Aesop Rock:

I can take my finger off

Old dog, old trick, new twist like
Actually take the finger off


Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head
Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky-swear more with
And should they need a forearm or something they can practice drawing skulls on

Cut it from the shoulder while the saw's warm
The full appendage really make a world of difference
Include it to a 30 teeth to chew out all your critics

32 would have been perfect
2 were casualties of it's it's-
I always wanted radder things for Christmas


The rest were cool
I'm shipping out a torso in the a.m

You should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces-it's important
I can't explain why now, by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today

If a uniformed man knock knocks, sign his document
You shouldn't have to walk out to the mailbox for the other %#@!


Kimya Dawson:

My mom was a lunch lady

When I was in elementary school
She was outside during recess
She had a whistle and I thought that that was cool

She was really nice to all the kids
Who didn't have a lot of friends
She would give them hugs and tell them jokes

Or, she'd play catch with them

And, my dad worked at the laundromat

Which was really cool to me
I'd get to open up the washing machines
And clean them out and collect the money

And I'd open soap dispenser
And put little boxes of soap inside
I knew how it worked and I was good at it

And helping out filled me with a sense of pride
I would meet all kinds of people there
And I would look them in the eye

And I'd say "hi, excuse me, but do you mind
If I shine the glass while your clothes dry?"


Hook: (Aesop Rock and Kimya Dawson)

My whole life is a

(My whole life is a delicate cycle)
A delicate cycle
A delicate cycle

My whole life is a
(My whole life is a delicate cycle)
A delicate cycle


My whole life is a
(My whole life is a delicate cycle)

A delicate cycle
A delicate cycle
My whole life is a

(My whole life is a delicate cycle)
A delicate cycle


Aesop Rock:

Inside a jar with a lid

A giant arm with head
They said it used to walk upright
And like New York after ten

One day it woke up out of order
Nothing more to extend
Delicate cycle in the alpha of its orbiting zen


When an impersonal skill
Has already poured its best
A conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debt
And you don't know it but

I know I owe you more than I've kept
So if you find a biohazard by your door on the step

Maybe it couldn't find its faculties
But swore it would help

Wanted to be a larger part than its abnormalcies let
Hang on I'm overnighting eyes with a headlight-deer stare
One up, bin ban, UPS and ear pair
Wear 'em if you need a new perspective
For the weird year

And one day when I'm better
We can square away a fair share
The last frame silhouetted by the sun
Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue


Kimya Dawson:

I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house
With a washer and dryer in it
And that's the year I bottomed out
Maybe what was missing was the sense of community

That comes from hauling your big old load out in public
And airing your dirty laundry
And the company of other people who also don't have the amenities
At their convenience in a home that's so set up
That they never have to leave

I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust

The squeaky carts the vibrations
The bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheets
The old pay phone the giant sink
I'd watch my daddy mop the floor
And my heart started with a quarter
I'd watch my daddy mop the floor
And my heart started with a quarter


Hook (Aesop Rock and Kimya Dawson) x2