Paroles Movie night Aesop Rock

Movie night

Yeah

My dog has blue eyes, cat grew supersize
Wig to my L2, it's somethin' in the food dye
Human spit and vinegar funneled to the amygdala
Miss him with all the funny stuff, mission control to viscera
Come in viscera, guess I'm a little clocked out
Shop-Vac always on, visitors have knocked for hours
It's fingers in the ears and singing ABC for adults
And look at that, I haven't seen y'all in months
These are repeatable results, and a pulse in the dead meat sea
I'm not dead yet, beep-beep beep-beep
JK, if you celebrated we will check the tape, shame shame
Famous paintings shoot from his fingers to wake and make a day
Like Bargehaulers on the Volga drowning you in late Monet
Or maybe Sysyphus from Titian with a save the date
For twistin' you the Francis Bacon way

My dog has blue eyes, cat down to 2 lives
Other cat chose violence, good times
Movie night, sound down, studio an urgent care
Sample surgeon, working out the drums with an inverted chair
Thwack! Serve 'em rare, and paired with a warm Brie
Pears from the side yard, honey from el Coro's bees
Uh, the one-man-forty thieves, leave the party wearing forty pair of Jordan 3s
Lord, wait a week and send a bill for storage fees
And some quarters, and a quarter mile of worry beads
If it please the court, back on fat tires
Headed for the red sun, charros in the cast Iron
Ask, land pirates at 'em, flanked by Vampire Bats with irregular flight patterns
Night master, author of light scattered
Maybe do try to move like it matters, the people say

What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that?
That's a mutt
What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that?
It's five dogs in one
What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that?
Mmm, that's a good boy

My dog has blue eyes, cat less lupine
Punks looking paper thin, I say the shit two times
Punks looking paper thin, it isn't worth the blunt force
Or even paperclip and real estate up in the junk drawer
Running with scissors and the wisdom of the rivers
From the wind that shiver timbers to whatever melt the swimmers
Traffic and weather reported from child vandals
We tell them to be careful, aware they are wild animals
Who leap tall buildings and write the manuals
Follow where the names drip, you can see the knowledge of the ancients
Arms length from the lord of the car graveyard
Who 'bout to charge the hill in a cart from H-Mart
Saved, ain't that something
Two board boxes in the trunk, it's like the Ark Of The Covenant
Every cloud of smoke I blow come with a dove in it
I hope you're ready for rumble strip, again

What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that?
That's a mutt
What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that?
It's five dogs in one
What kind of dog is that? What kind of dog is that?
Mmm, that's a good boy