The Uncluded - Teleprompters Lyrics
[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]Ever since I was a kidOn the backs of my two eyelidsI hid two Teleprompters thereTransmitting words from who knows whereWalkie-talkie on a missionRoger, roger will I listenOr will I just pass it alongNo form of a sing-a-longWhen muse annoys, devoid and nullI feel a tingle in my skullLike ticker tape the words appearThere’s a parade between my earsI preach self-love I know it’s trueIt’s easier to say than doI send the messages to youBut now I need to hear them tooI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveableI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]I was laying bricks in a lineYap full of dog toyPicturing a life beyond that of a protocol joyBleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soupFirst learn to eat pain at St. Peter’s preschool-yumNow that’s a painkiller I can speak throughAirbrush letters on a pristine gene poolSee my mother said her father drew a tonBut all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna floodInstead of twoThe end he would subsequently passI know he had a stroke but I assume that’s only halfBut now I’m signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentlemanMarrying his ash to his dustLast on the kickball team draft pick-listFirst to the King Kullen practicing his kickflipsI’d like to say it’s ‘cause I was a rebelTruthfully it’s easier to say “oh hell” instead of “hello”Hi, you need to get out moreI dunno, I don’t wanna be there when the geometry dominoYou need to get out moreMaybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacingYou need to get out moreNever I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressureYou need to get out moreFine[Verse 3: Kimya Dawson]Ever since I was a kidOn the backs of my two eyelidsI hid two Teleprompters thereTransmitting words from who knows whereAnd this is why when I’m on stageMy eyes are closed I’m in a hazeIt looks like I’m made out of clayI’m overwhelmed and under-glazedI’m making vases out of snakesI’m a kiln half-full of mistakesWhen kneading it, air’s overlookedIt’s gonna crack when it gets cookedSo self-forgiveness is the keyThey’re re-sculpting my sanityMindfulness, humilityAnd taking time to care for meI preach self-love I know it’s trueIt’s easier to say than doI sing these messages to youBut now I need to hear them tooI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveableI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]I was laying bricks in a lineYap full of copper-topPicturing a life beyond that of a dish-washerPot buzz pingCriss-crossed arms in a tub ringLearned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numbLearned dark days by the scent of poached dove meatSome part ways and it’s fuglyMaybe the sum of the parts became lesserThat each individual be making the same gestureAnd you don’t wanna be there for the overlapping networkSo you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressureTo disappear instead of interfere with nutty customsAnd differing definitions of liberty and justiceBig dummy dig a hole in the dirtHe put his head in the hole; he is alone in this worldAnd dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of wormsUntil you hear a little voice say “yo let’s go get dessert”Wait-what?You need to get out moreI dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY aloneYou need to get out moreMaybe, maybe notMaybe I should stay back and survey the lotYou need to get out moreNever I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of desertsYou need to get out moreOK
