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Aesop Rock - Full House Pinball (Official Video)

LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/IHIAMTT MUSIC/MERCH: https://AesopRock.com Video Credits: Illustrated and animated by Justin “Coro” Kaufman Audio Credits: Produced, written & performed by Aesop Rock. Cuts by Forest Pond. Mixed by Joey Raia. Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, NYC. Project coordinated by K. Beacham, E. Williams, A. Everson & J. Daley. Executive produced by I. Bavitz, S. Daley & B. Sayers. Lyrics: I was on a cloud, cherubs brushing my hair For several hours, you were on the ground, punching the air I’m a live one if infinitely under repair Some people call me Aes Rock, some “is somebody there?” Shh, Somebody’s not, and it’s more than a passive vacancy It’s less than zero people stealing baguettes out the bakery Witness like, “Who wasn’t that?” In route to prove a negative And losing, trying to enter antimatter into evidence Break for expletives, back in holy country Where the neighbors cat is missing and no coyote is hungry And every lizard leapin’, I’m every bit indecent Aiming for whoever presently king of the tetrahedron The funny part is who would even want to sit up there Throne shmone, I’m home in a Herman Miller chair Working, hunched over something, blowing smoke, Kirby on his lap purrin Cervical spine chirping, chills It’s perfect, certain as the plaid shirt tag reads Kirkland I walk around late, cross a bridge and cross a bridge back Never passed a quiz for a bridge troll’s trick bag Even if he offers 3 guesses I appreciate the interest but will not be taking questions I will be taking any route I want including dead ends To any place I want including all the many heavens, but It’s a mess out here, I heard it’s a mess there too Remember, when the smoke starts blowing, and your eyes start stinging And your throat starts closing, what a little fresh air can do By the first red sliver of daystar Somebody went and freed a couple chickens in the graveyard Weird flex, but I like a weird flex Like an odd duck who adheres to a spirit quest Per se, fish swim in circles where he curdles Dogs purr, birds fly inverted Perps turn to serpents, but the waves are yay high The surf is way up, and ocean water ain’t sustain the grapevine Get barreled get spat through space-time Beached where you dress strange, different plane and date line Before the stop, stare, and questionnaire Bitch, I dress like a Rocket Man everywhere Pops had a pinball machine from the 60s I can still hear it ringing when I’m pinging off epiphanies Ping! Ping! Ping! There go the king of zing Who made it up the precipice and never kissed a pinky ring Repel thru a skylight once a week, or feel like I’m someone I don’t wanna be I used to party with animatronic Chuck E. Cheese Any celebrities I met since then were fucking weeeeaak The door knocker talks, might make you solve a riddle before you bother the boss Y’all get off my lawn it’s a Bob Ross And no eye contact with the shop dogs It’s a mess out here, I heard it’s a mess there too Remember, when the smoke starts blowing, and your eyes start stinging And your throat starts closing, what a little fresh air can do