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letra de button masher - aesop rock

[verse 1]
mash the b-ttons
knock knock, never yield
phobias in motion blowing smoke into the sterile field
(?) beyond the seraphim, terror beneath the keratin
every bit precariously jerry-rigged
his helmet is a case of bud
he factor in the paper-cuts
corrugated c-ckpit, i’m not exactly major tom
buzzed aldrin, i can’t count backwards
ten, one, someone get this buzzard to the (?)
10,000 hours addressing open beaks
exiting the atmosphere with no green or (?)
(?) on the body, tin cans on the bumper
slip into the freezing ether like a pea coat from his mother
how much interstellar freedom can he reasonably suffer?
more than you can feed through a shutter
i use a phony voice when i’m yelling “n0body’s home”
i’m a liar but i wouldn’t say i’m wrong

[hook]
i ain’t really seen land in a minute
awol sp-ceman wave to the missus
faint transmission after nothing for the summer
i have never seen so many colors
[verse 2]
the human heart tattoo moving a hard vacuum
only back to pay a bill or maybe fill the car with cat food
i’m shredded smelling like i just stepped off a charred capsule, i did
that’s not imaginary ash in his wig
that’s friendly sickness with a souvenir from galaxy quest
i know it sound like myth and magic but the shrapnel commits
i give a f-ck about a factory scent
we mostly play to the fringe
they figure “what’s a little tape on the wings?”
a little glue, a little paint, a little staple and string
you won’t believe how far the garbage when that radio ping
behold a few or two or you could lose your voice at the moon
i hope you like your beef and veggies with the moisture removed
dig it the, low rider, lower the gold visor
nosedive guided by the ghost alike of my heavens
slow dry side-eye stealthy
when can we expect you?
why would you expect me?

[hook]
i ain’t really seen land in a minute
awol sp-ceman wave to the missus
faint transmission after nothing for the summer
i have never seen so many colors
[verse 3]
tangentially related in the sense of one’s environment
and forming what they’re made of
there was a ghost who broke it all up into tiny numbers
and dated vector graphics, and new york times puzzles
we struggled knowing love is more than boring data entry
more imported from an orbit, all his own to say it gently
i’m recording from an orbit, on my own to say it gently
catch a wave in the jalopy down to burn up on re-entry
man the laser, do you copy? keep invaders on the business end
autopilot zeroes in on zero wind for p-ssing in
fixer-upper, she putt like a plymouth duster
from bucket to mothership if you’re up for a little sunburn, stat!
neighbors at the mercy of a thin wall
one side nap, one satellite pinball
fun size asteroids pinging off the cabin
ping ping the soundtrack of shrinking into blackness
i blink through 4d droid sitting b-tch, scorned
the voice of destroy and rebuild
we rose above the partly cloudy counting on a galaga hack
his only carry-on’s a napkin and math
i’m packed in a menagerie, the cheese and crackers of the (?)
add a little finding god and trying not to atrophy
i know you’re whispering about me at the corner store
we’ve seen the glowing light from under his apartment door
[hook]
i ain’t really seen land in a minute
awol sp-ceman wave to the missus
faint transmission after nothing for the summer
i have never seen so many colors

- aesop rock

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