The Uncluded - Delicate Cycle Lyrics
[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]I can take my finger off, old dog, old trickNew twist like actually take the finger offWrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse headMail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with andShould they need a forearm or something they can practice drawing skulls onCut it from the shoulder while the saw's warmThe full appendage really make a world of differenceInclude it to a 30 teeth to chew out all your critics32 would have been perfect, 2 were casualties of it's it's-I always wanted radder things for ChristmasThe rest were coolI'm shipping out a torso in the a.mYou should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces - it's importantI can't explain why now, by the wayLegs in a crate delivery by todayIf a uniformed man knock knocks, sign his documentYou shouldn't have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit[Verse 2: Kimya Dawson]My mom was a lunch lady when I was in elementary schoolShe was outside during recessShe had a whistle and I thought that that was coolShe was really nice to all the kids who didn't have a lot of friendsShe would give them hugs and tell them jokes or she'd play catch with themAnd, my dad worked at the laundromat which was really cool to meI'd get to open up the washing machinesAnd clean them out and collect the moneyAnd I'd open soap dispenser and put in little boxes of soap insideI knew how it worked and I was good at itAnd helping out filled me with a sense of prideI would meet all kinds of people there and I would look them in the eyeAnd I'd say "Hi! Excuse me, but do you mindIf I shine the glass while your clothes dry?"(x4)My whole life is a(My whole life is a delicate cycle)A delicate cycle, a delicate cycle[Verse 3: Aesop Rock]Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with headThey said it used to walk upright and like New York after tenOne day it woke up out of order, nothing more to extendDelicate cycle in the alpha of its orbiting zenWhen it's a impersonal skill has already poured its bestA conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debtAnd you don't know it, but I know I owe you more than I've keptSo if you find a biohazard by your door on the stepMaybe it couldn't find its faculties, but swore it would helpWanted to be a larger part than its abnormalcies letHang on, I'm overnighting eyes with a headlight-deer stareOne up, Vin Vin, UPS and ear pairWear 'em if you need a new perspective on a weird yearAnd one day when I'm better we can square away a fair shareThe last frame silhouetted by the sunWas an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue[Verse 4: Kimya Dawson]I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a houseWith a washer and dryer in it and that's the year I bottomed outMaybe what was missing was the sense of community that comes fromHauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundryAnd the company of other people who also don't have the amenitiesAt their convenience in a home that's so set up that they never have to leaveI miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trustThe squeaky carts, the vibrationsThe bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheetsThe old pay phone, the giant sinkI'd watch my daddy mop the floorAnd my heart started with a quarterI'd watch my daddy mop the floorAnd my heart started with a quarter(x4)Annotate
