Labor (ver 2) by Aesop Rock
this is just an outline of what's going on in the song. he drops out the guitar here and
and the chords gets mixed up throughout. play around with it maybe make some changes.
fun
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Who put the monkey wrench in well oiled perfectionist emblem
Just to watch these monitors spit white noise
through your office space auto made
I infect jolly gene pool dissented cloud clusters
Brushing dust mites off your star born all revolution sound jugglers
Delinquent fan for brick habitat bob, weave, stick, move fence
and pause somewhere in the middle for slick invention
This years brain crop spread spectacular
I ain't mad at chya don't stay mad at the caliber
I twist characters like twist characters
Tally up the alley cat aggression
in this Doug E. Fresh infested mess up baseline lust
An automatic B-boy krylon can't combust circuits
Working these war pig ciphers
with Ted Stryker stability and kamikaze chivalry
I alone noble in a worm food feud
Walking dead generation ain't nobody asking for your patience
Who ranned off but only meet to face the fact
that I knew myself and didn't have to ask nobody else
(Talk about labor) Fantastic planet urchin puting work in
Searching for pertinent verse minus the murderous diversions
Apologies won't lore me to the communal sob story
nor would I sacrifice lifestyle to benefit jury temperament
This whole Green Goblin webcutter butts up against
crayola daydream landscapes spittin bedlam, Dead em
Charge the villagers nickles and nicotine
to watch them fed to one disgruntled crack at the high noon
(We sell popcorn, beer and balloons!)
I got an inkling this gone be the one children bicker over
And start warriors vs. baseball fury element
to glitches mode of sensory development
I am a star really! The big bang bastard's back
with a one way ticket to Beat Street
This all is like relevant to human-kind supply demand ratios, man learn it,
I work past the surface
I work on what I love, I work the service all my burdens
And I work till this here little flat line closes the curtains
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