[00:01.954][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]
[00:17.957]Ever since I was a kid
[00:22.453]On the backs of my two eyelids
[00:25.198]I hid two Teleprompters there
[00:27.450]Transmitting words from who knows where
[00:29.963]Walkie-talkie on a mission
[00:32.701]Roger, roger will I listen
[00:35.201]Or will I just pass it along
[00:37.460]In the form of a sing-a-long
[00:40.202]Whammies and Noids be void and null
[00:42.210]I feel a tingle in my skull
[00:44.957]Like ticker tape the words appear
[00:47.459]There’s a parade between my ears
[00:49.707][Chorus: Kimya Dawson]
[00:49.953]I preach self-love I know it’s true
[00:52.459]It’s easier to say than do
[00:54.961]I send these messages to you
[00:57.459]But now I need to hear them too
[00:59.961]I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
[01:10.205]I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
[01:19.955][Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
[01:20.200]I was laying bricks in a line
[01:21.220]Yap full of dog toy
[01:22.959]Picturing a life beyond that of a protocol droid
[01:24.467]Bleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soup
[01:28.446]First learn to eat paint at St. Peter’s preschool-yum
[01:29.709]Now that’s a painkiller I can speak through
[01:32.949]Airbrush letters on a pristine gene pool
[01:35.207]See my mother said her father drew a ton
[01:37.469]But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72
[01:40.704]The year that he would subsequently pass
[01:42.458]I know he had a stroke but I assume that’s only half
[01:44.948]And now I’m signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentleman
[01:48.205]Marrying his ash to his dust
[01:49.708]Last on the kickball team draft pick-list
[01:52.207]First to the King Kullen practicing his kickflips
[01:54.956]I’d like to say it’s ‘cause I was a rebel
[01:57.455]Truthfully it’s easier to say “oh hell” instead of “hello”
[01:59.650](Hi, you need to get out more)
[02:01.898]I dunno, I don’t wanna be there when the geometry domino
[02:05.142](You need to get out more)
[02:07.152]Maybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacing
[02:09.136](You need to get out more)
[02:12.403]Never I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressure
[02:15.141](You need to get out more)
[02:17.407]Fine
[02:18.140][Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]
[02:19.894]Ever since I was a kid
[02:22.132]On the backs of my two eyelids
[02:24.632]I hid two Teleprompters there
[02:27.138]Transmitting words from who knows where
[02:29.884]And this is why when I’m on stage
[02:32.387]My eyes are closed I’m in a haze
[02:34.143]I look like I’m made out of clay
[02:37.149]I’m overwhelmed and under-glazed
[02:39.151]I’m making vases out of snakes
[02:42.137]I’m a kiln half-full of mistakes
[02:44.653]When kneading it, air’s overlooked
[02:47.139]It’s gonna crack when it gets cooked
[02:49.655]So self-forgiveness is the key
[02:51.897]To re-sculpting my sanity
[02:54.643]Mindfulness, humility
[02:56.641]And taking time to care for me
[02:59.402][Chorus: Kimya Dawson]
[02:59.648]I preach self-love I know it’s true
[03:02.398]It’s easier to say than do
[03:04.643]I sing these messages to you
[03:06.900]But now I need to hear them too
[03:09.392]I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
[03:19.395]I am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable
[03:28.651][Verse 2: Aesop Rock]
[03:29.834]I was laying bricks in a line
[03:31.332]Yap full of copper-top
[03:32.832]Picturing a life beyond that of a dish-washer bot
[03:34.338]Buzz ping
[03:35.595]Criss-crossed arms in a tub ring
[03:37.346]Learned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numb
[03:39.085]Learned dark days by the scent of poached dove meat
[03:43.095]Some part ways and it’s fugly
[03:44.844]Maybe the sum of the parts became lesser
[03:46.588]That each individually making the same gesture
[03:49.338]And you don’t wanna interrupt the overlapping network
[03:51.837]So you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressure
[03:54.333]To disappear instead of interfere with nutty customs
[03:57.079]And differing definitions of liberty and justice
[03:59.580]Big dummy dig a hole in the dirt
[04:01.832]He put his head in the hole; he is alone in this world
[04:03.840]And dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of worms
[04:06.837]Until you hear a little voice say “yo let’s go get dessert”
[04:08.841]Wait-what?
[04:10.578]You need to get out more
[04:11.589]I dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY alone
[04:14.080]You need to get out more
[04:16.337]Maybe, maybe not
[04:18.588]Maybe I'll just stay back and survey the lot
[04:21.338]You need to get out more
[04:21.846]Never I am nailed to the walls in a jail made of deserts
[04:25.289]You need to get out more
[04:26.042]OK