Sa ne l’empêche pas d’ouvrir la mauvaise porte de la destinée peut être il était trop gros, tenir a son pantalon c’était trop tenir a sa langue m’ouais ou peut être il buvait trop, alors il a chanter dans le club plus ou moins qu’est t’en a foutre oh lala s’il savait voilà bien qu’il tient ou retient qu’il aime s’étaler mais la préoccupation de ma bouteille quel idée d’être a la page, je pensais a la pêche aux canard quelques part ! 😅 c’est trop injuste qui a dit sa ? sans façons
[Verse 1] It seems I'm only me in sleep Where we meet in dream At the concrete bottom of the brody garage bridge you just jumped from Who would've ever thought art school could be so sickening Wearing a werewolf mask, you tuck your shirt in You said its nice to look like you just stepped out of a movie And sure, you look cinematic Silhouette in the edge of a roof of a car parked Under the orange sun set sky With an empty sketch pad and a werewolf mask We always meet too late after you done did it Put cracks in concrete fifty feet from where I first saw you stand A pack of little birds peck at your flesh and your monster mask As I reach to touch your shoes to track the trail of where you've been [Chorus] The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process The ram's crumpled horn, an empty turtle shell Sunset is an all day process, sunset is an all day process [Verse 2] We seem to be sinking deeper into a vat of honey glaze Shall we live Or shall we laminate ourselves into a standard appetizing position At school, next quarter, all the supply lists Call for Reynold's Wrap and contact paper Report covers and lacquer am I here to something something Or start a dead butterfly collection William Howard Taft is appalled that as an artist I wouldn't want to overindulge in a set of Highly toxic and rare natural pigments Or beautiful paper to waste the rainforests with But friends, we no longer rave for glitzy masters Who paint gold leaf holy babies at the backs of cathedrals And that's a fact Jack
Alors je vis un ange debout dans le soleil. Il cria d'une voix forte à tous les oiseaux qui volaient au zénith : Venez, rassemblez vous pour le grand festin de Dieu, pour manger la chair des rois, la chair des chefs, la chair des puissants, la chair des chevaux et ceux qui les montent, la chair de tous les hommes, libres et esclaves, petits et grands. Et je vis la bête, les rois de la terre et leurs armées, rassemblés pour combattre le cavalier et son armée. La bête fut capturée, et avec elle le faux prophète qui, par les prodiges opérés devant elle, avait séduit ceux qui avaient reçu la marque de la bête et adoré son image. Tous deux furent jetés vivants dans l'étang de feu et de soufre. Les autres périrent par le glaive qui sortait de la bouche du cavalier, et tous les oiseaux se rassasièrent de leurs chairs Apocalypse 19:17-21
I heard once that Aesop Rock is actually a time traveller who’s travelled back to warn us of things to come, but has to encrypt his messages in poetry so only the wise and knowledgable may receive them; in order to take the right actions for change to happen.
Просто и со вкусом. Услышал многие годы назад, музыка за это время не потеряла свою изюминку. Слушая, возвращаюсь в тот прекрасный летний день, солнце, прошёл дождь, свежесть, время ближе к вечеру, уверенный взгляд в будущее.
[Verse 1] You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions Paragon Pendragon tactician on free-form That uncomfortable, silenced pride of combat cliques That unexpected zephyr, the cyclone shifts Worked up, you're shooken. Jutted to the side I stagger this vagabond wandering minstrel forms your phobia Worst fear. The terror-stricken muted The roots of all evil I've rooted pinnacle Poised with pride pouncing to break your stride, forsaken Agony rides inside the heartache wretched condition My intuition felt you slip up You tripped alone what are you aiming for? Or the useless tries to classify your genus, distorted fetus Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the malediction Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under pressure Dowsed with scenes of slaughter suspension Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study intensive My square drops to erase your lines like Tetris Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement Two sticks to burn basics that lie adjacent to my placement On the game board, lunge forward and wind up impaled by the same sword Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag Tattered rag shielding the exterior inferior Stall face to face with a forms that force your downfall Admittedly suspicious of your cadence, your network's on hiatus Permanent, provoked and choked upon the potency The peril be the penetrating agent pierce the insights Why the cold sweats at midnight? Why the dim light? Why are we staring at a truth from the inside? Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down? Like why'd I put my foot down stomp your city A-E-S-O-P scoping through the myrth, opening minds behind the smirks [Chorus] Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Babbling brooks with babbling crooks Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Shallow pools full of shallow fools [Verse 2] I've seen misery, I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins Ironclad oracle test recon unit disperse silently Over confidence leads to irony Plot twist foolhardy Icarus shifted in facets of my form Forbidden aspects of the swarm a thorn upon your side A storm upon the rise, Adam, ire crush come brush upon the red zone Crook you're shook you started poorly Your powers parted pace uncharted territory Disoriented malicious bar you'll burn your bridges This craft requires first drafts Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis perimeter Hunting by night compute, twenty one mic salute One life polluted, concerned muffle moans From the nine rings of Donnie's hell burn you in your slumber Sleepwalk then pulled under now Whipping through the willows is the warden of this garden Slipping through the silhouetted skylines Aesop sidewinds jaded Don't wind up war painted into the jungle the solution's not intrusion The starving institution broke your mainframe I pose the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless? While I comb the crowd for clues your naivety hands be my purpose Our planet is the pivotal point In which this network slowly turns to filter kicks We out-box the berserk bewildered by the wilderness My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through underbrush Touch fools that duel with a dominant The evil-minded tried to triple six me but he missed me Intervene; emcees appear as red blips on my color radar screen [Chorus] Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Babbling brooks for babbling crooks Only in my sweetest dreams do my streams lack troubled waters Shallow pools full of shallow fools
