Aesop Rock - No City Lyrics






[Verse 1:]
For want of a nail the shoe was lost
For want of a shoe the horse was lost
For want of a horse the rider was lost
For want of a rider the battle was lost
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost
And all for the want of a horse shoe
There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn
Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
If you would clue the crew into the civil
Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls
Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police
Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas
And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate
Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens
A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer
Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater
Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties
Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties
And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now
For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down
The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him
Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck
Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you
Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day
All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster
When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters

[Chorus:]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city tomorrow
No fire too live
No city too charred
To treaty to sign
No city to guard

[Verse 2:]
I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach
Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up
I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive
Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like
Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man
Have clued into suitor's capital to a beggars hand
Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony
With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat
Umm, what?!?
The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma
Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer
Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver
If you make no friends on the way to the top rung
There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck
But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons
All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry
Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive
If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground
They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town
Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles
Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
Riders to the east
Now the wild tribes
Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high

[Chorus:]
No mountain too high
No city too far
No coma tonight
No city tomorrow
No fire too live
No city too charred
To treaty to sign
No city to guard

And all for the want of a horse shoe





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  1. s.... r....

    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. h.... ....

    the fuck this mean

  3. D.... F....

    "Two opposing motherships shall not employ the gunner's deck cause brotherhood's a public good" - Urban Jesus

  4. r.... ....

    Hes criminally underrated

  5. v.... ....

    For want of a nail the shoe was lost
    For want of a shoe the horse was lost
    For want of a horse the rider was lost
    For want of a rider the battle was lost
    For want of a battle the kingdom was lost
    And all for the want of a horse shoe
    There is a hole in front of the shovel, shovel in front of the brawn
    Six billion gorillas for whom the graves yawn
    Each withered his mule-ish days to choose his tool of trade
    Dueling blades that cue the cruel charade and fuel the flames
    If you would clue the crew into the civil
    Just get the food and land like you the man who flew the coop over the pit-bulls
    Dash back flashy to compassionate nano police
    Sat beneath an avalanche and jagged and nautical seas
    And I would stop the violence more than I was Pontius Pilate
    Cops and robbers riot by the vows of noxious sirens
    A is gullible he figure all man equal no brainer
    Take it his friends and neighbors didn't cater
    Moms raised the babies through a very church-y eighties
    Sunday mornings reinforced the waiting gates of Haties
    And he brazen but apparently infernal bound now
    For when a man had coughed recite his wrongs he wouldn't bow down
    The punishment should fit the reasons you must punish him
    Never puncture skin or pull the colored rugs from under them
    Two opposing mother ships shall not employ the gunner's deck
    Cause brotherhoods of public good do not employ the unctuous in you
    Observing how the giveth is disproportionate to the taketh away decide to maketh his day
    All the stoic odium glowing a coal holster
    When he coulda stood easily in the tub juggling toasters

    [Chorus:]
    No mountain too high
    No city too far
    No coma tonight
    No city tomorrow
    No fire too live
    No city too charred
    To treaty to sign
    No city to guard

    [Verse 2:]
    I pick the phone up with a grown-up mode approach
    Skin crawlin off the drawl and now it clawed the awkward tone up
    I'd known it wasn't roses but hoped it was less corrosive
    Coast in to the focus of the grossest diagnosis like
    Holmes, the barnicles that chew upon the flesh of man
    Have clued into suitor's capital to a beggars hand
    Comfortably, sung a stubborn legacy of gluttony
    With carnivores that burrow like hunters into the blood and meat
    Umm, what?!?
    The chinny chin up and the city picked her sinning pen up let her numb the spitting stigma
    Along came a spider sold her eggs to any buyer
    Now the shooter in back is six legs wider than the driver
    If you make no friends on the way to the top rung
    There is no secret handshake club I do not give a fuck
    But know the cancers make the olive branches obviously standard
    So when they extend from the yachts and mansions drop your cannons
    All kings hang em for the cliff side drip dry
    Will he clip to zip line or slip for his final dip dive
    If he live, will he survive the milligrams of middle ground
    They pump into the pinstripe pentagrams over tinsel town
    Or kill a man who trickled down the city with his scissors out as sickles
    Dipped in military hells bells and whistles
    Riders to the east
    Now the wild tribes
    Thank you for the peace on earth and mercy miled high

    [Chorus:]
    No mountain too high
    No city too far
    No coma tonight
    No city tomorrow
    No fire too live
    No city too charred
    To treaty to sign
    No city to guard

    And all for the want of a horse should

  6. J.... D....

    This is the song that got me into Aesop Rock. Just amazing.

  7. Y.... V....

    Is it me or is he off beat

    Y.... V....

    "drunk feeling" effect abuse?

    Y.... V....

    With Aes it's probably deliberate.

    Y.... V....

    It's called syncopation, look it up. Aesop is a drummer - he knows what he's doing

  8. C.... ....

    for one to the pussy, the penis was lost

  9. B.... M....

    I hope one day that people study Aes' lyrics from Labor Days and None Shall Pass

    B.... M....

    Benjamin Miller hey don't be leaving out Bazooka Tooth here

  10. S.... ....

    how is anyone giving this song thumbs down..lol

    S.... ....

    STERLINGSTINGER they're the poetically uninitiated

  11. O.... U....

    my fav aesop track

  12. J.... J....

    This album is just flawless, it leaves a fresh afterglow in my mind. There's just this really satisfying feeling when you hear an artist one hundred percent express themselves in their music. Aesop does it with just his words. Blockhead is amazing and does that in his own music, what a brilliant collaboration. But you've got to admit, even without the track hearing those expressive vocal tones from Aesop would knock you on your ass.

    J.... J....

    Jacob James shhhh

  13. M.... W....

    Aes hit his pinnacle on this album in my opinion. His vocals, and the production are flawless

    M.... W....

    Probably helps that Blockhead was on a few of the songs.

    M.... W....

    Max Weaver didn't he do 90% of this album?

    M.... W....

    Yup every track is replayable as hell

  14. J.... S....

    "This is the life and the life will not end."

    J.... S....

    not really..this is the life we create everyday, but we do not care

  15. R.... K....

    *God*, what a dope track!

  16. J.... P....