Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1,000 Deaths , by - Aesop Rock. Release date: 18.10.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1,000 Deaths |
| I saw the rod-eye cross and murder circle above my turret |
| Slither spiraling banister down a hide |
| My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the market thieves |
| Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids |
| Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges |
| Piss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuits |
| Oooh child, raises oddity, son of a circus side show freak |
| Pertinent to the slide show, the wino’s leak but I won’t speak |
| Infected projection hung thicken the air |
| Punching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringes |
| Pucker another 60-second lapse while 60 stars collapse the suckers |
| And I’m reborn every time the wine metamorphs back to water, my god |
| Sweet Christ crucify me with rail road spikes |
| Use my skull to bash them all in, gather sit and grin, weave |
| All fair the most serene communication’s pageant |
| Where sitting with a stranger and living awards the badges |
| I spell Marry with my name stitched on my heritage |
| Incinerate arrogant simpletons to feed my cherished wind |
| Buried in leagues a please, thank you, pardon, excuse me Your welcome, may I? |
| ohh, I’d like to nod but no you may not |
| Let’s take a deep breath, naw let’s take a breath |
| Naw let’s take, naw let’s aaah shit, well I guess that about says it Maybe I’ll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle upstream |
| Where the luck seems to reflect precious lovely interventions |
| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours |
| For kicking your fantasies overboard |
| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion |
| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |
| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs |
| For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs |
| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion |
| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |
| Verse Two: |
| You ever died a thousand deaths? |
| I have |
| And in the morrow stood a thousand steps from where my nourish laughed |
| And made a boat at, nomad, I roam in a social coma |
| Jones and behome alone days sink how my poems I Dig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley systems |
| Thereby painting the perfect metaphor for hung juries |
| Strung along a song of spawning thorns of fury |
| Numb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this worries me Carpet by my spearheading fink-eye beretta |
| Walk my line, now what? |
| Now strut that little poison combine |
| Y’all call natural, in honesty promise me twenty thousand salami links |
| And dive and finding my thriving ivy leaves climbing up the pit fall |
| Lack of most lords aboard, heroes unsung heroes unbrung rewards |
| Yo if I flutter in a trouble clutch then I dance fancy forward |
| Like park children double dutching ropes in burning city summers |
| My wing span can and will employ full expansion |
| Unfolding while lamping at home with my hands spanning for gold |
| Told them the roof was on fire, when that structure burned to ashes |
| All y’all saw was Aesop Rock holding an empty book of matches |
| Maybe I’ll sit until the spilling motors clear |
| Maybe I’ll sit and stroke my billie goat beard |
| And rethink the time angels appear, maybe I won’t |
| Bundled in my humble little plummet |
| Numb enough to die those thousand deaths under the sun it makes me sick |
| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours |
| For kicking your fantasies overboard |
| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion |
| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |
| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs |
| For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs |
| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion |
| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |
| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yours |
| For kicking your fantasies overboard |
| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion |
| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |
| I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirs |
| For breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairs |
| I mean I’m only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversion |
| And if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed |