[Aesop Rock]
By the comb in his beard, he is weird when hes lonely, I'm lonely and weird
Party in the backside over the ear in the wake of a sobering year

Faces of death on the regular, tricks of an apex predator
Escape from a tray of developer
Uncle a couple days off the sauce and all black is a basic corpse

A cold turkey dressed like a staple forced the brand new
Vick pick from an ancient wall he went
Hither and yon brown liquor like a scissor in his palm that would cut away his kid and her mom

Best laid plans go off and arrive but I still use knots he taught me to tie
Never met an angel, never knew a ghost
Though I swear on the cast I can hear a little voice going


Oooooooooo
Oooooooooo


[Kimya Dawson]


Fish in my ear, spider on Nancy
Saying Aunt Nancy is with grandma dancing
No more tubes, little miss fancy

Toe head, toe shoes, far from the 'mancy
Roses are red, violator peek-a-boo
Half cracked door, whole bald see through

Cracked head attic light escape routes
Double dutch baby, smoke a sweet tooth
Trying a deal, smacked by the dealer

Light skin thinner, easy to peel her
Open to kill her from the inside out
Same silly girl with the twisted mouth

No more pain bottle bagged tracheotomies
Sweet prickle head strong trying to tickle me
Topic of cancer, project get gone

She says 'sing me a song'
I say


Oooooooooo
Oooooooooo