Boomerang

[Verse 1: Kimya Dawson] I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting Had to pee when you found the best spot, bad timing Climbing a dogwood, barking, in bloom Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom Like a Harlem-line summertime hootenanny barbecue: Screaming "I'm fine!", but I think they all knew Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies And the clock tick-tocked, it was time to leave I walked away from everyone and everything And I thought when I left, that I couldn't come back With that old household never home again And then, when I ran toward the one-man-band I began abandoning all my friends [Verse 2: Aesop Rock & Both] All dressed up, like a spider in a cup Entirely divided from his hub Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier When building coverage out of rubber tires Or guns out of thumbs... Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf Ummm... it's getting cold, sugar water getting warm Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt Or halo deep in water... Glub glub... wondering if running Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning [Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang [Verse 3: Kimya Dawson] I went east with a hole to fill in my chest I went west with it filled, off to build a nest I'm impressed, I'm depressed, I'm the best, I'm a mess With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast And next: progress, twist, turn, digress Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest I missed the rest as you might suspect And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend The worry makes me scurry into my own head With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me, not them [Verse 4: Aesop Rock & Both] All dressed up, like a spider in a cup I'm four bald tires in the mud When it's diner food or bust Spiralling a sign of what's to come While pretending I am fine with what I've done I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis And treat 'em like they seen 'em with a second set of eyelids Ok, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup Who never knew a silence so abrupt When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs I headed west, planned to boomerang back Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match [Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both] Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomerang, boomer-oomer-oomerang [Outro: Kimya Dawson] Boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomer-oomerang Boomer-oomer-oomerang