Delicate Cycle The Uncluded
[A]I can take my finger off, [E]old dog, old trick
[G]New twist like [D]actually take the finger off
[A]Wrap it in a blanket as you [E]would a severed horse head
[G]Mail it to a friend you wanna [D]pinky swear more with and
[A]Should they need a forearm or [E]something they can practice drawing skulls on
[G]Cut it from the shoulder [D]while the saw's warm
[A]The full appendage really [E]make a world of difference
[G]Included too are 30 teeth to [D]chew out all your critics
[A]32 would have been perfect, [E]2 were casualties of it's it's-
[G]I always wanted radder things for [D]Christmas
The rest were [A]cool
I'm shipping out a [E]torso in the a.m
You should [G]learn to hit the organs every [D]time at 40 paces -
it's [A]important
I can't explain [E]why now, by the way
[G]Legs in a crate d[D]elivery by today
[A]If a uniformed man knock k[E]nocks, sign his document
[G]You shouldn't have to walk out to the [D]mailbox for the other shit
(Verse 2: Kimya Dawson)
[A]My mom was a [E]lunch lady when I was i[G]n elementary [D]school
She was [A]outside during [E]recess
She had a [G]whistle and I thought that [D]that was cool
She was [A]really nice to [E]all the kids who didn't h[G]ave a lot of f[D]riends
She would g[A]ive them hugs and [E]tell them jokes or s[G]he'd play c[D]atch with them
And, my d[A]ad worked at the la[E]undromat which was [G]really cool to [D]me
I'd get to o[A]pen up the w[E]ashing machines
And c[G]lean them out and [D]collect the money
And I'd [A]open soap d[E]ispenser and put new little b[G]oxes of soap i[D]nside
I knew [A]how it worked and I was [E]good at it
And h[G]elping out filled me with a [D]sense of pride
I would [A]meet all kinds of [E]people there and I would [G]look them in the [D]eye
And I'd say "[A]Hi! Excuse me, but [E]do you mind
If I [G]shine the glass while [D]your clothes dry?"
(Hook: Aesop Rock & Kimya Dawson) (x4)
[A]My whole [E]life is a
(My whole life is a delicate cycle)
A [G]delicate cycle, a [D]delicate cycle
(Verse 3: Aesop Rock)
Inside a [A]jar with a lid, a giant [E]arm with head
They said it [G]used to walk upright and like [D]New York after ten
One day it [A]woke up out of order, n[E]othing more to extend
[G]Delicate cycle in the [D]alpha of its orbiting zen
When it's a [A]impersonal skill is already [E]poor at its best
A c[G]onversation can be riddled with [D]exorbitant debt
And you don't [A]know it, but I know I owe you [E]more than I've kept
So if you [G]find a biohazard by your d[D]oor on the step
Maybe it [A]couldn't find its faculties, but s[E]wore it would help
Wanted to [G]be a larger part than its [D]abnormalcies let
Hang on, I'm o[A]vernighting eyes with a [E]headlight-deer stare
[G]One up, Vin Van, [D]UPS and ear pair
[A]Wear 'em if you need a new [E]perspective on a weird year
And o[G]ne day when I'm better we can [D]square away a fair share
[A]The last frame s[E]ilhouetted by the sun
Was an [G]air mail stamp on a [D]still warm tongue
(Verse 4: Kimya Dawson)
[A]I was 26[E] years old the f[G]irst time I lived in a [D]house
With a [A]washer and dryer [E]in it and that's the [G]year I bottomed [D]out
[A]Maybe what was [E]missing was the [G]sense of community[D] that comes from
[A]Hauling your [E]big old load out in public and [G]airing your dirty [D]laundry
And the [A]company of other [E]people who also don't have t[G]he ameni[D]ties
At their c[A]onvenience in a home that's [E]so set up that they [G]never have to l[D]eave
I miss the [A]smell, the dust, the [E]coins, the trust
The [G]squeaky carts, the [D]vibrations
The [A]bucket full of bleach, t[E]he dryer sheets
The [G]old pay phone, the [D]giant sink
I'd [A]watch my daddy [E]mop the floor
And [G]my heart started [D]with a quarter
I'd [A]watch my daddy [E]mop the floor
And [G]my heart started [D]with a quarter
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