Kimya Dawson - Delicate Cycle lyrics
rate me*Aesop Rock*I can take my finger offOld dog, old trick, new twistLike actually take the finger offWrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse headMail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more withAnd should they need a forearmOr something they can practice drawing skulls onCut it from the shoulder while the saws warmThe full appendage really make a world of differenceAnd include it to a 30 teeth to chew out all your critics32 would have been perfect2 were casualties of its-itsI always wanted radder things for ChristmasThe rest were coolIm shipping out a torso in the AMYou should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces its importantI cant explain why now by the wayLegs in a crate delivery by todayIf a uniform man knock-knock; sign his documentsYou shouldnt have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit*Kimya Dawson*My Mom was a lunch-lady When I was in elementary schoolShe was outside during recess; she had a whistle and I thought that that was coolShe was really nice to all the kids who didnt have a lot of friendsShe would give them hugs and tell them jokes or shed play catch with themAnd my dad worked at the Laundromat which was really cool to meId get to open up the washing machines and clean them out and collect the moneyAnd Id open up soap dispenser and put lil boxes of soap insideI knew how it worked and I was good at it and helping out filled me with a sense of prideI would meet all kinds of people there and Id look them in the eyeAnd Id say, Hi, excuse me, but do you mind if I shine the glass while your clothes dry?*Kimya and Aesop*My Whole life is a delicate cycleA delicate cycleA delicate cycle*Aesop rock*Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with a headThey said it used to walk upright and like New York after 10One day it woke up out of order; nothing more to extendDelicate cycle in the alpha of it's orbiting ZenWhen in a personal skill has already poured it's bestA conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debtAnd you dont know it but I know I owe you more than Ive keptSo if you find a biohazard by a door on the stepMaybe it couldnt find its faculties, but swore it would helpWanted to be a larger part than its abnormalcies letHang on, Im over knighting eyes with a headlight deer-stareOne up, Bin-Ban, UPS, and ear pairWear em if you need a new perspective on a weird yearAnd one day when Im better we can square away a fair shareThe 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 thats the year I bottomed outMaybe what was missing was the sense of community that comes from hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundryAnd the company of other people who also dont have the amenitiesAt their convenience in a home thats so set up that they never have to leaveI miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust, the squeaky carts, the vibrationsThe bucket full of bleach, they dryer sheets, the old pay phone, the giant sinkId watch my daddy mop the floor, and my heart started with a quarterId watch my daddy mop the floor, and my heart started with a quarter*Kimya and Aesop*My Whole life is a delicate cycleA delicate cycleA delicate cycle
