Garbage Songtext
von Aesop Rock

The ritual goes, same window different visual

Wing of wax? Or wing of gold leaf?
Choose one
Float or plummet 20 thousand cold legues
My nourishment′s provided in the summer
So then I wonder
How y'all chasin′ dreams when what's tangible still outruns ya

Hail dirty doll immaculate performance
Warm as the march of a billion torches forward to burn what I born in
Cut and paste alertness to current settings, provided quick
Shimmy the pirate ship mass, spot the island, sound the siren

And about face
Let's salute the embrace pertinent generals
Who turned innocent hermits to burning spectacles
Flirtin′ with a serpent workin′ overtime, drain the battery
Siphon the poison and flood his majesty's hatchery


I was riding on the yellow bus to where the brush thickens (Yeah)
And it ain′t exactly plush pickings
I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I′ve ever crossed beneath the sun
Than live my life knowin' you may one day follow me over one

Snake bite
Breath too heavy to hold
Caught up in the wake of the red witch tryin′ to swim it
Ran for the sake of dead click, stripped of idealic image
Steal a sloppy earth meal
Feed my pottery wheel to model collossal vision

Thrill, shrunken with a bucket of pennies
I'ma drag my sneakers through the dirt like alligator bellies
Til the cloud burst
Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap
Little drummer boy vs. thunderclap

In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand

In a city of garbage, tryin′ to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand


You don′t know enigma
An attempt to bury the hatchet
Rendered me victim of deviltry
Plus wounded like stigmatics
Somethin's huffing hazardous
I smell an inch of differnce
An this mornin′s pollution pistons
And how the loose ends drifted

My sour patch institutions slipped in admidst the invaders
And pardon my tone
But this garden's grown fucken′ acres since my visit
Itchin' to count the layers in the blizzard
Til chapter where my family inserts the dagger and twists it

It′s the carnival, have you any sweets for my weary kin
It's the carnival, have you any feed for my cheery grin
It's the carnival, welcome, play our games you′ll never win
Cause it′s that carnival where every freak show spectacles your friend

And I'm a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloudy seas
Anti-freeze to glacier cookin′ a look of fiery nature
It's the ceiling feeling too heavy to bless the high beams
For a fraction more, collapsed and left ′I'm sorry′ tacked to your door

Pictchin' my back to hell's kitchen
Back burner murder machinery
Released regardless of the pardons
Hitchin′ my life to the leash of one minstrel
Sick of same window, different visual
Same agnostic hostage, different ritual

Plague
Coopertive super colony clash
I heard we have a dust collection, lemme see it
Oh, I duel this underdog vs. forced adaption to the marbles of the now
Since then, my knuckles haven′t once dragged on the ground

In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand

In a city of garbage, tryin′ to reap the harvest
Adaption is the trap in which the artist meets the forest
Swing your little axe or be an oak tree if you can
Either way, adapt to circumstance or play you final hand

The ritual goes, same window different visual
The ritual goes, same window different visual
The ritual goes, same window different visual
The ritual goes, same window different visual

The ritual goes, same window different visual
The ritual goes, same window different visual
The ritual goes, same window different visual
The ritual is same fucken' window different visual