmassed against insufferable odds | |
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone | |
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me | |
Allcity galvanized bikes white knuckling | |
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil | |
PS I wrote this on a selfdestructing memo... |