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letra de gauze - aesop rock

[intro]
some of you know me already
those of you who don’t, you’re in for a great big f-cking surprise
those of you who do can expect an infinitely more horrible time than they care to remember

[verse 1]
i drag in the cat that drag in the conversation piece
y’all wave forsaken a lead, hemlock in the pot every day of the week
i’m a lot
reach in, even the odds or evolve with the mystery meat for the broth
who’s еating? scream for his mom all evening, moxiе and seasonal fog
palm full of grease, skied through keep out signage
weed in his sock, beacon of snot
(?) evil the plot to a fever, made through his ride (?) out
spring and bell exploding through my polartec
got a soul invest so don’t coalesce
got a nose he could (?) to overstep
or write 8-bit maps for the sore depressed
i’m the croc in the moat to the gold in the chest
notice an old program in the actual way to progress
to convey an effect
hopped in, (?) bated breath
that fray that plagued that bayonet
that hate, that face of death
that all-in together, i’m afraid that train has left
i am made through bullsh-t and baby step
hop off into flesh no beta test
i bump brazen h-ll, i make raisin bread
raised all wolf smoke into razor head
i’m all good
quietly hacking away at a hideous riff on the formula
what is the work if it isn’t a ticket to slip into vivid euphoria?
huh?
(you know we’re being watched)
(you know we’re being watched)
[hook]
i brought gauze
two kind of knives
carrots for the horse
ties on flies
if you’re coming bring soap
something for the cough
a million feet of rope
maybe more gauze

[verse 2]
(one, two three four)
hey, greybeard wayward
parade, wade, and vacate the framework
phased out trade for blank tapes and bait worms, eek
ease into weeds, no safe word
hey no (?), all true tales from the pay grade
heavy on my legs and away gang
it’s a tiptoe tale by a trail of craters
i am way too (?)
let me guess, (?) for you to make jesus take the well today too
i don’t really pander or plan to behave
the police sketch is a hand from the grave, unholy
don’t lumen all the upholsteries
poor old nana would roll on her rosary, i know
i go from my homie to bogey and ghost
i’m sorry if you know me as both
i still flowed hearts from the haystack
i give free hugs in a (?) mask
i don’t trust any y’alls love to be more than a cheap toy (?)
sultan of simple fare
no lie, (?) he could (?)
in a (?) not a rib tip rare
but the bistro don’t split silver hairs
and made peace with a (?)
still genuine (?) on a bottomless pit
backseat drive with a lazy drawl
i don’t aim to please, i don’t aim at all, i’m okay
actively seeking to under develop his sentimentality
why am i here if it isn’t effectively cutting the h-llions out of me, huh?
(you know we’re being watched)
(you know we’re being watched)
[hook]
i brought gauze
half a dozen flares
couple clean jars
strike anywhere
if you’re coming bring fuel
map of the stars
any canned food
maybe more gauze

[outro]
see? i got a rope
a camping knife with an itsy-bitsy fork and spoon
and a place to hang my canteen

- aesop rock

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