Rings - Aesop Rock.mp3

[00:00.00]Rings -Aesop Rock
[00:38.710]Used to draw
[00:39.690]Hard to admit that I used to draw
[00:41.560]Portraiture in a human form
[00:43.340]Doodle of a two headed unicorn it was soothing
[00:45.729]Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools
[00:47.858]And a muse from beyond
[00:48.758]Even if it went beautifully wrong
[00:50.178]It was tangible truth for a you'th who refused to belong
[00:52.637]No name nuisance
[00:53.547]Fools in a bedroom
[00:54.407]Oozed in a brand new cuneiform
[00:56.867]Barely commune with the horde
[00:58.07]Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world
[00:59.997]Might zone out to the yap of the magpie
[01:02.326]Unseen hand dragging his graphite
[01:04.125]Cross contour little bit of back light
[01:05.775]Black ink after a bristol to baptize
[01:07.675]You can imagine a rush that ensue
[01:09.395]When you get three dimensions stuffed into two
[01:11.225]Then it's off to a school where it's all that he do
[01:13.185]Being trained and observed by a capable few
[01:15.142]Back in New York five peeps and a dog
[01:16.911]In a two bedroom doing menial jobs
[01:18.791]Plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod
[01:20.991]Distractions free to maraud
[01:22.930]I left some years a deer in the light
[01:24.700]I left some will to spirit away
[01:26.590]I let my fears materialize
[01:28.470]I let my skills deteriorate
[01:30.50]Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing
[01:31.739]A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with an
[01:34.705]ID crisis
[01:35.795]Nap on the front lawn look up in the sky it's
[01:38.654]Shapes falling out of the fringe
[01:41.173]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[01:44.752]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[01:48.511]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[01:52.161]And there were
[01:53.771]Colors pouring out of the fringe
[01:56.171]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[01:59.830]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[02:03.450]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[02:08.789]Used to paint
[02:09.669]Hard to admit that I used to paint
[02:11.499]Natural light on a human face
[02:13.328]Stenciled fire on his roommates bass
[02:15.58]It was blooming addiction
[02:15.987]A miss and a push and a pigment
[02:17.476]Book like a tattooed pigskin look
[02:19.175]Pin head kids intermittent
[02:20.715]Drank kool aid from a tube of acrylic
[02:22.525]And I grew up in a linseed oil over linen
[02:24.365]Joy to the poison voice in the resin
[02:26.395]Capture a map of the gesture
[02:27.885]Back up add a little accurate fat to the figure
[02:30.364]Re do that move that inwards
[02:32.264]Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers
[02:33.893]Studios drone with allusions of tinctures
[02:35.762]Stay tuned for the spooky adventures
[02:37.681]You can imagine the stars that align
[02:39.461]When a forearm starts foreshortening right
[02:41.261]Or a torso hung on a warping spine
[02:43.121]Of proportion reads as warm and alive
[02:45.111]Routine day with a dirt cheap brush
[02:46.829]Then a week goes by and it goes untouched
[02:49.129]Then two then three then a month
[02:50.628]Then the rest of your life you beat yourself up
[02:52.876]I left some seasons eager to fall
[02:54.696]I left some work to bury alive
[02:56.505]I let my means of being dissolve
[02:58.455]I let my person curl up and die
[03:00.345]Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing
[03:03.115]His privacy aligning with the trials of the anti midas
[03:05.794]Nap on the back lawn look up at the sky it's
[03:08.643]Shapes falling out of the fringe
[03:11.193]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[03:14.792]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[03:18.281]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[03:22.141]And there were
[03:23.731]Colors pouring out of the fringe
[03:26.141]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings
[03:29.761]They will chop you down just to count your rings
[03:33.421]Just to count your rings just to count your rings
[03:42.411]I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding where is the truth you promised