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| Aesop Rock-Drawbridge Feat. Dose One |
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These lyrics might be incorrect since this
song is so crazy. This song is from Aesop
Rock's album Float.
INTRO
This is not your ordinary ballad with a
perfect little bow around the middle and a
black knight on a white horse or a white
knight on a black horse. It's got all these
tired parts where we don't even sing and
random princess raise the drawbridge we don't
serve your kind. It ends where it begins and
the beginning isn't pretty, can't forget that
not-so-perfect bow around the middle and it
goes a little something like this.
A.R. - Moon walking a broken sould pedigree
incessant. Gut the cruddy frame. The zealouts
enveloped inside the belly of the blame.
Cutthroat's the result of pulp joke soaked in
poacher constants, and not a jewel amidst
coal wander prominent. Honor. I barter silk
worms by the bucket like starter kits. Sew
your first martyr stitch. Join damaged
mammoth brigader caper. Nurse the tantrum
with a fantasy chaser. I keep a spare wing
strapped to my fuses in case the hackers
snatch the plumage.
D.O. - So you mean these things are worth
money now drifting off this is the who you
calling homeless mighty fearful twisted and
tonight I got front row tickets to the dead
concert and your in it, Ichabod. Running out
of morals for my allegory...Moseying and my
kind of people will sell only circles... with
my eyes patched in a not so new universe so I
beckon and bray but my pretty bird just ain't
muting the many...
A.R. - Oh it'll be soon. Balloon immune to
doom blend. I ain't ditchin' the kitchen 'til
every spoon bends. A Glance among tomorrow's
sorry looking lot of hopefuls was the rain
dance my little flint never dreamed would
flutter potable. I sanitize nothing for the
sake of contemporary taste, contemporary
taste made my lip drop in the first place.
Incoming. You wanna be a czar? Idolize fallen
heroics, recognize root of the worship,
search and hold it. Who put the fun in
dysfunctional? I, prodigal son combustible.
Donkey punchin' pinholes in uncomfortable Zen
conjunctionals for good. The bear cubs slob a
goblet of dirt wine. I nurse a sincle
appreciation of introvert serpentine.
D.O. - A sunset with out a scrape of red and
plastic bag noise sunk down around his head
sick. Sick sick... Stealing a peak... There's
sickness in the roofer's eyes and his alone
and nothing terrible happened to the bag...
Wrongs spilled off in and brought out on the
clouds the hiss cut's out spills its voice
into me and the window full of star is fresh
kept from where I'm going or the other only
other way art.
A.R. - I got charcoals in my heart, I got
charcoals in my heart, I got charcoals by the
armfuls that burn my armor apart.
D.O. - And before when I said, "Shut the fuck
up, it's none of your business," that was to
be in vein... Be sure to lock that up when
you're all finished... Finished yet? Uhh...
Well, you see, I usually finish this number
with... my skull open.
A.R. - Everybody rally 'round the novel
burner, spit, murder the matches where the
junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade
passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me
like 'oh captain my captain, not considering
maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments.
D.O. - "Button button, who's got the button?"
Take my name... please... leaks the little
gentle man made of lightning inside my
lockbox... Oh you like to help with coats...
Wait until you see what I got in this here
locket
OUTRO
A.R. - Everybody rally 'round the novel
burner, spit, murder the matches where the
junkies trade diseases and the gullible trade
passions. Now the masses wanna lean on me
like 'oh captain my captain, not considering
maybe this orphan hosts morbid attachments.
D.O. - "Button button, who's got the button?"
Take my name... please... leaks the little
gentle man made of lightning inside my
lockbox... Oh you like to help with coats...
Wait until you see what I got in this here
locket
OUTRO
Tags : Aesop Rock Dose One Drawbridge Float |
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Affichage : 5564
Durée : 285 s |
| Silent Hill 1 Cutscenes - 18 - Lower Drawbridge |
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Harry lowers the drawbridge to get to the
other side of silent Hill.
This is being played on a high quality PSX
emulator with a PS3 controller.
I am recording a collection of the game's
cutscenes.
By Fungo of Silent Hill Media.
http://www.shm.silenthillfever.com
Tags : silent hill cutscene video movie |
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Affichage : 3652
Durée : 13 s |
| Aesop Rock- Drawbridge ft. Dose One |
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Lyrics to Drawbridge :
(feat. Dose One)
[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man on a black horse
It's got all these tired parts where
We don't even sing at random
Princess, raise the drawbridge
We don't serve your kind
It ends where it begins
And the beginning isn't pretty
Can't forget that not-so-perfect
Bow around the middle ('round the middle,
'round the middle...)
Har-bour (???) [said like har-bow?]
And it goes a little something like this..
[Aesop Rock]
New walk in a broken sole (???), pedigree
incessant
Got (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frame
The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the
blame
Cut-throats the result of pope jokes soaked
in poacher constants
And now the jewel emits cold, wander
prominent.. honour (honour)
I bought up silkworms by the bucket like
starter kits
So you first bought a stitch
Joined damaged mammoth brigading caper
Nurse the tantrum with a fantasy chaser
I keep the spare wings strapped to my fuses
In case the hackers snatch the plumage
[Dose One]
So you mean these things are worth money
Now drifting off
This is the who-you-calling-homeless
Mock me fearful
Twisted ???? ???? and I got front row seats
at the d-d-d-d-dead concert
And you're in it, Ichabod (???)
Running out of most (???) from the Alamo
(???) we're moseying
My kind of people ???? ???? ???? ????
moseying (???)
With my eyes patched ???? ???? ???? universe
So I back it and gave my verdict (???) ????
???? ???? ????
[Aesop Rock]
Oh it'll be soon (real soon)
???? ???? immune to doom blends
I eat ditch (???) in the kitchen 'til every
spoon bends
A glance along tomorrow, sorry
Looking not at hopefuls (???), where's the
raindance
My little flint never dreamed would flood
unpotable
See I sanitize nothing for the sake of
contemporary taste
Contemporary taste made my lip drop in the
first place (incoming)
Hmm, yo why not be a czar, analyze fallen
heroics
Recognize root of the worship, search and
hold it
Who put the fun in dysfunctional? I..
Chronicle sun combustible, donkey-punching
pinholes
In uncomfortables and conjunctionals for good
(good)
Dr-rink up, slop a goblet of dirt wine (???),
I nurse a single application of introvert,
serpentine
[Dose One]
Now a sunset without a scrape of red
an-an-and plastic bag
Now sunk around his head (???)
sick-sick-sick-sick... (???)
???? ???? ????
The sickness likeness in the roofer's eyes
and his alone
And nothing terrible happened to the bag
???? ???? ???? ???? ????...
And brought on out...
And clouds...
The hiss cuts out... (???)
Suppose it's noise...
And the piano...
And the window frrraame... (???)
Sky and dirt that's fresh... kept
From where I'm going... holy other
Holy other, holy other, holy other...
[Aesop Rock]
B-B-B-B-B-But
I've got charcoals in my heart, I've got
charcoals in my heart
I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn
my armor apart
I've got charcoals in my heart, but I've got
charcoals in my heart
I've got charcoals by the armfuls that burn
my armor apart
[Dose One]
And before, when I said 'Shut the fuck up,
it's none of your business'
That was to be in vain
You shoulda locked that up when you're all
finished
Finished yet? Now uhm...
I usually finish this number with uh... my
skull up (???)
[Aesop Rock]
Everybody rally around the novel burners,
spit, murder the matches
Where the junkies trade diseases and the
gullible trade passions
Then the masses wanna lean on me like 'O
Captain, my Captain'
Not considering maybe this oarman hosts orbit
attachments...
[Dose One]
Button, button, who's got the button (???)
Take my name, please...
Button, button, who's got the button (???)
Leaks the little checker-men made out of
lightning in my ????
Oh, you like to help with goats (?!?) see
what I got in this here locket
[Aesop Rock and Dose One]
This is not your ordinary ballad
With a perfect little bow around the middle
And a black man on a white horse
Or a white man on a black horse
And I can't forget the not-so-perfect bow
around the middle
Har-bour (???)
Tags : Aesop Rock Underground Independent Dose One hip-hop |
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Durée : 285 s |
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