Delicate Cycle
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A E I can take my finger off, old dog, old trickG D New twist like actually take the finger offA E Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse headG D Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with andA Should they need a forearm orE something they can practice drawing skulls onG D Cut it from the shoulder while the saw's warmA E The full appendage really make a world of differenceG D Included too are 30 teeth to chew out all your criticsA E 32 would have been perfect, 2 were casualties of it's it's-G I always wanted radder things forD ChristmasA The rest were coolE I'm shipping out a torso in the a.mG You should learn to hit the organsD every time at 40 paces -A it's importantE I can't explain why now, by the wayG D Legs in a crate delivery by todayA E If a uniformed man knock knocks, sign his documentG You shouldn't have to walk out toD the mailbox for the other shit [Verse 2: Kimya Dawson]A E My mom was a lunch lady when IG D was in elementary schoolA E She was outside during recessG She had a whistle and I thoughtD that that was coolA E She was really nice to all theG D kids who didn't have a lot of friendsContinúa después del anuncioA E She would give them hugs and tellG D them jokes or she'd play catch with themA E And, my dad worked at theG D laundromat which was really cool to meA E I'd get to open up the washing machinesG D And clean them out and collect the moneyA E And I'd open soap dispenser andG D put new little boxes of soap insideA E I knew how it worked and I was good at itG And helping out filled me with aD sense of prideA E I would meet all kinds of peopleG there and I would look them in theD eyeA E And I'd say "Hi! Excuse me, but do you mindG D If I shine the glass while your clothes dry?" [Hook: Aesop Rock & Kimya Dawson] (x4)A E My whole life is a (My whole life is a delicate cycle)G D A delicate cycle, a delicate cycle [Verse 3: Aesop Rock]A E Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with headG They said it used to walk uprightD and like New York after tenA One day it woke up out of order,E nothing more to extendG D Delicate cycle in the alpha of its orbiting zenA When it's a impersonal skill isE already poor at its bestG A conversation can be riddled withD exorbitant debtA And you don't know it, but I know IE owe you more than I've keptG So if you find a biohazard by yourD door on the stepA Maybe it couldn't find itsE faculties, but swore it would helpG Wanted to be a larger part than itsD abnormalcies letA Hang on, I'm overnighting eyes withE a headlight-deer stareG D One up, Vin Van, UPS and ear pairA Wear 'em if you need a newE perspective on a weird yearG And one day when I'm better we canD square away a fair shareA E The last frame silhouetted by the sunG D Was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue [Verse 4: Kimya Dawson]A E G I was 26 years old the firstD time I lived in a houseA E With a washer and dryer in it andG D that's the year I bottomed outA E G Maybe what was missing was theD sense of community that comes fromA E Hauling your big old load out inG D public and airing your dirty laundryA E And the company of other peopleG D who also don't have the amenitiesA At their convenience in a homeE G that's so set up that they neverD have to leaveA I miss the smell, the dust, theE coins, the trustG D The squeaky carts, the vibrationsA E The bucket full of bleach, the dryer sheetsG D The old pay phone, the giant sinkA E I'd watch my daddy mop the floorG D And my heart started with a quarterA E I'd watch my daddy mop the floorG D And my heart started with a quarter