Teleprompters

[Verse 1: 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 I preach self-love I know it’s true It’s easier to say than do I send the 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 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 [Verse 3: 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 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 4: 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