Aesop Rock - Rings
[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com [00:38.71]Used to draw [00:39.69]Hard to admit that I used to draw [00:41.56]Portraiture in a human form [00:43.34]Doodle of a two headed unicorn it was soothing [00:45.72]Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools [00:47.85]And a muse from beyond [00:48.75]Even if it went beautifully wrong [00:50.17]It was tangible truth for a you'th who refused to belong [00:52.63]No name nuisance [00:53.54]Fools in a bedroom [00:54.40]Oozed in a brand new cuneiform [00:56.86]Barely commune with the horde [00:58.00]Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world [00:59.99]Might zone out to the yap of the magpie [01:02.32]Unseen hand dragging his graphite [01:04.12]Cross contour little bit of back light [01:05.77]Black ink after a bristol to baptize [01:07.67]You can imagine a rush that ensue [01:09.39]When you get three dimensions stuffed into two [01:11.22]Then it's off to a school where it's all that he do [01:13.18]Being trained and observed by a capable few [01:15.14]Back in New York five peeps and a dog [01:16.91]In a two bedroom doing menial jobs [01:18.79]Plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod [01:20.99]Distractions free to maraud [01:22.93]I left some years a deer in the light [01:24.70]I left some will to spirit away [01:26.59]I let my fears materialize [01:28.47]I let my skills deteriorate [01:30.05]Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing [01:31.73]A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with an [01:34.70]ID crisis [01:35.79]Nap on the front lawn look up in the sky it's [01:38.65]Shapes falling out of the fringe [01:41.17]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [01:44.75]They will chop you down just to count your rings [01:48.51]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [01:52.16]And there were [01:53.77]Colors pouring out of the fringe [01:56.17]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [01:59.83]They will chop you down just to count your rings [02:03.45]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [02:08.78]Used to paint [02:09.66]Hard to admit that I used to paint [02:11.49]Natural light on a human face [02:13.32]Stenciled fire on his roommates bass [02:15.05]It was blooming addiction [02:15.98]A miss and a push and a pigment [02:17.47]Book like a tattooed pigskin look [02:19.17]Pin head kids intermittent [02:20.71]Drank kool aid from a tube of acrylic [02:22.52]And I grew up in a linseed oil over linen [02:24.36]Joy to the poison voice in the resin [02:26.39]Capture a map of the gesture [02:27.88]Back up add a little accurate fat to the figure [02:30.36]Re do that move that inwards [02:32.26]Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers [02:33.89]Studios drone with allusions of tinctures [02:35.76]Stay tuned for the spooky adventures [02:37.68]You can imagine the stars that align [02:39.46]When a forearm starts foreshortening right [02:41.26]Or a torso hung on a warping spine [02:43.12]Of proportion reads as warm and alive [02:45.11]Routine day with a dirt cheap brush [02:46.82]Then a week goes by and it goes untouched [02:49.12]Then two then three then a month [02:50.62]Then the rest of your life you beat yourself up [02:52.87]I left some seasons eager to fall [02:54.69]I left some work to bury alive [02:56.50]I let my means of being dissolve [02:58.45]I let my person curl up and die [03:00.34]Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing [03:03.11]His privacy aligning with the trials of the anti midas [03:05.79]Nap on the back lawn look up at the sky it's [03:08.64]Shapes falling out of the fringe [03:11.19]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [03:14.79]They will chop you down just to count your rings [03:18.28]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [03:22.14]And there were [03:23.73]Colors pouring out of the fringe [03:26.14]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [03:29.76]They will chop you down just to count your rings [03:33.42]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [03:42.41]I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding where is the truth you promised
RingsLRC滚动歌词
[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com[00:38.71]Used to draw
[00:39.69]Hard to admit that I used to draw
[00:41.56]Portraiture in a human form
[00:43.34]Doodle of a two headed unicorn it was soothing
[00:45.72]Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools
[00:47.85]And a muse from beyond
[00:48.75]Even if it went beautifully wrong
[00:50.17]It was tangible truth for a you'th who refused to belong
[00:52.63]No name nuisance
[00:53.54]Fools in a bedroom
[00:54.40]Oozed in a brand new cuneiform
[00:56.86]Barely commune with the horde
[00:58.00]Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world
[00:59.99]Might zone out to the yap of the magpie
[01:02.32]Unseen hand dragging his graphite
[01:04.12]Cross contour little bit of back light
[01:05.77]Black ink after a bristol to baptize
[01:07.67]You can imagine a rush that ensue
[01:09.39]When you get three dimensions stuffed into two
[01:11.22]Then it's off to a school where it's all that he do
[01:13.18]Being trained and observed by a capable few
[01:15.14]Back in New York five peeps and a dog
[01:16.91]In a two bedroom doing menial jobs
[01:18.79]Plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod
[01:20.99]Distractions free to maraud
[01:22.93]I left some years a deer in the light
[01:24.70]I left some will to spirit away
[01:26.59]I let my fears materialize
[01:28.47]I let my skills deteriorate
[01:30.05]Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing
[01:31.73]A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with an
[01:34.70]ID crisis
[01:35.79]Nap on the front lawn look up in the sky it's
[01:38.65]Shapes falling out of the fringe
[01:41.17]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[01:44.75]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[01:48.51]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[01:52.16]And there were
[01:53.77]Colors pouring out of the fringe
[01:56.17]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[01:59.83]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[02:03.45]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[02:08.78]Used to paint
[02:09.66]Hard to admit that I used to paint
[02:11.49]Natural light on a human face
[02:13.32]Stenciled fire on his roommates bass
[02:15.05]It was blooming addiction
[02:15.98]A miss and a push and a pigment
[02:17.47]Book like a tattooed pigskin look
[02:19.17]Pin head kids intermittent
[02:20.71]Drank kool aid from a tube of acrylic
[02:22.52]And I grew up in a linseed oil over linen
[02:24.36]Joy to the poison voice in the resin
[02:26.39]Capture a map of the gesture
[02:27.88]Back up add a little accurate fat to the figure
[02:30.36]Re do that move that inwards
[02:32.26]Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers
[02:33.89]Studios drone with allusions of tinctures
[02:35.76]Stay tuned for the spooky adventures
[02:37.68]You can imagine the stars that align
[02:39.46]When a forearm starts foreshortening right
[02:41.26]Or a torso hung on a warping spine
[02:43.12]Of proportion reads as warm and alive
[02:45.11]Routine day with a dirt cheap brush
[02:46.82]Then a week goes by and it goes untouched
[02:49.12]Then two then three then a month
[02:50.62]Then the rest of your life you beat yourself up
[02:52.87]I left some seasons eager to fall
[02:54.69]I left some work to bury alive
[02:56.50]I let my means of being dissolve
[02:58.45]I let my person curl up and die
[03:00.34]Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing
[03:03.11]His privacy aligning with the trials of the anti midas
[03:05.79]Nap on the back lawn look up at the sky it's
[03:08.64]Shapes falling out of the fringe
[03:11.19]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[03:14.79]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[03:18.28]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[03:22.14]And there were
[03:23.73]Colors pouring out of the fringe
[03:26.14]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[03:29.76]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[03:33.42]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[03:42.41]I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding where is the truth you promised