"Legerdemain" lyrics

Aesop Rock & Blockhead Lyrics

"Legerdemain"

Chicken noodle thermos, parka marching out the army surplus
Over thermals over thermals over thermals over thermals, look
Owl on my shoulder, initials on the katana
Whispering something wicked through a moisture-wicking balaclava
Not a cop in sight, not a watt of light in the fog
Silent night to God almighty just from lighting cigars
Not a creature is stirring to purging lightning from the eye on my palm
Wide as long as y'all can die and re-spawn
Still going, if only a vehicle for merino wool, who volunteer to wake to St. Bernards for the foreseeable
I'm edumacated on every threat in the trade, started checking the checker for any legerdemain
Caught 'em fudging the numbers and hiding birds in they coat
Burning phones and computers inside a circle of stones
When policing the people is "Please return to your homes"
You get a people determined to take a turn in the strobe

I found something in the woods I wanna show you
It just might change how you float around the O2
You was like "OK bet," drove twenty minutes (Drove twenty minutes), looked for thirty seconds, said "Can I get a witness?"
Went home different, went home different

Two pair of socks under reindeer mukluks
Aiming to keep ten pigs awake in the tundra
Plaza to plaza thermometer going nuh-uh
My posse out of pocket on some occupy the umbra
If it's under freezing I don't even wanna know a number
Just show me to the rolling thunder, wubba, wubba, wubba
Today a mall cop told me I should get a life...
Double black diamond, a pirate to private property
Lion-hearted pioneer of high Garbology
First archer to set the firestarter oxen free, defending some forgotten block of uncommon geometry
Before they fixed the road there used to be this bump to bump
I guess in '97 so and so did such and such
In Timbs on someone else's board, tell the story, spread the lore
It's epic to a people who would rather push than teleport

I found something in the woods I wanna show you
It just might change how you float around the O2
You was like "OK bet," drove twenty minutes (Drove twenty minutes), looked for thirty seconds, said "Can I get a witness?"
Went home different, went home different

Get your wig in the wind, get a feel for the traffic
Whether it's static or speedy, whether it's real or imagined
The colder the weather the realer the magic
At least that's how it feels when it happens, OK
Raiders of the roads and parking lots of greater Carcasonne
Canis lupis carcass on, take me to your garlic knots
Coffin through the cars, I'm a part of a larger carpet bomb
Still partial to the wrong crowd, sorry mom
Wander Eden, not a meter predetermined
Turn a curb into an evening, that's the key to freezer burning
I'm freezer burning, sweat a boiling ocean early Feb
My coaches told me don't come home without the serpent's head
I told 'em hold my turkey leg, point me at a pitchfork
Brought the trophy home and took the poultry back still warm
Out to flirt with hypothermia, it's CCTV's blurriest insurgents in your area

I found something in the woods I wanna show you
It just might change how you float around the O2
You was like "OK bet," drove twenty minutes (Drove twenty minutes), looked for thirty seconds, said "Can I get a witness?"
Went home different, went home different


Writer(s): Ian Bavitz, James Simon
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