Purple Moss cover
Purple Moss cover

Purple Moss Lyrics Meanings
by Malibu Ken, Aesop Rock, TOBACCO


Purple Moss Lyrics

I talk like it hurts to talk, mascot of Murphy's Law
From the claw game at the Walt Whitman mall
To the worst curb cuts of the urban sprawl
To what stirs in the purple moss
Which world make a perp' less scurred of his quirks and flaws
Or make it okay to learn how you are no jury
Instead of all insecurity, no mercy
Every year his skin get thinner
You can almost see the Abilify in his innards
If it's into the blood or back up through the gizzard
With a little bit of last night's dinner, liver
Standby for the clan by the river
Built ramps in summer, tanned hides in the winter, anti-winner
Stare at the stars from an empire builder to anywhere far

Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder
Wildfire in the wilder'
Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder

I shake my fist at the very same gate
That I would've climbed up before it became lame
Now I just curse and pretend it's the same
Curse at a person who ain't do a thing
And everyone around you is surfing a wave
Or a singular jerk in a circle of saints
Never mistook for a bird or a plane
Mistook for a hearse in the rain
Germ in a wound
Bit a few heads off a Hydra
Deadbeat friends in the lens of his Leica, yikes
When a stained God turn fire into ice
I would rather die on spikes
Before you ever take to a colony
Take note of your escape velocity
And watch odd folk not care who you are
From an empire builder to anywhere far Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder
Hi-ho silver
Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder

Sulked in a sublimation
Have you ever seen such evasion?
Work til he well done
Bank in a borderline, burnt
The certified temper ensure a wide berth
Night king, wild Earth
Butter hand with the serum
His old man haunt him, his own fam fear him
His cold bad hands are attached to a breathing meat
That learned to roll weed with its feet
Do not make me turn this car around
No sleep til the bars are barred to town
Bar case bump through a claw marked Arkham
Bars on the window
Barbs in a jargon
Black armband, offsides on guard
Dark guard marksman, march through the heartland
Dream of a chair in a yard from an empire builder to anywhere
Far

Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder
High pass filter
Live from an empire builder
Empire builder
Live from an empire builder

Writer(s): Ian Matthias Bavitz, Thomas James Fec
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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