Teleprompters

[Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]

Ever since I was a kid

On the backs of my two eyelids

I hid two Teleprompters there

Transmitting words from who knows where

Walkie-talkie on a mission

Roger, roger will I listen

Or will I just pass it along

In the form of a sing-a-long

Whammies and Noids be void and null

I feel a tingle in my skull

Like ticker tape the words appear

There’s a parade between my ears

[Chorus: Kimya Dawson]

I preach self-love I know it’s true

It’s easier to say than do

I send these messages to you

But now I need to hear them too

I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable

I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

I was laying bricks in a line

Yap full of dog toy

Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid

Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup

First learn to eat paint at St. Peter’s preschool-yum

Now that’s a painkiller I can speak through

Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool

See my mother said her father drew a ton

But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72

The year that he would subsequently pass

I know he had a stroke but I assume that’s only half

And now I’m signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman

Marrying his ash to his dust

Last on the kickball team draft pick-list

First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips

I’d like to say it’s ‘cause I was a rebel

Truthfully it’s easier to say “oh hell” instead of “hello”

(Hi, you need to get out more)

I dunno, I don’t wanna be there when the geometry domino

(You need to get out more)

Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing

(You need to get out more)

Never I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure

(You need to get out more)

Fine

[Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]

Ever since I was a kid

On the backs of my two eyelids

I hid two Teleprompters there

Transmitting words from who knows where

And this is why when I’m on stage

My eyes are closed I’m in a haze

I look like I’m made out of clay

I’m overwhelmed and under-glazed

I’m making vases out of snakes

I’m a kiln half-full of mistakes

When kneading it, air’s overlooked

It’s gonna crack when it gets cooked

So self-forgiveness is the key

To re-sculpting my sanity

Mindfulness, humility

And taking time to care for me

[Chorus: Kimya Dawson]

I preach self-love I know it’s true

It’s easier to say than do

I sing these messages to you

But now I need to hear them too

I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable

I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable

[Verse 2: Aesop Rock]

I was laying bricks in a line

Yap full of copper-top

Picturing a life beyond that of a dish-washer bot

Buzz ping

Criss-crossed arms in a tub ring

Learned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numb

Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat

Some part ways and it’s fugly

Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser

That each individually making the same gesture

And you don’t wanna interrupt the overlapping network

So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure

To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs

And differing definitions of liberty and justice

Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt

He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world

And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms

Until you hear a little voice say “yo let’s go get dessert”

Wait-what?

You need to get out more

I dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY alone

You need to get out more

Maybe, maybe not

Maybe I'll just stay back and survey the lot

You need to get out more

Never I am nailed to the walls in a jail made of deserts

You need to get out more

OK