Rings-Aesop Rock

[00:00.00]Rings -Aesop Rock [00:38.710]Used to draw [00:39.690]Hard to admit that I used to draw [00:41.560]Portraiture in a human form [00:43.340]Doodle of a two headed unicorn it was soothing [00:45.729]Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools [00:47.858]And a muse from beyond [00:48.758]Even if it went beautifully wrong [00:50.178]It was tangible truth for a you'th who refused to belong [00:52.637]No name nuisance [00:53.547]Fools in a bedroom [00:54.407]Oozed in a brand new cuneiform [00:56.867]Barely commune with the horde [00:58.07]Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world [00:59.997]Might zone out to the yap of the magpie [01:02.326]Unseen hand dragging his graphite [01:04.125]Cross contour little bit of back light [01:05.775]Black ink after a bristol to baptize [01:07.675]You can imagine a rush that ensue [01:09.395]When you get three dimensions stuffed into two [01:11.225]Then it's off to a school where it's all that he do [01:13.185]Being trained and observed by a capable few [01:15.142]Back in New York five peeps and a dog [01:16.911]In a two bedroom doing menial jobs [01:18.791]Plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod [01:20.991]Distractions free to maraud [01:22.930]I left some years a deer in the light [01:24.700]I left some will to spirit away [01:26.590]I let my fears materialize [01:28.470]I let my skills deteriorate [01:30.50]Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing [01:31.739]A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with an [01:34.705]ID crisis [01:35.795]Nap on the front lawn look up in the sky it's [01:38.654]Shapes falling out of the fringe [01:41.173]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [01:44.752]They will chop you down just to count your rings [01:48.511]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [01:52.161]And there were [01:53.771]Colors pouring out of the fringe [01:56.171]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [01:59.830]They will chop you down just to count your rings [02:03.450]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [02:08.789]Used to paint [02:09.669]Hard to admit that I used to paint [02:11.499]Natural light on a human face [02:13.328]Stenciled fire on his roommates bass [02:15.58]It was blooming addiction [02:15.987]A miss and a push and a pigment [02:17.476]Book like a tattooed pigskin look [02:19.175]Pin head kids intermittent [02:20.715]Drank kool aid from a tube of acrylic [02:22.525]And I grew up in a linseed oil over linen [02:24.365]Joy to the poison voice in the resin [02:26.395]Capture a map of the gesture [02:27.885]Back up add a little accurate fat to the figure [02:30.364]Re do that move that inwards [02:32.264]Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers [02:33.893]Studios drone with allusions of tinctures [02:35.762]Stay tuned for the spooky adventures [02:37.681]You can imagine the stars that align [02:39.461]When a forearm starts foreshortening right [02:41.261]Or a torso hung on a warping spine [02:43.121]Of proportion reads as warm and alive [02:45.111]Routine day with a dirt cheap brush [02:46.829]Then a week goes by and it goes untouched [02:49.129]Then two then three then a month [02:50.628]Then the rest of your life you beat yourself up [02:52.876]I left some seasons eager to fall [02:54.696]I left some work to bury alive [02:56.505]I let my means of being dissolve [02:58.455]I let my person curl up and die [03:00.345]Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing [03:03.115]His privacy aligning with the trials of the anti midas [03:05.794]Nap on the back lawn look up at the sky it's [03:08.643]Shapes falling out of the fringe [03:11.193]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [03:14.792]They will chop you down just to count your rings [03:18.281]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [03:22.141]And there were [03:23.731]Colors pouring out of the fringe [03:26.141]All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [03:29.761]They will chop you down just to count your rings [03:33.421]Just to count your rings just to count your rings [03:42.411]I'm getting sick and tired of never understanding where is the truth you promised