Delicate Cycle Lyrics

*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

And include it to a 30 teeth to chew out all your critics

32 would have been perfect

2 were casualties of its-its

I always wanted radder things for Christmas

The rest were cool

I’m shipping out a torso in the AM

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 uniform man knock-knock; sign his documents

You shouldn’t have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit

*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 up soap dispenser and put ‘lil 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’d 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?”

*Kimya and Aesop*

My Whole life is a delicate cycle

A delicate cycle

A delicate cycle

*Aesop rock*

Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with a head

They said it used to walk upright and like New York after 10

One day it woke up out of order; nothing more to extend

Delicate cycle in the alpha of it's orbiting Zen

When in a personal skill has already poured it's 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 a door on the step

Maybe it couldn’t find it’s faculties, but swore it would help

Wanted to be a larger part than it’s abnormalcies let

Hang on, I’m over knighting eyes with a headlight deer-stare

One up, Bin-Ban, UPS, and ear pair

Wear ‘em if you need a new perspective on a 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, they 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

*Kimya and Aesop*

My Whole life is a delicate cycle

A delicate cycle

A delicate cycle