Aesop Rock - 1+1=13 Lyrics






Scum of the earthly
I plug into the 1+1=13
Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows
They saw the circle is lawn, poking at serpents and skulls
Working a curious beak
He's seeking mercy on his virtuous bones
We see the [?] the type of jury that votes
I know you trying to find a little bit of math in your misfortune
Miss him with the supernatural
There has to be some order
There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet and wishbones
Horseshoes over door-frames, Feng Shui, fishbowls
Plant life dies when I bop through the glade
Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames
I'm the worst
Crashed out crown made of black clouds
Troll-face roll snake eyes from a glass house
Passionately waiting in a sea of cursed funk
I'm a vacationing Brady where the tiki surfs up

If anybody out there show me a sign
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
We load our bowls, we close our eyes

My bed got two wrong sides and and a yawning
Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it's haunting
No causality, back the bad juju
It's act of irrationality
Brash and a tad cuckoo, at last
A little superstition stupify the hoard
Treating reasonable morns like warriors to unhorse
There is no amount of tourmalinated quartz
That would counter the disturbance in the force
Seeing doors
Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails
The four leaves fail, live from the slime trail
Where luck is a white whale
Love is a work of fiction
Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction
Sure his mercy is a myth and all the worlds there ever were
It's into curious insurgent to an early sepulcher and that sucks
Foxhole crashed
My two lucky socks don't match
My [?] scratched

If anybody out there show me a sign
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
We load our bowls, we close our eyes

Hey
When you wish upon a barn star
Deliver us from "nyuck, nyuck" and "hardy har har"
Deliver shady lady luck from the dark arts
She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark, quick
I'm writing from the plight of the godless
Where pig and swap piety for shinier objects
And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic
Though it hasn't got us any less divided and conquered, look
The rock shock still knock on wood
No shame, still aim for the top of the food
Chain
My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six
Every three tries Satan kind of wins
Untied shoes aliven a wild goose
The winner is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof
Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn
Turn seven years into seven more
It's yours

If anybody out there show me a sign
Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
We load our bowls, we close our eyes





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  1. v.... s....

    Need this instrumental.

  2. B.... ....

    This is my luck in a nutshell

  3. v.... ....

    Scum of the earthly
    I plug into the 1+1=13
    Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows
    They saw the circle is lawn, poking at serpents and skulls
    Working a curious beak
    He's seeking mercy on his virtuous bones
    We see the [?] the type of jury that votes
    I know you trying to find a little bit of math in your misfortune
    Miss him with the supernatural
    There has to be some order
    There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet and wishbones
    Horseshoes over door-frames, Feng Shui, fishbowls
    Plant life dies when I bop through the glade
    Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames
    I'm the worst
    Crashed out crown made of black clouds
    Troll-face roll snake eyes from a glass house
    Passionately waiting in a sea of cursed funk
    I'm a vacationing Brady where the tiki surfs up

    If anybody out there show me a sign
    Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
    We load our bowls, we close our eyes

    My bed got two wrong sides and and a yawning
    Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it's haunting
    No causality, back the bad juju
    It's act of irrationality
    Brash and a tad cuckoo, at last
    A little superstition stupify the hoard
    Treating reasonable morns like warriors to unhorse
    There is no amount of tourmalinated quartz
    That would counter the disturbance in the force
    Seeing doors
    Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails
    The four leaves fail, live from the slime trail
    Where luck is a white whale
    Love is a work of fiction
    Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction
    Sure his mercy is a myth and all the worlds there ever were
    It's into curious insurgent to an early sepulcher and that sucks
    Foxhole crashed
    My two lucky socks don't match
    My [?] scratched

    If anybody out there show me a sign
    Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
    We load our bowls, we close our eyes

    Hey
    When you wish upon a barn star
    Deliver us from "nyuck, nyuck" and "hardy har har"
    Deliver shady lady luck from the dark arts
    She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark, quick
    I'm writing from the plight of the godless
    Where pig and swap piety for shinier objects
    And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic
    Though it hasn't got us any less divided and conquered, look
    The rock shock still knock on wood
    No shame, still aim for the top of the food
    Chain
    My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six
    Every three tries Satan kind of wins
    Untied shoes aliven a wild goose
    The winner is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof
    Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn
    Turn seven years into seven more
    It's yours

    If anybody out there show me a sign
    Leaders of the free world blowing on dice
    We load our bowls, we close our eyes

    v.... ....

    They sorta circle his lawn

    and

    Messin' with the supernatural

  4. G.... C....

    This song is the perfect explanation of my luck. And that's why i love-hate it.

  5. G.... ....

    I thank fantano for showing me this album

  6. G.... S....

    May the odds be ever in your favor..

  7. A.... M....

    I bee, leave... they call this dope.

  8. U.... ....

    Fucking awesome

  9. M.... J....

    2:17 and on....wtacutalf.

  10. T.... B....

    How am I the first comment?

    T.... B....

    "Auto-generated by YouTube."

    T.... B....

    The uploader keeps deleting them

  11. T.... ....

    Aesop you and the boys have made some awesome music!

  12. H.... W....

    I'm going to be listening to this until June

    H.... W....

    ya just this track mate

  13. J.... O....

    Scum of the earthly, I plug into that 1+1=13
    Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows
    They sorta circle his lawn, pokin at serpents and skulls
    Workin a curious beak, he's seekin mercy on his virtuous bones
    We see this ain't the type of jury that votes
    I know you tryin to find a little bit of math in your misfortune
    Miss him with the supernatural, there has to be some order
    There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits' feet and wishbones
    Horseshoes over doorframes, Feng Shui, fishbowls
    Plant life dies when I bop through the glade
    Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames, I'm the worst
    Crashed out crown made of black clouds
    Troll-face roll snake eyes from a glass house
    Passionately waiting in a sea of cursed funk
    I'm a vacationing Brady with a tiki, surf's up

    If anybody out there, show me a sign
    Leaders of the free world blowin on dice
    We load our bows, we close our eyes

    My bed got two wrong sides and a yawning
    Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it's haunting
    No causality, back the bad juju
    It's act of irrationality, brash and a tad cuckoo, alas
    A little superstition stupify the hoard
    Treating reasonable norms like warriors to unhorse
    There is no amount of tourmalated quartz
    That would counter the disturbance in the force, seeing doors
    Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails
    The four leaves fail, live from the slime trail
    Where luck is a white whale, love is a work of fiction
    Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction
    Sure, his mercy is a myth in all the worlds there ever were
    It send a curious insurgent to an early sepulcher
    And that sucks, foxhole crashed
    My two lucky socks don't match
    My Hanzo's scratched

    If anybody out there, show me a sign
    Leaders of the free world blowin on dice
    We load our bows, we close our eyes

    Ayy, when you wish upon a barn star
    Deliver us from "nyuck nyuck" and "hardy-har-har"
    Deliver shady Lady Luck from the dark arts
    She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark, quick
    I'm writing from the plight of the godless
    Where pagans swap piety for shinier objects
    And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic
    Though it hasn't got us any less divided and conquered, look
    The rock shock still knock on wood
    No shame, still aim for the top of the food...chain
    My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six
    Every three tries, Satan kinda wins
    Untied shoes, alive on a wild goose
    The winter is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof
    Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn
    Turn seven years into seven more, it's yours

    If anybody out there, show me a sign
    Leaders of the free world blowin on dice
    We load our bows, we close our eyes

    J.... O....

    Wish I knew what Tobacco was saying lol still gonna rock to this

    J.... O....

    @Emphasize Right?! Thought he'd include that in the lyrics.

    J.... O....

    Isn't is supposed to be "That would counter the disturbance in the force he endures"?

    J.... O....

    Thank you so much my dude

    J.... O....

    @LostOasis12 yeah that's what I hear also