[Aesop Rock]
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One of four...
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[Voice]
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My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz. I was born in 1-9-7-6, at Syosset Hospital,
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located in Long Island, New York. I am 6 foot, for I weigh 2-0-0 pounds
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I have brown hair and green eyes. I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food. I have two brothers, Chris and Graham and two parents, Paul and Jameija. In august of 2-0-0-1 i went crazy..
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[Aesop Rock Talking..]
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This was originally not for public consumption
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This was made for four people... four people that literally saved my life
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They know who they are.. And ahhh i mean i could live to be a thousand years old and never re-pay them. I don't think this song would pay for them. But hopefully by putting it out, push the bank a little further..
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[Aesop Rock]
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This ain't a burner for the whips (no it isn't)
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This ain't even Aesop Rock fly earthworm demeanor (no it isn't)
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My name is Ian Mathias Bavitz and I was born in Long Island, New York
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Seventy six, before Graham and after Chris...ok
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In August of 2001 my seemingly splinter-proof brain bone, scaffling imploded
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I kept it on the hush, but nearly tumbling
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To the cold hard concrete on near bodega trips
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For ciggaretes and soda, shook me to kasper
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Dizzy with a nausea chaser, motor sensory eraser
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Gorophobe tunnel vision, guilt, self loathing arrangements
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Rose rapidly outta fog I'd never fished in
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That abates three separate foreign men's
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While i seems to hook lines and syncro simple fishing
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Simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body
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But the symptoms rejected my cave-man Modus Operandi
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So now it's one fish belly up, through medicated miledge
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Shrinks that get 250 an hour for awkward silence
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And, I'd be lying if I said all of this
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Made even the slightest fragment of sense to me
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That's frail...simply put
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I don't know what happened, or what's still happening
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I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity
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Jamie, I killed the robots and I'm sorry
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Broke down in front of you, embarrassed
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But you lent a heart and hand that only you could
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You're one of my best friends and yes I'd take that bullet for you
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That's my word, which is about all I have left
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Tony, I know you know I'm crazy, 'cause you told me
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But that did never bother you, I hold you as my brother 'til death
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And I got your back if ever the drunk goblin step
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For making a cat laugh, when I was walking with the dead
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Katherine, mother figure, older sister, concerned be a limits
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Letting me know I wasn't the only one with this
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Continuous offers for vacation, Chicago visits
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Talked me to repair of a head full of broken pistons
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Riyah, for the late night movie rentals and the company I needed
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And you knew it, but I just wouldn't admit it
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You listened to me brag about my issues for hours
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Offer incredible advice, gave me a hug when I was finished
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Am I a jack of all trades? nope... I like to write songs though
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Are they good? I dunno..
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But I could tell you that I only write shit down when I believe it
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So take this how you want, but know i mean it
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I want you all to know that I'm scared
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Now my fuckin' crooked soul never faced a monster like the last few months
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Never in my whole life...I wish I could explain this better (I can't)
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But the pieces won't formulate it to anything even close to cohesive
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So I guess this is my feeble way to thank you
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Four soldiers that extended something sacred off the purity of kindness
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I owe you all my life and please don't argue with that statement
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'cause without y'all I may not have a life to offer, take it
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Thank you..
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I wish i could explain this better. (thank you)
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I'm sorry for burdening your pleasures. (thank you)
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I love you all with all that's left of me. (thank you)
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For helping try to kill what made a mess of me. (thank you)
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Somehow, someway. (thank you)
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I'ma get you back someday. (thank you)
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Just gotta figure this all out...(thank you)
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So..
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[Voice]
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I guess it is kind of funny when you look at it from a step back, how one man can literally buckle under the same pressures other men operate normally under. I have soaked this out from all angles, walking through time. I have been over everything in my head, still I can't think anymore
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But i guess some times, when you can't breathe, there are people there to breathe for you. I am lucky enough to have those people around me. Thank you for helping me to not die. Thank you for helping me to not die..
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[Aesop Rock]
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Pocket full of pennies, and a soul gone tilt
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Cockpit full of memories and a dream full of guilt
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Thank You
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| Aesop Rock |
