Aesop Rock - Cycles to Gehenna (Official Lyrics)
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- Опубліковано 13 вер 2024
- All lyrics are taken straight from the Digital Lyrics Booklet that came with the Deluxe version of Skelethon.
I got sick of reading incorrect lyrics to his songs online and on youtube videos. Here is the official version.
Please like, comment, and share. Enjoy!
Album: Skelethon (2012)
Track 3
some of his best writing right here
Amy Andersen's sixth hour AP English class in spring 2014 got turned into a Socratic seminar on demonology and the spirit world in part because of this song. Thanks, Aesop.
Good thing the Field Guide is out now, it's easy to get lost in the topic.
is that available on the net somewhere?
Definitely one of Aesop's most underrated songs...
"He knows no zen in the art of maintenance"
What a great reference to the book "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"
Good read, 6/7 would recommend 👌
what a wonderful metaphor for riding a motorcycle haha. absolutely beautiful
Aesop Rock is so skilled in his lyrical prowess that he makes a ride on his bike seem more poetic and eloquent than Poe and Frost crammed into a 1P campaign.
Ash Fs 🙏🙌🙏
lol did you post this before you heard kirby cuz thatd be hilarious....like just wait bro it gets better
"Eyes and teeth/
New Moon on a scale that defies belief/
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach/
Damn.
Something about that gives me chills every time.
Beretta249 Shiver spine
This line aged so well. And i think it will continue to age like fine wine
@@essential67 So what does it mean?
@@Thehawkdown99 The self resides in the brain. In the crash as your head slams into the car.. Gangway, mine eyes, mine teeth, the brain is coming forward. a hauntingly beautiful way to describe the crash.
outro so crazy
aesop rock is one of those lyricists where you could laugh your ass off at the shit he says while hella trippin off some shit.
sends a chill down my spine. Than you Aesop
Put this on in my headphones at work to drown out 21 pilots on the radio.
+whoaaaaaaaa well done.
21 Pilots are dope! Aesop is GOAT, however
too tired and two tired. Both ways so good
+Toasty Actually it's both, like I said it was. Thanks for playing though.
Ugh this is the stuff
Aesop Rock is the goat
Mind blowing!
Yo, Jus. You'll always be in my phone.
Could you do one for One of Four or Five Fingers?
Thabk you 👌💕
When you can't take your dead friends names out your phone.......
That was delicious.
Badass song
How much LSD does it take to write this and how much more does it take to understand?
You don't wanna know lol
The song is about a motorcyclist who goes out one night riding recklessly seeking to escape grief over the death of a friend, only to crash and die himself.
Baseheads locally approach all spark plugs
Total disregard for a dying man's shark jump
Post-meridiem pretty tungsten attracts any once-pale horse painted gunmetal black
Face masking, hard-shelled ebony propeller hat
Clubmans, gloved rakes grappling the clutch span
Tuck go the steel toe, metal gate spreading
For the dead-alive that rented parking space 37
2000 out the weekly under "Cycles to Gehenna" gets him floating over 20 busses
Fireproof and festive
Corners like a two-tired tiger so a too-tired rider can accumulate a few excited fibers to assign
Knows no zen in the art of maintenance
Only as the orchestrated patron saint of changing lanes baby
Here is how a great escape goes when you can't take your dead friends names out your phone
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach,
every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
The man-ape translates glam thru the visor
Goes in water lillies
Am-scrays Giger, and man-ray
Crammed in a one-player campaign
Blinker like a hallowed bonfire over Samhain
Span where the praying hands mandate
Bars an extension of the arms
They're mutating instead of being farmed
Tonight beneath a marmalade venus
Haunted mowers chewing every glowing yard of mud between us
Going Ford, Jag, Datsun, Corvette, Lotus
All cones you can slalom when your Zorlac's focused
Via mechanical Dartmoor Frankensteined poorly
And sanctioned by a New Yank Yorkee
Who knew that any moment he could lose it to the decopaged suicide flooring
And still he keep his fuel tank portly, the 30 odd year old gears thank charlie
The scarfthank Mom's new hobby, kssssht! copy
Eyes and teeth, new moon on a scale that defies belief
Outside what our fundamental sciences teach,
every other mighty lion asleep
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
Gangway - mine eyes, mine teeth
It was less an act of hubris
More a lonely hearts club at the helm of a magic bullet
Away on a relentless bid for rarefied inertia
Rattletrap forks married to the patchy terra firma Ursa Minor getting warmer
I crowbar into the pecking order
The dreck between the whores and Betty Ford-ers
Hug a double yellow spine
Knobby rubber like a rat on a rope
Those little fuckers run on passion alone
This is the product of a d.i.y. inadequate home
Grabbing a cabin in the-fuck-outta-dodge
Actin' a savage in the shadows of Rome
Traffic amassed against insufferable odds
Fashioning gallows out of plastic and bone
I got the motordrome walls of death splintering under me
All-city galvanized bikes white knuckling
Bright light, tunnel kings tuck in the devil
PS - I wrote this on a self-destructing memo...
Aesop Rock - Cycles to Gehenna(lyrics)
Wow, this is horrible.