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![Aesop Rock - Living Curfew (feat. billy woods) [Official Audio]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/dBR-5KQ-2es/hqdefault.jpg "Aesop Rock - Living Curfew (feat. billy woods) [Official Audio]
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SONG CREDITS:
Written by Aesop Rock and billy woods
Produced by Aesop Rock
LYRICS:
(Aesop)
Golden hour is like mom tripping,
“You come down here right this instant!”
Sits on the front step, chips and a Sunkist
Dumb for a sun-kissed brick or Pikmin
I click, click, it’s difficult to pick one
That depict the wisdom in a particular condition
Like plain old birds in the same old food fight
Rebranded and draped in the good light
Folk break from a day at the bullfight
All to come pray in the radiant bullseye
I don’t blame y’all, the force awakens
On Flatbush Avenue forest-bathing
Blood pressure aint a touch extra
My cholesterol back to nothing special
Skin clear, and my legs strong
And my spine fused, and migraine gone
And bodega spangled in a mere 35
Octillion lumens at a low angle
Through incense smoke from a folding table
It’s basically natures stolen cable
Til it aint, time is a pick to the ice
Right when you chilling it be chipping at the vibe
Most tip a hat and slip into the hive
But I dip into the grid, rats sniffing out the mines, like…
Nightfall is like pop wiling
It’s coming in hot, try not to fight it
That helicopter, that 5-0 siren
CB squawking “find me those vice grips”
A mean Brian Eno mixtape, an ego lifeless
Drift in the eye of the side quest
The sign read please don’t feed the wildlife
Unless throwing meat to mislead the night shift
Son this is whirlwind country
A world flushed from the brush pen of Kim Jung Gi
Swirling, junkyard tires and loveseats
And house pets, all swept up into one beast
I love y’all, bring your adult teeth, and move in the lulls
A pulse in the juice with the pulp,
Midnight pushing obscene Katamari
Vs. little old me and what army? Huh…?
Loser/weeper, in the wee hours, speaking to Mu in the ether
I can see him in a earth tone ‘lo hat
And throwback shoes like guess who at Easter
I can bounce ideas off an angel or demon
Or any other brand of Cthulhu
I can rinse in the ambient wind
But I can’t relate the intangibles to you
Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like...
Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like…
Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like…
Crystals in the handle of my hammer to the anvil like...
(billy woods)
I walk this city strictly witching hours
Feeling dangerous, feeling like I gave you power
Trees rustle in they sleep, wildlife scurry to feed
Its a light on in the tower
Shadows move in a deep smile, rows of redundant teeth
They can see yous a coward
Street lamps is buoys in oceans of black
Im swimming on my back
The moon but a yellow piece of crack in the firmament
Peer into the dark Copernicus
Fellow travelers pass tense
Wondering if its our turn in the tournament
Every morning on the steps with my little herb.
Every morning a mad woman come through feeding the birds
Walking crazy fast, tossing fistfuls of bread
Might as well be feeding the rats, but the rats already well fed
Fentanyl in the pack, if they could theyd come back
From the dead and buy it again
I remember when nights was ambulance sirens
Watchin em put bodies inside em
Sometimes somebody outside willing
On empty streets dead silent
Half empty stores scared to breathe
I sit on steps now with my lil weed
I walk the long way around the jects
Them brothers is looking a little lean
I’m taciturn on the strip, I get my shit, turn, and I leave
Pachyderm, I never forget the faces of thieves
Head full of worms, some days its bees
Some mornings the air feels clean
I can see her coming, trundling down the block
Then stopped, picked a dead bird off the curb
Stuffed it in her bag
teeth barely bared when she hurried past
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![Atmosphere - Still Life (feat. Murkage Dave) [Official Video]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/esA4keoRoQ0/hqdefault.jpg "Atmosphere - Still Life (feat. Murkage Dave) [Official Video]
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VIDEO CREDITS:
Directed by ZooDeVille, Slug & Siddiq
Shot and edited by ZooDeVille
Portrait illustration by ArtofManu (https://www.youtube.com/@Artofmanu)
SONG CREDITS:
Created by Atmosphere
Produced by Ant
Written and performed by Slug
Features a chorus written and performed by Murkage Dave
Piano, bass, guitar & synth by G Koop
Percussion, rhodes & synth by Graham Richards
Cutting & scratching by Plain Ole Bill & Ant
LYRICS:
A lotta pain
Been shooting from the sky
And the tears they fall
Hot like flame don’t know why
But still life
Still life finds a way to look gorgeous
And you still look gorgeous darling
Even though it’s all coming to an ending
The whole thing look pretty like a painting
Until the end of time that’s what we said
Never woulda guessed that there wasn’t much time left
There’s no precedent to represent it
Might as well have thought that we would float away like dust in the sunset
I wanna put you on the back of my bicycle
And push like I’m peddling the circle of life with you
The sky’s falling let me strike all the personal strife
And try to be the best version of the person you like
You know the plan we exist to resist
Just hold my hand ‘til it falls off my wrist
Poison in the well airborne contagions
Government surveillance and home invasions
We been predicting Armageddon ever since the beginning
Something in weather something in the war
We been pretending that time’s never ending
This must be how it feels when there’s something to live for
A lotta pain
Been shooting from the sky
And the tears they fall
Hot like flame don’t know why
But still life
Still life finds a way to look gorgeous
And you still look gorgeous darling
Even though it’s all coming to an ending
The whole thing look pretty like a painting
Do you recall if all of it always felt so out of control
I don’t know but maybe this is simply how it’s supposed to go
And if it’s still possible
Maybe we should slow down and watch the show
It’s like the worlds on fire
On top of that my love feels like fire sirens and flashing lights
I realize this ain’t the time to lie you down now
‘Cause we should probably find some higher ground now
In the event that this is truly the apocalypse
I don’t wanna miss that midnight kiss
If we’re both still alive when we arrive on the other side
Then forever we can be by each other’s side
It’s like a bowl full of plastic fruit paint a picture
The truth never needed an attitude to convince you
Even at your funeral something’s trying to kill you
You always look beautiful to me and you still do
A lotta pain
Been shooting from the sky
And the tears they fall
Hot like flame don’t know why
But still life
Still life finds a way to look gorgeous
And you still look gorgeous darling
Even though it’s all coming to an ending
The whole thing look pretty like a painting
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