Button Masher-Aesop Rock

[00:00.000] 作词 : Aesop Rock [00:01.000] 作曲 : Aesop Rock [00:04.208] [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 cockpit, 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 f*ck 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 bitch 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 [03:42.643]