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AESOP ROCK lyrics - Skelethon

Cycles To Gehenna

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Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump Post-meridian pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale horse painted gunmetal black Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37 2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 buses Fireproof and festive Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign Knows no zen in the art of maintenance Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth [x3] The man-ape translates glam thru the visor Goes in water lilies Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray Crammed in a one-player campaign Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain Span where the praying hands mandate Bars an extension of the arms They're mutating instead of being farmed Tonight beneath a marmalade Venus Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus All cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decoupaged suicide flooring And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie The scarf thank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief Outside what our fundamental sciences teach, every other mighty lion asleep Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth [x3] It was less an act of hubris More a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer I crowbar into the pecking order The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers Hug a double yellow spine Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope Those little fuckers run on passion alone This is the product of a D.I.Y. inadequate home Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome Traffic amassed against insufferable odds Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil P.S. I wrote this on a self destructing memo

Nocturnal Supremacy

CRADLE OF FILTH
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet's serenade Her name a whisper 'pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes I will crush them all If this holds thy delight Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite

Woman Be My Country

Johnny Clegg
Here we stand on the edge of the day Faces melting in the african rain So many seasons of silent war So many drowned before they reached the shore Nothing is clear to me any more in this sad and strange landscape I've got no defense, I've got no attack I can't leave, I can't stay and I've got no way back Hard to deal with the way things have been I can't lie but the truth is so extreme Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Hide me deep inside your borders in these dark and troubled times Remember me my innocence before I drowned in the sea of lies Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Too many seasons of quiet rage Too many young people just wasted away Too many futures hanging in the balance Too much owing nothing left to pay A lonely flag flutters in the breeze for the hardened hearts who still want to believe Am I the witness or am I the crime A victim of history or just a sign of the times Across my heart questions and shadows still fly But in the dead of the night I know where the answer lies Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine I have no flag, I sing no anthem, I no longer carry an armalite Bathe me in you sweet rivers, anoint me with your touch and your smile To your colours I give my allegiance, I lay it on the line Ngikhathele ngifile wena weqat' izwe (I am dead tired of you who causes friction in the land) Ngikhathele ngifile zindaba zakho (I am dead tired of you, and your matters) Yash' imizi yobada (The homes of my fathers are burning) Chorus

Woman Be My Country

Johnny Clegg Savuka "Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World"
Here we stand on the edge of the day Faces melting in the african rain So many seasons of silent war So many drowned before they reached the shore Nothing is clear to me any more in this sad and strange landscape I've got no defense, I've got no attack I can't leave, I can't stay and I've got no way back Hard to deal with the way things have been I can't lie but the truth is so extreme Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Hide me deep inside your borders in these dark and troubled times Remember me my innocence before I drowned in the sea of lies Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine Too many seasons of quiet rage Too many young people just wasted away Too many futures hanging in the balance Too much owing nothing left to pay A lonely flag flutters in the breeze for the hardened hearts who still want to believe Am I the witness or am I the crime A victim of history or just a sign of the times Across my heart questions and shadows still fly But in the dead of the night I know where the answer lies Chorus: Woman be my country, 'till my country can be mine I have no flag, I sing no anthem, I no longer carry an armalite Bathe me in you sweet rivers, anoint me with your touch and your smile To your colours I give my allegiance, I lay it on the line Ngikhathele ngifile wena weqat' izwe (I am dead tired of you who causes friction in the land) Ngikhathele ngifile zindaba zakho (I am dead tired of you, and your matters) Yash' imizi yobada (The homes of my fathers are burning) Chorus

Indian Sunset

ELTON JOHN "Madman Across The Water"
As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted teepee Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving This I can't believe I said, I can't believe our warlord's dead Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild To run the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine And now you ask that I should watch The red man's race be slowly crushed What kind of words are these to hear From Yellow Dog whom white man fears I take only what is mine Lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child I can't stay to see you die along with my tribe's pride I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands I heard from passing renegades Geronimo was dead He'd been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead Now there seems no reason why I should carry on In this land that once was my land I can't find a home It's lonely and it's quiet and the horse soldiers are coming And I think it's time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running For soon I'll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones Where the buffaloes graze in clover fields without the sound of guns And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole

Trelawny Lawn

T-Rex "A Beard Of Stars"
The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn Is a beast of borrowed wisdom Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field The prophet deems snow. The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth Laments the dawn Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat Is but a pawn. 0 sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet The bullfinch rumbles The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay The unicorn bids you stay.

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