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Aesop Rock - 6b Panorama lyrics
I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw... sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons a vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess a junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in a batty senior citizen flashing that awful teethless grin I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk crate with a stog' a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags I saw a pregnant woman on the verge of bursting (boom) I saw a blind man with a dog screaming "someday I'll see it all" and then he sat down with his hammer and saw business men with multi-colored ties, cashmere checks a nazi with tattoos on his neck, a Vietnam war vet a Caucasian man with a limp and a cane, a pimp with his names a thug circus, a pack of shook tourists hugging their purses I saw freaks with rainbow streaks in dayglo hair a mother smackin' the grin off her child, replaced it with a stare a pothole, a storefront with a broken open sign a hole in the wall bar kicking drunks to the gutter, it's closing time I see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver a squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-lifer I can see the roof garden on the apartment across the street and kick myself because somewhere along the way I lost my seeds I see a rat, a roach, a bat approach, a happy student a black man with a horn and a will to make you sit and listen to it I see a little girl on the corner with bubbles, braids and barrettes I see a teen mother with similak pacifier and regrets oh, a day turned stale, a hammer with a rusty nail, a failed marriage a universe of brick buildings slightly off balance a challenge, I see a chance to add real colors to my favorite palette raise my mighty mallet towards the gods and swing my talons I see a crack in the sidewalk a slide show of six civilians gripping bottles of gideon sitting inside bent meridian there's a fun house ooh, a sun spout spraying yellow beams above yellow back dreams and children in the hydrants tyrants(?), I see sirens the wall to the glamor standard a dead bird, a bent curb a bus stop of commuters waiting to have their souls towed off to work I seen the slap dash habits of bike messengers paws and hug that good leaf on the way to damaged packages, dependence oh my lord, I see bandwagons, all aboard a carnival amusement park where a heart is a luxury I see a gas galaxy huddled behind those pearly doors maybe I should sit up on my fire escape a little more |
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