Dorks (Blockhead Remix)

[Intro: The Seatbelts]

I don't feel a thing

And I stopped remembering

The days are just like moments turned to hours

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

If I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage

Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?

I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain

I'm trying to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste

The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutch

Steep in a self-imposed Stockholm and Lima in flux

Maybe an occupation popular with demons and ducks

Made any mingling akin to being seasoned and stuffed

It's a theatre of jumping jellyfish, jealous little sycophants

Miserable and flimsy from the skippies to the pissy pants

Each one separately convinced

They're sketching with Da Vinci's hands

Delusion turned the communication to prison camp

You fucking dorks ain't a threat to the cause

There ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost

I think it's funny when defendants from identical haunts

Step out the tempest, a measure of what the spectrum involves

Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

Uh

I used to hang around with rappers at the root of the scene

It meant a lot to feel the fugitive community breathe

Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naive

I know some shit about your heroes that you wouldn't believe

I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong

This song's our echolocation up in impregnable fog

That's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws

Ascend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs

In a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry

I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling

God almighty, chop an ivory tower to piano keys

Play your own dirge on the way to surfing maggot beach

You fuckin' dorks ain't a source of the art

You can't be cooler than the corners

Where you source all your parts

The poker-faced, all it takes a couple sordid remarks

We let the manticore out, We make the sorcery bark

Life is so unfair, party over here, I'll be over there

[Verse 3]

I view the rattling of sabers like a show to expose

Insecurities exploding in emotional code

When braggadocio to go from mostly jokey to gross

Corrode a homie 'til his probity is notably ghost

Before the hobby was a job, he was a miniature hell

You would wobble round your momma like an infant gazelle

The disillusionment has truly been a difficult pill

But you as anything menacing is a difficult sell

In a whistle and bell-o-rama

Black mollies that dress up like piranha

It's not even compelling melodrama

It's a comedy, somebody wanna shop you as a saga

I'm very voluntarily persona non grata

You fuckin' dorks ain't the leaders we need

This ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breed

I'm offin' coffee with the paupers over tea with the queen

Don't make him show the regency what disobedient means

Heavy load to bear, party over here, I'll be over there

[Outro: The Seatbelts]

I don't feel a thing

And I stopped remembering

The days are just like moments turned to hours