(feat. Vast Aire) [Aesop Rock] [3x] Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin,
Boarded up buildings and carbomb threats The Detroit Tigers and the New York Mets Hollister shirts on TV screens Plastic cups and torn up jeans This
NOTHING! [x15] No jealousy, no concern, no reason why! No growth, no backbone, no truth, no lies! I still have all the change from the days I haven'
fuckin' choke They sell us shit and we eat it! Sell us vaccines to keep us sick Sure to submit- pandemic! Overpriced it can't be wrong A whole life-span
You're gonna say what you want to say You're gonna here what you want to hear And your responses will always be the same Because nothin' around here
My attention has been diverted now it's hard to believe And I've dropped to my knees now subject to this disease And I watch all my friends, they go
You reign supreme on your pedestal Protest music is just your stepping stone And the bastards that buy in are just meek and oppressed You write the rules
This place has had it I'm tired of being at it No place to get my kicks The spot is gone to get my fix What a bummer Vain temptations left you empty
Time spent in my room there's nothing on my mind Apathy it swallows me "life's a waste of time" There are nights I feel invincible and then there's bits
it?s best that I don?t say: ?It?s a pleasure to meet ya Once again for the night I can?t promise my focus? Is it me? Or is it my attention span? I see
[Aesop Rock] 3x Every little step we take breaks the dreams Of a warm pig itching to re-stitch the seams [Vast Aire] Namsayin, when I walk, I wanna break
used to it It's fucking up my sense of vision could you repeat that once again I'm stuck on hyperactive rhythm is it affecting my attention span? My attention span
(traditional) Alison Gross that lives in yon tower The ugliest witch in the North Country Has trysted me one day up to her bower And many a fair speech
All around my hat I will wear the green willow And all around my hat for a twelve month and a day And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon? Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman? Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie? Saw ye Geordie
Late last night when the squire came home Inquiring for his lady Some denied and some replied She's gone with the Black Jack Davey Go saddle to me the
Gaudete, gaudete Christus est natus Ex Maria Virgine Gaudete Tempus adest gratiae Hoc quod optabamus Carmina laetitiae Devote reddamus Deus homo factus