[ti:Cycles To Gehenna]
[ar:Aesop Rock]
[al:Skelethon]
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[00:00.00]Cycles To Gehenna - Aesop Rock
[00:03.12]Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs
[00:36.84]Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump
[00:39.61]Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale
[00:43.12]Horse painted gunmetal black face masking
[00:45.85]Hard-shelled ebony propeller hat Clubmans
[00:48.45]Gloved rakes grappling the clutch span
[00:50.78]Tuck go the steel toe metal gate spreading
[00:53.20]For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37
[00:55.89]2000 out the weekly under"Cycles to Gehenna"
[00:58.85]Gets him floating over 20 busses
[01:00.45]Fireproof and festive
[01:01.39]Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired
[01:05.02]Rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
[01:08.04]Knows no zen in the art of maintenance
[01:10.26]Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby
[01:13.52]Here is how a great escape goes
[01:15.62]When you can't take your dead friends names out your phone
[01:18.83]The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
[01:43.65]Goes in water lillies am-scrays Giger
[01:46.35]And man-ray crammed in a one-player campaign
[01:49.32]Blinker like a hollowed bonfire over Samhain
[01:51.94]Span where the praying hands mandate
[01:54.18]Bars an extension of the arms
[01:56.05]They're mutating instead of being farmed
[01:57.58]Tonight beneath a marmalade venus
[02:00.17]Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us
[02:03.13]Going Ford Jag Datsun Corvette Lotus
[02:05.84]All cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused
[02:08.54]Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
[02:11.46]And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
[02:13.58]Who knew that any moment
[02:14.76]He could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
[02:17.68]And still he keep his fuel tank portly
[02:19.69]The 30 odd year old gears thank charlie
[02:22.09]The scarf thank Mom's new hobby kssssht copy
[02:27.35]It was less an ac of hubris
[03:12.82]More a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet
[03:15.67]Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
[03:18.40]Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma
[03:21.06]Ursa Minor getting warmer
[03:22.60]I crowbar into the pecking order
[03:24.43]The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers
[03:26.80]Hug a double yellow spine
[03:28.11]Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope
[03:29.81]Those little f**kers run on passion alone
[03:31.95]This is a product of a d i i inadequate home
[03:34.65]Grabbing a cabin in the-f**k-outta-dodge
[03:36.92]Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome
[03:38.92]Traffic amassed against insufferable odds
[03:40.97]Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone
[03:42.95]I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me
[03:46.30]All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling
[03:48.10]Bright light tunnel kings tuck in the devil
[03:51.58]PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo