Aesop Rock - Citronella Lyrics




[Intro:]
I stood before the glittery borders of new radius
In search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet
What I found was a gutter where the love of entertainment
Meets the lust for blood and demerits

[Verse 1:]
Cutters of the pie, throw your summers in the sky
Collar-pop Jolly Roger die, motherfucker, die!
Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion
Snuck a jammy through the red tape and tiptoed past him
Worm teeth grinding feverishly below
As little organic hacksaws eager to feed and grow
So when it's Blackhawk over the glass walk
They surface up through the cash crops
With clippers for your belly-up mascots and never dine alone
Meanwhile, back at sea level, it was home by home zone for zone
Bloom County's homeless riot for home ownership;
I hope you put gas in the motor-home and know the roads
I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb
As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb
And that's unevenly rendered
To those who grew up thinking faith was a surrender of reason, but not a reason to surrender
Catch the Liberty Fires' catalog:
40 torched orchids and citronella for Algernon
Don and Vagabond, alike, repent
This shit should have been, "Beta burns Babylon. The End."

[Chorus:]
And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors
To murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before
They said...
(Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
(Difficult... isn't it?)

And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky
No love lost, baby, the future is so bright
(Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
(Difficult... isn't it?)

[Verse 2:]
Nothing says "charm" like an armored car
Taking the clone-farm 'tards to the arms bazaar
We were the homemade marker makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts
And march through the gauntlet of car alarms
No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier
Than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears
But we can run with scissors through the city fair
Or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art of splitting hairs!
Double park the shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark
Where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy Clarks
These are the vices of the p-noid bastards
Who will chew whatever tablets blur the axioms fastest
But crews lose lunches by the hundreds
Lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing
Humming, "Keep your mouth closed. Keep your cows cloned. Go!"
"I am the pulse of this fucking town, homes, no!"
My, what a convenient embargo
At least I'll always know which side of the gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from
The too-far-gone kicks, still in the box
Fix, still in the pill in his sock
Chilling, gill in the slop, and a million watch Gideon scribes
But once the arc honor pussy and bribes, the animals will divide
And that's a win for the garish who keep charity in the parish
While profiting off the lack of a marriage (amongst the classes.)

[Chorus:]
And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors
To murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before
They said...
(Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
(Difficult... isn't it?)

And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky
No love lost baby, the future is so bright
(Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
(Difficult... isn't it?)

[Verse 3:]
The mobile infantry is so postal
Coast into the quotient provoking the local Pistol Pete
Choking his liberty and justice quotas and cloaking his folk in smithereens;
Smokey little pile of bloody pulp and co-dependencies
Dopey, no surrender, bender in effect
Sole defenders of the longest night New York had never slept
And there were jumping jacks and whistlers over Christmas
Like Rockets From The Crypt spilling the festive morning beverage of your preference
I step in Hog Heaven, stony, with no weapons
Pissing on teleprompters, selling megaphones to hecklers
Who broadcast 80 million versions of the sermon
For that one indisputable masterpiece before the curtains
Pale, Arcadian moon, high-definition, flat plasma
IMAX, city-wide transfer
Artificial Einstein-Rosen out the tenement
Ease into the "Xanadu", let it hammer the tension out
I'm talking cool, calm, dominant phenomenal
Monitor face to the wall opposite
U.F.O.'s and locusts sing the same old song
While the Weathermen get retarded as the day is long

[Chorus:]
And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors
To murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before
They said...
(Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
(Difficult... isn't it?)

And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky
No love lost baby, the future is so bright
(Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
(Difficult... isn't it?)





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  1. stevie ray genoch

    https://youtu.be/BQsyGj4Keco
    https://youtu.be/xIByirSbwUY
    https://youtu.be/3WYMctjt3wE
    https://youtu.be/KzcwqfA9GKo
    https://youtu.be/oJHz72tiNP0
    https://youtu.be/CvgYZ5pCZOs

  2. redhotchilifan98

    Skateboarding to this song is so fun Aesop an underrated beast

  3. redhotchilifan98

    That beat absolute🔥🔥fuckin underrated

  4. Daniel Guru

    What fresh hell is this?

  5. vaylonmagicxi

    I stood before the glittery borders of new radius
    In search of the fabled city of mud and crushed velvet
    What I found was a gutter where the love of entertainment
    Meets the lust for blood and demerits

    [Verse 1:]
    Cutters of the pie, throw your summers in the sky
    Collar-pop Jolly Roger die, motherfucker, die!
    Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion
    Snuck a jammy through the red tape and tiptoed past him
    Worm teeth grinding feverishly below
    As little organic hacksaws eager to feed and grow
    So when it's Blackhawk over the glass walk
    They surface up through the cash crops
    With clippers for your belly-up mascots and never dine alone
    Meanwhile, back at sea level, it was home by home zone for zone
    Bloom County's homeless riot for home ownership;
    I hope you put gas in the motor-home and know the roads
    I studied with the finest combs stuck under my thumb
    As opposed to the loaded nose who pray Armageddon is numb
    And that's unevenly rendered
    To those who grew up thinking faith was a surrender of reason, but not a reason to surrender
    Catch the Liberty Fires' catalog:
    40 torched orchids and citronella for Algernon
    Don and Vagabond, alike, repent
    This shit should have been, "Beta burns Babylon. The End."

    [Chorus:]
    And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors
    To murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before
    They said...
    (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
    (Difficult... isn't it?)

    And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky
    No love lost, baby, the future is so bright
    (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
    (Difficult... isn't it?)

    [Verse 2:]
    Nothing says "charm" like an armored car
    Taking the clone-farm 'tards to the arms bazaar
    We were the homemade marker makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts
    And march through the gauntlet of car alarms
    No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier
    Than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears
    But we can run with scissors through the city fair
    Or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art of splitting hairs!
    Double park the shuttle, some will arc the funneled cutty sark
    Where budding narcs target the gushing heart in the muddy Clarks
    These are the vices of the p-noid bastards
    Who will chew whatever tablets blur the axioms fastest
    But crews lose lunches by the hundreds
    Lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing
    Humming, "Keep your mouth closed. Keep your cows cloned. Go!"
    "I am the pulse of this fucking town, homes, no!"
    My, what a convenient embargo
    At least I'll always know which side of the gun I'm supposed to buy the farm from
    The too-far-gone kicks, still in the box
    Fix, still in the pill in his sock
    Chilling, gill in the slop, and a million watch Gideon scribes
    But once the arc honor pussy and bribes, the animals will divide
    And that's a win for the garish who keep charity in the parish
    While profiting off the lack of a marriage (amongst the classes.)

    [Chorus:]
    And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors
    To murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before
    They said...
    (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
    (Difficult... isn't it?)

    And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky
    No love lost baby, the future is so bright
    (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
    (Difficult... isn't it?)

    [Verse 3:]
    The mobile infantry is so postal
    Coast into the quotient provoking the local Pistol Pete
    Choking his liberty and justice quotas and cloaking his folk in smithereens;
    Smokey little pile of bloody pulp and co-dependencies
    Dopey, no surrender, bender in effect
    Sole defenders of the longest night New York had never slept
    And there were jumping jacks and whistlers over Christmas
    Like Rockets From The Crypt spilling the festive morning beverage of your preference
    I step in Hog Heaven, stony, with no weapons
    Pissing on teleprompters, selling megaphones to hecklers
    Who broadcast 80 million versions of the sermon
    For that one indisputable masterpiece before the curtains
    Pale, Arcadian moon, high-definition, flat plasma
    IMAX, city-wide transfer
    Artificial Einstein-Rosen out the tenement
    Ease into the "Xanadu", let it hammer the tension out
    I'm talking cool, calm, dominant phenomenal
    Monitor face to the wall opposite
    U.F.O.'s and locusts sing the same old song
    While the Weathermen get retarded as the day is long

    [Chorus:]
    And when the radio stars climbed up out of the floors
    To murder the medium that shot 'em 30 years before
    They said...
    (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
    (Difficult... isn't it?)

    And when the cutters of the pie throw their summers in the sky
    No love lost baby, the future is so bright
    (Kill... television! Kill... television! Kill... television!)
    (Difficult... isn't it?)

  6. Jon Palmer

    Damn that Bangs.

  7. StreetCliche

    I like that last verse when he raps over beat jugglin..so sick

    James Kelly

    shout-out to DJ Big WIz

  8. madison symons

    Probly one of my favorite tracks

  9. hundreds of tears

    this was one of my favorite songs when i was 14. thanks aesop rock for my life.

  10. bruh jacob

    The start to the second verse hypes me up like nothing else

  11. POOLBOY Willis

    Nothing says charm like an armored car taking the clone farm tards to the arms bazaar.. ..

    theculprit101

    POOLBOY Willis I enjoy that line so much.

    Ezra Dactyl

    Lines that slip from the lip like butter drips, oh baby

  12. Ya_Boi _Desmond

    Aesop Rock is a legend wish he was more well known

    Ezra Dactyl

    Is that Desmond from ass asso creedo onetober?
    Nice

  13. Still Image

    Classic!

  14. frokopop

    Gotta be my favourite aesop hook

  15. Diodes

    Holy shiiiit! This is heavy as fuck. Reminds me Commencement for some reason.

  16. Isaac Hepworth

    Sounds kinda similair to Gorillaz

    Tsolemn Beach

    qualitywise, yes
    otherwise, no

    rekdoman

    i guess it somewhat reminds me

    Lil Chimp

    Check out the first album and y'all will understand

    Dandy Guy

    i can hear the stylistic similarity

    Isaac Robinson

    Maybe a little inasmuch that both like quirky beats.

    That's a dream collab, btw.

  17. MrEpic7203

    k i l l t e l e v i s i o n

  18. J Kelly

    this beat, sick

  19. Sofia Baltazar

    "no love lost, baby, the future is so bright"

  20. Wally P Doyle

    The main beat is from Snakefinger's cover of the Residents song Smelly Tongues. Check it out.

    Psykodactyle

    I actually came from there both this and that one are sick

  21. Dana Green

    Been listening to this song on repeat for hours lol

    Mo E

    same :D

  22. Suicide_King

    Uh huh uh huh uh huh...

  23. Jordan Ranieri

    he needs to ake a video for this song! It would be dope

  24. Blood Shed

    i dont know if its because im not the brightest bulb on the tree or if its because aesop is a lyrical mastermind but it usually takes me bout 2 or 3 listens to actually get what he's talking about.
    fucking love aesop.

    jerd

    +Blood Shed only 2-3? I listen to his songs a hundred times each and still dont know the meaning of every line

    Blood Shed

    well I mean to get the basic info of what the song is about. There's no way in hell I could pick 1 aesop song and interpret it line for line. but I will know what the song is about at least. if you get what I'm sayin

    Luke Cole

    Mushrooms help when listening to Aes, haha.

    Keith Saunders

    Dude I'm fuckin' lost

    Christoph Gould

    You can get many different meanings/ metaphors of his lyrics, ive come to the conclusion theyre pretty much open to whatever you hear them as.

  25. Y.k. Kim

    One of my favorite rappers, such an excellent vocabulary to match an excellent flow. Gotta always remember to kill television...

    rekdoman

    terrible isnt it?

    rekdoman

    difficult isnt it (oops)

    Jason Suchanek

    Couldn't have said it any better. This man's got of the widest vocabularies in the rap scene that's actually good.

    toastyghost

    better vocab than shakespeare, along with priest and a good chunk of wu-tang...

    https://pudding.cool/2017/02/vocabulary/index.html

  26. stephane grimbert

    if you like , you can listening to this : Snakefinger - Smelly Tongues

    James V.

    stephane grimbert I love snakefingers

  27. Darnell Allen

    This song is spitacular.  I like his choice of KRS One sound bites.  One of my favorite rappers.

  28. dealy

    love this song!

  29. Trevor Cory

    kill television, difficult isnt it?

    Rickys philosofy

    TREVOR CORY, SMOKES!

    Adam ꦸ

    I always thought it said "typical, isn't it?" as if it was mocking the people who always complained about television.

    Bird Rustler

    ... typical ...

    I Hate White people that act Black

    Smart phones killed the Television

    Raos TheGray

    @I Hate White people that act Black youd hope so but here it is still

  30. Mr Slim Rankin

    One of my favorite songs by Aesop