Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Night Light, artist - Aesop Rock. Date of issue: 04.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Night Light |
| Night Light suckas. |
| Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation |
| I did invent the wheel, in a previous generation |
| While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement |
| I locate my old halos and pass em out to the pavement |
| Y’all catch a 30-second flash frame |
| Dirty cooperative Neptune bloom head-trip split |
| Fantastic! |
| Fathom the splicing of major league low lifes |
| With anti hero earthworm mentality (Godzilla!) |
| I paste my game to zero all completion |
| See a cretin’s still a cretin even speakin’altered moniker |
| American nightmare lost in the monitor |
| I’ll hold the door open so you can stagger through |
| Then ten berserk and bread cookies in after you |
| It’s the gutter and I spell it with the 'G'I stole from Get the fuck up Noise crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming dumb luck |
| Still I promise temperance storm breed still bleeding Amish |
| See the freaks sucked out the bottom dropped 3 bears and a baby in a cottage |
| And I can’t sleep now |
| Yeah, the police’ll laugh |
| You won’t be laughing when your covered wagons crash |
| You won’t be laughing when you’re hosted by the ghost of Christmas past |
| You won’t be laughing when your blow up doll’s |
| got a headache and won’t give up the ass |
| And I lay my kicks to rest when I’m impressed |
| So I staple-gun them to my feet |
| This origami dream is beautiful: pull the tail watch the wings flap |
| But you really can’t do a thing with that |
| All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day |
| Swallow up the pieces |
| Spit 'em at your species |
| Reachin’the city of lost barnacles and leeches |
| Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening |
| Night (Light) Day (Light) x8 |
| I’m pretty sure I got a pulse. |
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| We Shimmy cross the centerfold, and our night light engulfed |
| Just let me keep the crumbs (Please) |
| With seven deadly stains |
| To hear the plane to crystal conscious |
| The results a dead-beat trying to make a dollar off a bomb threat (OK) |
| Lift me to activism chain activate wild-style Pluto orbit |
| Set a course then push the button |
| I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton |
| I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle |
| Zig zag and zig 'em again before they can pull a badge out |
| But I lash out |
| Another thick installment of one night in Gotham like |
| Houston we have a problem |
| They’re buffing the trains the same days the graffiti writers bomb 'em |
| Who split how many freaks on box cuts of a high road bellow? |
| Heads ripped! |
| Watch red bricks turn yellow |
| I’ll try to meet the wizard |
| But a tailgating tit-man holding an oil can |
| won’t let a hermit crab break in his new shell-toes |
| Life’s not a bitch, life is a beotch |
| who keeps the villagers circling the marketplace |
| out searching for the G-spot |
| Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests |
| Or maybe you’re just an asshole; |
| maybe I’m just an asshole |
| Kiss the speaker wire, seaming swashbuckler or pagan thresh hold |
| Stomach full of diner food |
| Wings span cast black upon views |
| Here to help release the rabbit hounds or pick apart your mood |
| I got this friend of polar nature and it’s all peace |
| When I seek similar stars but can’t sit at the same feast |
| Metal Captain! |
| This cat is asking if I’ve seen his bit of lost passion |
| I told him: Yeah I gave him one last look and smashed him |
| All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day |
| Swallow up the pieces |
| Spit 'em at your species |
| Reachin’the city of lost barnacles and leeches |
| Night-light got me when the daylight went to evening |
| Night (Light) Day (Light). |