Lyrics Drums On The Wheel.lrc Aesop Rock
[id: afrmmlry]
[ar: Aesop Rock]
[al: Freedom Finger (Music from the Game)]
[ti: Drums On The Wheel]
[length: 03:45]
[00:00.08]Calling Comrade
[00:03.77]This is Major Sagar
[00:07.36]Do you read me comrade?
[00:11.17]Comrade, damn it! Come in!
[00:16.96]Comrade, please respond!
[00:21.92]His brian is fried, pack it up, missions’ over
[00:25.21]Do you read me?
[00:26.05]Do you read me?
[00:26.74]Do I need to reach through the TV?
[00:28.28]Do I need to reach through the Ouija?
[00:30.05]Houston I may have gone too Houdini
[00:31.39]I’m too uneasy, I’m out of face
[00:33.12]And I’m orange tang and I’m powdered eggs
[00:34.78]And my radio has been down for days
[00:36.23]I just stand around and sound out the phrase
[00:37.88]It go, “Do you read me?”
[00:38.96]Shook up, shoot a beanie
[00:39.84]I’ll look for the mall graffiti
[00:41.17]Deep end of some hellhole
[00:42.57]Come de-tech this tempo
[00:44.15]I been feeding back in these headphones
[00:45.76]Beating back a profound fear
[00:47.56]Farewell to my breadcrumbs
[00:49.15]Is anybody even out there?
[00:50.66]I’m like out there in that true 3D
[00:52.32]That new ether that “Do you read me?”
[00:53.89]You don’t read me, I’m barely a thing
[00:55.73]Staring off, I’m too scared to blink
[00:57.25]I might shrink some and I shrink more
[00:58.84]Shrink past this pink dwarf
[01:00.48]No sign of my polestar
[01:01.73]But oh, up here it don’t mean North
[01:03.62]Deep space and no G-force
[01:05.04]And more tumble out to some death bells
[01:06.60]Some bleep bleep robot voice
[01:08.38]Some red-light, some send help
[01:09.97]Street meet some E.T. to come
[01:11.72]Deep fry and all freak grease and re-hone
[01:13.63]Reach out, reap what he sow
[01:14.72]Jesus, do you read me?
[01:15.81]We don’t
[01:18.07]
[01:30.39]And I play drums on the wheel
[01:32.21]Whether feeling out of touch
[01:33.53]Or outgunned in the field
[01:38.07]Drums on the wheel
[01:42.25]Bomb sites and blackouts
[01:43.52]And fog lights and gas clouds
[01:45.22]Jockey through vacuums
[01:46.88]None of our flaps down, it’s shocking
[01:49.39]Shot off just one small part of some squadron
[01:51.30]That ain’t once chosen to abort shit
[01:52.83]Now we’ve honed in on our problem
[01:54.76]Non-stop until he stop and see
[01:56.16]What kind of quadrant he got lost in
[01:57.89]Do you read me, that option
[01:59.32]When y’alls options are exhausted
[02:00.88]I been dropped off in this mosh pit
[02:02.48]Instead of locked into one orbit
[02:04.16]Knock knock, fall back
[02:05.63]Or this cockpit is my coffin
[02:07.23]Boss levels, I’m doomed to repeat
[02:09.24]New dance called, “Do you read me?”
[02:10.68]It evolved as if beyond the kind of macho
[02:12.15]What’s none ping in my transponder
[02:13.99]What’s what the copy y’all plan to conjure
[02:15.68]Been handed back to y’all unresponsive
[02:17.13]Ten-hut now I’m in sync
[02:18.66]Phone home but just ring and ring
[02:20.30]Asteroids that leave marks
[02:21.97]And black holes that eat stars
[02:23.68]Green cheese and GPS
[02:25.31]Be decked with detours
[02:26.88]Fuel gauge around E street
[02:28.11]And my beacons are all blinked out
[02:29.75]I might slink up in that junk heap
[02:31.34]You can’t read in or pin down
[02:34.51]
[02:46.15]And I play drums on the wheel
[02:48.87]Whether feeling out of touch
[02:50.67]Or outgunned in the field
[02:54.84]Drums on the wheel
[02:59.67]And I play drums on the wheel
[03:01.87]Whether feeling out of touch
[03:03.38]Or outgunned in the field
[03:07.73]Drums on the wheel
[03:12.63]Year of Release: 2020