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Kimya Dawson – 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
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