Skip Town

Skip Town - Aesop Rock

Watchin the rainbows (thank you windows)

I mean it's all the same to some

But that cityscape makes me numb

Walkin'the wire between firewater and water

I'll take the tap

Still managed to end up thirsty the day

The nursery collapsed

In my hand I hold the plumage of a buzzard

Somethin'for circlin'nutrition (seems barbaric)

I may have just saved your children

There's an inborn tendency tellin'me to grip that sickle

The pirate tyrant breathes

Feed on your precious little pixels

I interviewed the sun

He said the future's lookin bright

I interviewed the rain

He claimed the suns truly a nansle

I'was supposed to interview the snow today

But of course he flaked

So I let my frigid demeanor teeter

Take his vacant place

We three sprout from the same litter

Yet amazingly crafted by separate scissors

I stalk the morbid beaten past

Splashin'in the cretin blizzard

Half my time is herded toward little lost causes

Half my time is spent pluggin these leaky faucets

An I'm here to pose inquiries

I'm here to draw a fork in the road

And call it the diary of common sheep aspiring

Little Billy star lit up the block got the right premise

But can't thread the needle

Without consultin apprentice present

I don't really know you

And I don't really care

Can't judge a man's dignity by the wattage in his stare

Maybe that deams me that vagabond you'd love to kill

But I really ain't got time for the mother f**king guilt

I'm gone and I best believe I'm leavin'

Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening

Now I haven't exactly been embraced by the populace

Set sail upon the seven deadly seas of the anonymous

I'm gone and I best believe I'm leavin'

Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening

I'm diggin' a tunnel to where the sun'l never shine

I've got my book I got my dream

I've got myself an' I'll be fine

My time is the day before the day the earth stood still

My time is the day before the soldiers fired at will

My time is the day before the hunter made his kill

My time to find a mile before the valley meets the hill

I'm an archer

Partnered with a farmer's board of appetites

Sweetalkin' a rasping down to a mere flashing of badges

Prototypic landscape staged every step of my well-oiled

Collective workhorse with prose and attention festive Wait

What about the captivator

I am the product of skeleton dancers voice

Crooked scattered amidst blue fields of firey bliss tricks

Where disease applicant activist rattlers

Fascinate brave child

Where expectant slave smiles at the stick

In the painted living

God if I could offer maintenance to fantasies I would

I'd place the button in the city square

For everyone to push

You see my mission's responsibilities range across the board

And so I'd rather be a pen than a sword

I swim a cold lake make no mistake I was not ready

All edgy and outta shape made the company look messy

Sorry well sorry

Honestly take it or leave it

Just let me know

So I ain't beggin' forgiveness throughout the evening

Basic locomotive with a whistle and caboose

Tryin'a pull my cargo 'cross the map without a boost

Brasher than more ways in ten years sturdy bird construction

Help the smokestacks puff until the morn dream torn

I'm gone and I best believe I'm leavin'

Packed up my belongings then it's off into the evening

I've knocked upon every little door that comes about

I'll sweep ya porch

If you can spare a couple of breadcrumbs and a couch

I'm gone and I best believe I'm leavin'

Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening

This turning in my sleep is getting old and older still

I think I can I think I can I think I can

I think I will