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The Uncluded
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TV on 10
[Verse 1:Kimya Dawson] Take a deep breath, try to relax Just close the shade, don't start to panic Hope there's no map, in the seat back Cause if I know, where we're at Right as we cross to blue from green The fiery terror will engulf me You hold my hand reluctantly But you look at me like I am crazy 'Planes almost never crash,' you say 'Almost never isn't never,' I say as I shake And I fight back tears, my biggest fear Something going on while we're up here Eyes closed tight until we land, I don't care if it's rare It happens
[Hook: Kimya Dawson & Aesop Rock](x2) It happens... (Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten) It happens...
[Verse 2: Aesop Rock] Five in a den with a TV on 10 2-29 meeting and I see beyond then Married to marathon of bad cable axis Times while the gravitron axis wind
*, told me how to hide for the club Toast of the tigers arrive in a rut *** To instruct On his own yet * * knife in the gut So I hold up light was a fiber to clutch Wednesday 9, to 98 but really Not even a cline of your time and space
Surf in a 20 inch tube And a home video of a news-cutter room But a casual flip was a light-show dice roll Looking for a chuckle, might stumble on a cyclone
This just in: tale of a plane crash Typical affliction of flinch that change pasts Harsh but the city piles stiffs like a haystack Either you're a needle or a gray mask
One channel up, wait, baby, change back Okay, a dose of the old death toll game FACT: MD-11 in the ocean Close to the coast of a cold Nova Scotia
Left JFK, smelled smoke in the vulture Found fire in the hole, never found closure Now a quote from his homeboy Jeremy: My mother took a night flight out of Kennedy What? Yup, she was Switzerland bound
Ah, dude, she's fine, dude, she's fine What you're thinking is an impossibility of design Turn it up a second if need a little peace of mind
Halifax divers find no survivors We just need the name of the city you were flying towards It's not like any of us knew the routing But the given alternative isn't one we were allowing Here's where the room run a fever: Five in a den waiting on a flight number through a speaker And I never knew a number as a cleaver Til an anchorwoman utter 'Swiss Air 111 to Geneva'
HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. What just happened? That doesn't happen We were just sitting here normal Now they got a motherless child with a father and a widower to phonecall
I remember that you rode your bike home NY autumn like a fright-night fight song Four stayed up late with the lights on Combing over every last scale in a python You were in the hearts of the posse you were raised in Spoke of in the same breathe as powerful and brave men Learned life outta death, live with his friends Five in the den with the TV on 10
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