Aesop Rock Fascination Lyrics

Fascination Lyrics



Shooken to Casper. Illustrate beautiful disaster. Flight of the mothership lift
to badger the male-factor. Marionette vs. the threat of wire cutter function.
Stereotypical grinch bashing your pumpkins. Plug. Try to count up your warrior
hatchling batch before gestation segment ended and head a platoon of embryonic
remnants to the game board. Release Japanese beetle swarm to counter the spread
of bitch crops, demolish the harvest and herd colony out immediate. One massive
attack. Hunted, confronted and gutted. Most pungent component cloned in
outrageous bunches. From the grimacing faces to the knots in my shoelaces, I'm
a show you all the phases of a fuck up. Plucking the petals but every rose had
its thorn. Consider that first warning, second will be good times, laughs and
epitaphs. As a matter of basic principle next I set my boat a sail. I won't
always be there for your tugging on my coat tails. Family stuck. Voyage of the
S.S. Martyr. Who you think put that unseen iceberg in the water? Manufacture
flotsam and jetsam from out your charter. We got the once pushovers pushing
back a little harder now, blink. I think I can. I got grips. Muckraker major
spin circles 'round sunken ships.  Walk an invisible city of lost clans and
he's jealous cuz my silhouette had more dimensions than his game plans.



CHORUS

Fascination. Fascination. And everything I do I'm fascinated with, That's why I
pass the hated wasteland with a grin, cuz in the end I got my passions while you
splash in a puddle of trying to pick apart the puzzle. Fascination. Fascination.
And everything I do I'm fascinated with. That's why I pass the jaded grips of
competitors who initiate disturance with a smirk, cuz I feel I got direction in
my work.



And everything I touch magnificent. Picking apart a drunken township. Sitting
in the rain rusting the nails my crown's bound with. If I had an anchor I would
lay it in the dirt and mark today the day the earth stood still while I complete
my search. You honor delusions and falsified life comfort systems as boy in the
bubble huddled up to simple simon subtle. Born tomahawk. Shock the peanut
gallery loopy. Debate the cutesy, groupie, cupie doll community. And I'm hung
in a virtual skin and bones emaciated ringworm circus freak bloodthirsty intern
trainee urchin feast with a delectable style compiled of that which stands to
buff a child's yellow brick vision of slick living. I observe the stories from
my fire escape observatory. First I herd the glory, then desert the herbs that
word it poorly, understood? Well, maybe a pat on the back for the lucky losers
who truly felt they were born to touch the music. I catalog cats as welcome
mats, and for the ones insisting on dimming the stars I wipe my snearkers extra
hard. I wish upon a penny toss that every servant will betray his gatekeeper and
leap to reap the freedom fighter mad galaxy. Huff the war gas vapors and cram
hard for tomorrow. Brother, I own twice my wiehgt in patience. Be it padded
cubicle or beautiful tomb, I'll be listening 'til you whistling that more
suitable tune.