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The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

Aesop Rock

The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3 Lyrics

I could make 'em all dance, or I can sleep
I can walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete

People are made of match sticks, life is bred of flames
Noted the craft work bore the last smirk of the Damien mainframe

My boxcar siphons third rail juice from lost poets
Inhabit ocean bottom with a bin of rotten scapegoat pardons Note to self:
Don't bargain at martyr parliament rallies
Where participants squeeze in last giggle then widdle sacrificial finales

I can tie my bootlaces alone, save the knee deep offerings
Sorta brings you coughing bunk persona to light

I might, Build anti-malignant railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent

What should we do with a thousand drunken sailors?
"Kill 'em all, locate their family address, release a mailer:"

(Dear Sir or Madame, your son or daughter's embarrassed humankind
Consuming booze and gut-fuel, till their cruise had crossed the line)

I spin gold
He bats a dirty lash toward the nursery class act impressionable bubble

(Y'all could've been more subtle when polluting paradise gene puddle)
Man, huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm trying to school sheep
Toward the right idea, see ya

This basic divine subsidiary buffs gunner syllable logic, fold origami
Plantation shut
Does this picket fence hang on to your dreams kitten?
You'll probably never hear this song
Let alone sip the mission long enough to listen

Now if you were to alter masks every time fame circus approaches
Do you really think your maker wouldn't notice?

You can practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery
Brothers and sisters mothering stickler cabinet, mad and shit

I'll fix your wing for a penny and a parable
Yeah, but this friendship sunk with a barrel full of tarots pulled

Snake eyes harbor bad shiners
Then wonder why the cauldron sitting at the their rainbows ending
Rocks garbage bag liners (garbage bag liners)
I sat to breathe. Adam and Even without the Apple seed's useless
(I sat to breathe) Bashful boredom crafts a castle out of toothpicks

(I sat to breathe) I breathed too hard nearly, metamorph castle loose pins
Now I stand to breath as not to disturb the plumage
Hollering wolf in the form of one frustrated culprit
Caught a love tap full of washed up stardom, melted trying to milk it
Win a ticket to ride white lines highway sideways knelt it, smelt it

Laughter baths that hung from my rafters

That clashing wouldn't make sense (hence my tape deck)

But I ain't about to say that I'm the only catch you got bubbling

You're lucky, somehow you've managed to befriend some good people

(Knock knock. Fuck off. Kicking his lip across the floor
'til the archival vinyl venom soak the lure

Anti-clarity mechanism spit flattery burners
Fusing a million majesty murders, then stole your crown

Oh wait, that's right, you discovered me right?
Offered up the peace pipe
Then oh, it's all cotton candy when Aesop rocked a b-line

He's acting foolish left in the middle of laying bricks
(but we weren't building nothing but a great wall around these stones and sticks)
Built foundation out passion and brother's dusty Tascam
Studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems, syllable placement
You just mad because somewhere in there you came and went
(And I ain't the type to dwell) Dismissed it as casually non-compatible and bounced
Obtained status where I could straight objectively critique your after projects like
'Oh that sounds fresh' or 'Damn that shit is garbage, what happened? I'm not even laughing'
Yeah, but the barriers were broken (you choked)
You choked a few comments to the wrong Vulcan who out of respect and honor leaked your program
Now like were, both trying to sit and breathe another dawn so my advice

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About “The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3”


From an interview:


In this song, Aes is saying that his low status within the workforce(the rap industry) has the power to influence the overall process.

Tugboats move vessels that can not move themselves and aid larger ships in navigating through crowded and narrow harbors, which is a lot like what laborers do: they do the backbreaking brute work that no one else wants to do.

"The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3" Track Info

1.   Labor
2.   Daylight
7.   The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3
8.   Coma
9.   Battery
10.   Boombox
11.   Bent Life
14.   Shovel