Lyrics:
додя (додик)
я как aphex twin, но выебал трап
she tryna be like with me
but i dont give fuck
(give a fuck)
but i dont
не факайся со мной если это ща
"If you like Radiohead, Aphex Twin, or Arca, you need to listen to this"
You are now listening to Sitting Pretty by the artist Hashdrowned
Just when
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
When the mist rolls in on Highway One
Like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
And I
of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet
Like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves
Books fly off shelves, curtains catch fire
The house
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
"Get on the bus",
nothin' lasts forever
But until they close the curtain (y'all know)
It's him and I, Aquemini
Yeah
Now is the time to get on like Spike Lee said
gon' get to sprayin
If they ever ask, they had no affiliation
You my twin, just like Aphex, yeah
Never caught up in that Matrix, woah
Real recognize
again
Trapped in the alleyway of
With the Aphex Twins
You may begin now (Begin what?)
Begin life (Then what is this?)
Begin death (Begin the end)
Begin
a waterfall curtain backlit by street lamps
Like tears on a windshield smeared into Rome and Mac
And Gran Maw who forever said to herself she forgave Jolene
For
The mirror unwinds: Twin archetypes collide.
I am reborn, proliferated by a self-replicating passenger: Ghost.
Dormant dimensions grafted to my
mijn eigen schedel in
Combinatie van Aphex Twin en Albert Verlinde
Mijn muziek zal de menigte met de aliens verbinden
Ik geef richting aan de blinden
Sky causing nostalgia, palm trees in the wind (in the wind)
Dancing on the beach, blasting Aphex Twin (what's that face for?)
Kill the city silence,
livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't
and techno composer-deejay Aphex Twin. The colorful, future-technology orientation of the rave world is itself fairly fantastic, so it made a good match for
Jonathan is dead
And Abigail is watching his wheelchair burn
The flames lick the wooden floor
Spreading to the curtains, and then the draperies
to ear, big one baby like I'm Aphex Twin
You should have just played with your friends, knowing you couldn't contend
Niggas been playing pretend, especially
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
mask party out a sex reveal
Two decks, one fader, I could wreck Berlin
We're going straight Bob Marley into Aphex Twin
It's how the groove goes, steady
way to see Katrina
She said she need a "Freak Like Me," like Adina
Fucked her by mistake she had a twin named Regina
I seen her, lights excite all
Sick of being side by side
And seeing your scowl all the time
Always gotta smile cuz you patented sadness
Apparently we’re twins for some reason, it’s
Oh, down by the river where the wildflower grow
All the people comin' to a carnival show
Got my little brother Bobby here, so come along
Oh, we gotta
chocolate weed inside of a weed house
Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth
Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings
Vernon, can't even count
flameborn, even darkness won't conquer our twin flame souls
We are the flameborn souls
Through this nightfall, I'll be your northern star, come what may, until
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