[00:00.000] 作曲 : The Uncluded 
[00:00.16][Verse 1: Kimya Dawson]
[00:01.74]I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good
[00:26.43]And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny
[00:29.48]I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting
[00:32.94]Had to pee when you found the best spot. Bad timing
[00:35.70]Climbing a dogwood. Barking, in bloom
[00:38.44]Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom
[00:41.48]Like a Harlem-line summertime hootenanny barbecue:
[00:44.69]Screaming "I'm fine!", but I think they all knew
[00:47.47]Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams
[00:50.68]Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies
[00:53.48]And the clock tick-tocked. It was time to leave
[00:56.70]I walked away from everyone and everything
[00:59.50]And I thought when I left, that I couldn't come back
[01:02.49]With that old household never home again
[01:05.50]And then, when I ran toward the one-man-band
[01:08.74]I began abandoning all my friends
[01:11.76][Verse 2: Aesop Rock & Both]
[01:12.26]All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
[01:15.45]Entirely divided from his hub
[01:17.69]Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier
[01:20.79]When building coverage out of rubber tires
[01:23.57]Or guns out of thumbs...
[01:25.09]Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
[01:27.22]Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
[01:29.71]Ummm... It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm
[01:32.87]Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war
[01:35.85]How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
[01:39.47]Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
[01:42.05]Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood
[01:44.51]To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
[01:47.70]Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
[01:50.85]Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt
[01:53.56]Or halo deep in water...
[01:54.86]Glub glub... wondering if running
[01:57.03]Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning
[01:59.80][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both]
[02:00.30]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[02:02.90]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[02:06.00]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[02:09.14]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[02:11.83][Verse 3: Kimya Dawson]
[02:12.26]I went east with a hole to fill in my chest
[02:14.70]I went west with it filled: off to build a nest
[02:17.72]I'm impressed. I'm depressed. I'm the best. I'm a mess
[02:20.03]With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast
[02:23.74]And next: progress, twist, turn, digress
[02:26.76]Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest
[02:29.66]I missed the rest as you might suspect
[02:32.50]And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet
[02:35.48]A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs
[02:38.82]Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun
[02:41.56]So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame
[02:44.76]I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame
[02:47.52]I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend
[02:50.56]The worry makes me scurry into my own head
[02:53.56]With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets
[02:57.15]Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me not them
[03:00.94][Verse 4: Aesop Rock & Both]
[03:01.50]All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
[03:03.52]I'm four bald tires in the mud
[03:05.71]When it's diner food or bust
[03:07.35]Spiralling a sign of whats to come
[03:09.58]While pretending I am fine with what I've done
[03:12.04]I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis
[03:15.05]And treat 'em like they seen 'em with a second set of eyelids
[03:17.76]Ok, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there
[03:21.02]Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware
[03:23.87]How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
[03:27.29]Who never knew a silence so abrupt
[03:29.79]When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush
[03:32.72]First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch
[03:35.84]Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone
[03:39.39]Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs
[03:42.04]I headed west, planned to boomerang back
[03:44.66]Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
[03:47.74][Chorus: Aesop Rock & Both]
[03:48.26]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[03:50.96]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[03:53.86]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[03:56.94]Boomer-oomerang, Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[04:00.06][Outro: Kimya Dawson]
[04:01.43]Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[04:03.22]Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[04:06.22]Boomer-oomer-oomerang
[04:09.17]Boomer-oomer-oomerang
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