Fascination lyrics

Artist  : Aesop Rock 
Song : Fascination



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Shooken to Casper. Illustrate beautiful disaster.
Flight of the mothership lift to badger the
male-factor. Marionette vs. the threat of wire
cutter function. Stereotypical grinch bashing
your pumpkins. Plug. Try to count up your warrior
hatchling batch before gestation segment ended and
head a platoon of embryonic remnants to the game
board. Release Japanese beetle swarm to counter
the spread of bitch crops, demolish the harvest
and herd colony out immediate. One massive
attack. Hunted, confronted and gutted. Most
pungent component cloned in outrageous bunches.
From the grimacing faces to the knots in my
shoelaces, I'm a show you all the phases of a
fuck up. Plucking the petals but every rose had
its thorn. Consider that first warning, second
will be good times, laughs and epitaphs. As a
matter of basic principle next I set my boat a
sail. I won't always be there for your tugging on
my coat tails. Family stuck. Voyage of the S.S.
Martyr. Who you think put that unseen iceberg in
the water? Manufacture flotsam and jetsam from
out your charter. We got the once pushovers
pushing back a little harder now, blink. I think
I can. I got grips. Muckraker major spin circles
'round sunken ships.  Walk an invisible city of
lost clans and he's jealous cuz my silhouette had
more dimensions than his game plans.



CHORUS

Fascination. Fascination. And everything I do I'm
fascinated with, That's why I pass the hated
wasteland with a grin, cuz in the end I got my
passions while you splash in a puddle of trying
to pick apart the puzzle. Fascination.
Fascination. And everything I do I'm fascinated
with. That's why I pass the jaded grips of
competitors who initiate disturance with a smirk,
cuz I feel I got direction in my work.



And everything I touch magnificent. Picking apart
a drunken township. Sitting in the rain rusting
the nails my crown's bound with. If I had an
anchor I would lay it in the dirt and mark today
the day the earth stood still while I complete my
search. You honor delusions and falsified life
comfort systems as boy in the bubble huddled up
to simple simon subtle. Born tomahawk. Shock the
peanut gallery loopy. Debate the cutesy, groupie,
cupie doll community. And I'm hung in a virtual
skin and bones emaciated ringworm circus freak
bloodthirsty intern trainee urchin feast with a
delectable style compiled of that which stands to
buff a child's yellow brick vision of slick
living. I observe the stories from my fire escape
observatory. First I herd the glory, then desert
the herbs that word it poorly, understood? Well,
maybe a pat on the back for the lucky losers who
truly felt they were born to touch the music. I
catalog cats as welcome mats, and for the ones
insisting on dimming the stars I wipe my
snearkers extra hard. I wish upon a penny toss
that every servant will betray his gatekeeper and
leap to reap the freedom fighter mad galaxy. Huff
the war gas vapors and cram hard for tomorrow.
Brother, I own twice my wiehgt in patience. Be it
padded cubicle or beautiful tomb, I'll be
listening 'til you whistling that more suitable
tune.