Crows 1 Lyrics - Skelethon - Aesop Rock

Birds of a black 

Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always remember you 

And all of the shit you do 

They pass it to the baby birdies and then they remember too 

Little baby bluebird eyes turn black 

Without forgetting the face of the guy in the mask 

When you see me baby will you scream or will you laugh? 

Little baby blue bird, eyes turn black 

4 and 20 gory pantone black crows shredding innards 

The silouettes are fencing lefty scissors 

Separating horn and hoof as own arpeggiators 

They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest friends and neighbors 

By the getty image, green-cheese moon 

Dead-of-winter shit, graveyard tchk! tchk! 

Shifter shit, brother was a face card 

Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel of woven branches leaning in over his hydro-plaining pace car chase... 

Wait up let me isolate the bass more 

Gate of god's acre 

Aim to rake the snow off each forsaken name here 

Supposedly closure'l free the vipers out the bosom 

Personally I think it's a bunch of bullshit 

Prisoners, tradition is for lovers 

God forbid he flip the witch against her coven on some 'dip or play the dozens' 

Now I baptize skips in larvae and dental records 

On a little plot pregnant with 6 million sentenceenders 

And the tech support for tragedy's emphatically horrendous 

Teenage operators explaining what bated breath is 

Pass, I wish it were something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so detached if it should happen to you privately 

Publicly your shadows'll cat call back 

Happy to split the button eye and burlap doll 

Crack the crypt 

Bats eject like cousin death's wing-ed Iapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege 

Now let me slow this whole shit down for all you half-goat cowards 

I'll even grit my teeth for you 

I am so completely off the god-damn grid it's not a question of addressing me, I 

T's "what do these symbols under the dresser mean" 

Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons through the entropy for good/young 

Could've used a good lung 

Still, proximity to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but unforgiving science or cinematic horrors 

Fast forward, my knee in the gut of a glass 

"remember that cow in the dean's seems awkward 

And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement but for ash and bone to share a space with strangers seems outrageous, ain't it? 

Maybe a dialog of howls that reshapes thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you have found among a thousand cloned shrines, either way - dope stone lion 

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And they call to let you know your friend is dead in a box 

The crows have the tools to get the meat out of the box 

Scientific, ritualistic, headstone cold foxes still rot 

I'm not gonna rot, no, fuck that snot 

You can let them let you rot, man 

But I'm not going to watch 

I'm not gonna stand atop your plot 

I love you friends, but I'm just not 

On the other hand if your ashes are scattered in the sea 

I will swim in the sea and you'll be with me 

And if your shit is scattered at the roots of a tree 

I will climb that tree 

Photos 

Everything you think you're hiding shows 

In the way you view the graves like a string of tiny thrones 

Messages you'd tucked away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard amidst the butchery and beaks 

You don't want the passengers to pass 

You want each cow taxidermy'd fatter than the last 

Mausoleum lighting is a rush 

While it might enhance a silhouette it might expose a crutch 

A proud chest puffed to the heavens 

Holds nothing if we're cutting past the muscle and the tendon 

And we will be cutting past the muscle and the tendon...