[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Bavitz/Michael Eagle
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Bavitz/Michael Eagle
[00:21.926]Plate-spinner off a late dinner
[00:23.694]One fallen plate away from a date with the plague bringer
[00:26.953]One away from drugged-up in a cage
[00:28.885]Or all the fun in the world succumb to sudden malaise
[00:31.788]When his ship come in, what a run-in
[00:33.653]Rudder bugging, sail sliced up, somebody, "Would you mind if i cut-in'd"
[00:37.914]I would've in the young, wild and stubborn
[00:39.789]But, honestly the current version might invite the upend
[00:42.830]Auburn sky with multiple suns comp'd in
[00:45.585]The rising and setting, steady referencing John Venn
[00:47.964]Assembling these momentary overlapping super suns
[00:50.788]Beautiful, but lumens ain't some renewable two for one to fool with
[00:54.100]Fire with fire is not a great fight
[00:56.638]Fire and fire is on the same side
[00:58.947]A lotta history there, a couple novas even
[01:01.089]Hard to see a closed circle in the throes of open season, but
[01:04.005]Don't look down
[01:04.936]So be it
[01:09.253]Come sit still
[01:14.573]Let things fall
[01:25.617]Cro mag at the park with a bag of birdseed
[01:28.255]Stolen hand-warmers, flag of world peace
[01:30.574]Street Roots word puzzle crusher, on commercial feed
[01:33.355]Circumvent the tall man, searching for eternal peace
[01:36.048]Nervous from the service, it make him the perfect worker bee
[01:38.539]To what end? To what even is biodiversity?
[01:41.122]I mean, four walls, all hours, no change of clothes
[01:44.423]Low waterline, dry whole grain oats
[01:46.835]Whole worth wrapped in what you can make with your bare hands
[01:49.645]When sitting independent of the greater square dance
[01:52.285]And whether after all the smoke clear and flares vanish
[01:54.753]It can actually make another's arm hair stand
[01:57.836]Well, can it? Soul Blade or Old Maid
[01:59.970]I'm somewhere in the middle, pretty fizzled on the whole charade
[02:03.051]Still mixing up the stolen with the homemade
[02:05.441]Rapping for my life, and being difficult to locate
[02:07.951]Don't look down
[02:09.817]So be it
[02:13.214]Come sit still
[02:18.476]Let things fall
[02:29.631]On his second Arabica, hecka hackles up
[02:32.076]Edging outta latency, take me to the miraculum
[02:34.676]Backing off the b-team, blacking out name tags
[02:37.505]Never name a rabbit you apprehend for the game-bag
[02:40.076]Rabbit after rabbit, I'm backlogged
[02:41.938]I'm bag over shoulder, handing rabbits out to pack dogs
[02:44.788]Santa Claus, unbowed, running from the un-fun
[02:48.131]Get about as far as the bodega and my lungs are done
[02:51.702]Did the same shit yesterday
[02:53.718]And the day before, oh, for heaven's sake
[02:56.220]You can't just coach someone to "go out there and resonate"
[02:58.839]You go out there hoping the residents already ate
[03:01.311]Revenant, flare gun, life straw, tinder-sticks
[03:04.092]Headed for the leopard's mouth, who let him out? He isn't chipped
[03:07.244]They shoulda never let him out the chrysalis
[03:09.231]Shit, if it's really wilderness on wilderness on wilderness
[03:12.010]Don't look down
[03:13.848]So be it
[03:17.345]Come sit still
[03:22.473]Let things fall

作词 : Ian Bavitz/Michael Eagle
作曲 : Ian Bavitz/Michael Eagle
Plate-spinner off a late dinner
One fallen plate away from a date with the plague bringer
One away from drugged-up in a cage
Or all the fun in the world succumb to sudden malaise
When his ship come in, what a run-in
Rudder bugging, sail sliced up, somebody, "Would you mind if i cut-in'd"
I would've in the young, wild and stubborn
But, honestly the current version might invite the upend
Auburn sky with multiple suns comp'd in
The rising and setting, steady referencing John Venn
Assembling these momentary overlapping super suns
Beautiful, but lumens ain't some renewable two for one to fool with
Fire with fire is not a great fight
Fire and fire is on the same side
A lotta history there, a couple novas even
Hard to see a closed circle in the throes of open season, but
Don't look down
So be it
Come sit still
Let things fall
Cro mag at the park with a bag of birdseed
Stolen hand-warmers, flag of world peace
Street Roots word puzzle crusher, on commercial feed
Circumvent the tall man, searching for eternal peace
Nervous from the service, it make him the perfect worker bee
To what end? To what even is biodiversity?
I mean, four walls, all hours, no change of clothes
Low waterline, dry whole grain oats
Whole worth wrapped in what you can make with your bare hands
When sitting independent of the greater square dance
And whether after all the smoke clear and flares vanish
It can actually make another's arm hair stand
Well, can it? Soul Blade or Old Maid
I'm somewhere in the middle, pretty fizzled on the whole charade
Still mixing up the stolen with the homemade
Rapping for my life, and being difficult to locate
Don't look down
So be it
Come sit still
Let things fall
On his second Arabica, hecka hackles up
Edging outta latency, take me to the miraculum
Backing off the b-team, blacking out name tags
Never name a rabbit you apprehend for the game-bag
Rabbit after rabbit, I'm backlogged
I'm bag over shoulder, handing rabbits out to pack dogs
Santa Claus, unbowed, running from the un-fun
Get about as far as the bodega and my lungs are done
Did the same shit yesterday
And the day before, oh, for heaven's sake
You can't just coach someone to "go out there and resonate"
You go out there hoping the residents already ate
Revenant, flare gun, life straw, tinder-sticks
Headed for the leopard's mouth, who let him out? He isn't chipped
They shoulda never let him out the chrysalis
Shit, if it's really wilderness on wilderness on wilderness
Don't look down
So be it
Come sit still
Let things fall