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Abandoned Malls (Instrumental)歌词完整版
Abandoned Malls - Aesop Rock/Blockhead
I was staring off into the water
Looking for some undiscovered colors
Like a blue that really wasn't but it wasn't any others
The synesthetic cousin to the hum of his discomfort
I been a punching bag for some truly deluded garbage
Now his handshake is a unicorn his hug a moving target
Dark days either sparing change for the square pegs
Or in his fav chair sipping on bear mace
Tripping through his daymare marathoning monster flicks
Zombie in the stale air logging his Hayashi pics
I been trying to teach your kid to ollie
She got the basic motion and glow when she show her mommy
I get they want the hows
And whens of water cooler powder kegs
That s**t that get your saintly favorites ousted
From the power grid
I know I know some s**t about some s**t
I guess that gotcha gossip simply isn't part of how I live
Skin cold to the touch
Eyes open no pulse
Diagnosis in flux
Traffic in a mad world
Mad world whereupon
Often times the body spits the spirit out and carries on
To engineer some semblance of a normal life yours and mine
Then of course it's normalcy where paranormal's normalized
Normal is a phantom force that levitates the forks and knives
Or otherworldly parasites that quarrel over portion size
Hit the floor and you could be the next
Unfriendly energy to organize
Ordering corpses into the chorus line
Best friends and death beds
Red cents and headwinds vs one man who's ten men
I bubble to the surface legendarily imperfect
Purging Slurpee from a head
That turns incessantly in circles it's concerning
My psychic likes to focus on a orb
And tell me how she sees me coming home
To goldfish on the floor in perpetuity
I been sleeping in my armchair taking weird walks
And speaking to folk who aren't there
Skin cold to the touch
Eyes open no pulse
Diagnosis in flux
The same alleys we used to imagine Babylon
Feel like abandoned malls overgrown with Spanish moss
Commotion froze in time with no sign of your lamb of god
It's a land of the lost scrambling for canned applause
D**nit rip the bandage off rant or panic if you must
Any way you manage it
The plan was always pick the cuffs eventually
Fixtures who were questionably prisoners and ventured out
Now we're never anything but visitors
Spent the winter sitting pretty on a sleigh to hell
Ok to look away if you need to forsake and save yourself
It's underneath what's underneath the dungeon
That layer of dysfunction that ain't for the weak of stomach
I freak an Archeology that reek of repercussion
If you need to pick some pieces up come dig a hole to jump in
Light sleeper I'm a fighter I'm a feeder
Earth wind fire water aether
Skin cold to the touch
Eyes open no pulse
Diagnosis in flux
