Button Masher - Aesop Rock.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Aesop Rock
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Aesop Rock
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[00:10.088]Mash the buttons, knock knock, never yield
[00:12.488]Phobias in motion blowing smoke into the sterile field
[00:14.992]Wonkavator up beyond the seraphim, terra beneath the keratin
[00:18.152]Every bit precariously jerry-rigged
[00:20.132]His helmet is a case of Bud, he factor in the paper cuts
[00:22.744]Corrugated c**kpit, I'm not exactly Major Tom
[00:25.685]Buzzed Aldrin, I can't count backwards
[00:27.933]Ten, one, someone get this buzzard to the Matmos
[00:30.501]Ten thousand hours addressing open beaks
[00:32.996]Exiting the atmosphere with no green to chroma key
[00:35.420]Greebles on the body, tin cans on the bumper
[00:37.925]Slip into the freezing ether like a pea coat from his mother
[00:40.029]How much interstellar freedom can he reasonably suffer
[00:43.248]More than you can feed through a shutter
[00:45.695]I use a phony voice when I'm yelling, "Nobody's home"
[00:48.500]I'm a liar, but I wouldn't say I'm wrong
[00:51.634]I ain't really seen land in a minute
[00:55.895]AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
[01:01.084]Faint transmission after nothing for the summer
[01:06.114]I have never seen so many colors
[01:09.994]Uh, ayy
[01:11.282]The human heart tattoo move in a hard vacuum
[01:13.635]Only back to pay a bill or maybe fill a cart with cat food
[01:16.179]I'm shredded, smelling like I just stepped off a charred capsule, I did
[01:18.738]That's not imaginary ash in his wig
[01:21.066]That's rounding Cygnus with a souvenir from galaxy quest
[01:23.474]I know it sound like myth and magic, but the shrapnel commits
[01:26.321]I give a **** about a factory scent, we mostly play to the fringe
[01:29.336]They figure, "What's a little tape on the wings?"
[01:31.190]A little glue, a little paint, a little staple and string
[01:33.705]You won't believe how far the garbage when that radio ping
[01:36.196]Behold a view or two where you could lose your voice at the moon
[01:38.756]I hope you like your beef and veggies with the moisture removed
[01:41.204]Dig it, the low rider, lower the gold visor
[01:44.093]Nosedive guided by the ghost of Laika, my heavens
[01:47.244]Slow drive, side-eye stealthy
[01:49.332]When can we expect you?
[01:50.516]Why would you expect me?
[01:52.084]I ain't really seen land in a minute
[01:57.291]AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
[02:02.496]Faint transmission after nothing for the summer
[02:07.302]I have never seen so many colors
[02:24.201]Tangentially related in the sense of one's environment
[02:26.513]Informing what they're made of
[02:27.617]There was a ghost who broke it all up into tiny numbers
[02:30.097]And dated vector graphics and New York Times puzzles
[02:32.632]Who struggled knowing love as more than boring data entry
[02:35.320]More reported from an orbit all his own, to say it gently
[02:37.655]I'm reporting from an orbit all my own, to say it gently
[02:40.090]Catch a wave in the jalopy down to burn up on re-entry
[02:42.745]Man the laser, do you copy Keep invaders on the business end
[02:45.595]Autopilot zeroes in on zero wind for pissing in
[02:48.250]Fixer-upper, she putt like a Plymouth Duster
[02:50.582]From bucket to mothership, if you're up for a little sunburn, stat
[02:53.317]Neighbors at the mercy of a thin wall
[02:55.692]One side nap, one satellite pinball
[02:58.488]Fun size asteroids pingin' off the cabin
[03:00.816]Ping, ping, the soundtrack of shrinking into blackness
[03:03.349]I blink through 4D, droid sitting b***h scorned
[03:06.735]The voice of destroy and rebuild
[03:08.455]Who rose above the partly cloudy counting on a Galaga hack
[03:11.063]His only carry-on's a napkin of math
[03:13.247]From packed in a menagerie to cheese and crackers at the apogee
[03:16.304]Add a little finding God and trying not to atrophy, um
[03:18.864]I know you're whispering about me at the corner store
[03:21.519]"We've seen the glowing light from under his apartment door"
[03:23.768]I ain't really seen land in a minute
[03:29.143]AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
[03:34.168]Faint transmission after nothing for the summer
[03:39.235]I have never seen so many colors
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