Aesop Rock - Klutz Lyrics
[Intro]I am a man who uses the techniques of a bat to navigate...[Verse]Can’t mother***** a mother*****erFrom the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcherThe pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping "I'm your pusher"Also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gateBrooding over waking history that bubbles from the blinking 12s of VCRs and MicrowavesLike time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipeCarrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam of piss and repugnant energySpun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert?Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirtThis is tea-time with the worst, geriatrics on decline of berserkBack in my day we were three times more alertNow I go through my old clothing trying to find nostalgic threads to sellWalk away feeling like I should have never dressed myselfSincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hiltYou’re free to build with the other endShriek into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishmentsYou wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably isVolley with the quintessential digital ager, I'm offended by everythingMy opinions come in manger, oh boyDepreciating since they drove me off the lot, still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut braProcedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot, and reminding clones there’s more to coping than a nose full of snotAh, old pros throw 'bows to the 808, you couldn't throw a rope over a baby gateBishop to queen 4 in damn Daniels under ram skullsPlan for cloudy with a chance of anvilsFever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipesSocialites from pageant hell with plastic smiles and robot eyesI’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assumeAs your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me tooLook, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare, brush up your evasion and basic tactical field careI was on that constant futile rage before the internetI been ignored for longer than you’ve been interestedThe posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomedThat’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polishIt helps to know intimidation’s all about the opticsCome duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo, puppy chow and *****es brewIt's not exactly chicken soup, it’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistlingIt’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching, older yellerNever knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie daysNow I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stainsA walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audaciousI document the great unwashed and curse in LithuanianFor a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted with his little sister’s after markers glue and scissorsIt’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a centerMaybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed togetherSometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lensAnd patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselvesI’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasersI’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acresThe dogs I think are following me home are out to kill meYour music makes a mother*****er wanna move to Elm StreetRejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in the currentHere, wheels fall off of cars when they see him, seas part, green trees march out of EdenI'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven, are you starting to be part of the kinesis?[Outro]Got me on some other shitGot me on some other shitGot me on some other shit
