Kimya Dawson Delicate Cycle Lyrics

*Aesop Rock*
I can take my finger off
Old dog, old trick, new twist
Like actually take the finger off
Wrap it in a blanket as you would a severed horse head
Mail it to a friend you wanna pinky swear more with
And should they need a forearm
Or something they can practice drawing skulls on
Cut it from the shoulder while the saw’s warm
The full appendage really make a world of difference
And include it to a 30 teeth to chew out all your critics
32 would have been perfect
2 were casualties of its-its
I always wanted radder things for Christmas
The rest were cool
I’m shipping out a torso in the AM
You should learn to hit the organs every time at 40 paces it’s important
I can’t explain why now by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today
If a uniform man knock-knock; sign his documents
You shouldn’t have to walk out to the mailbox for the other shit

*Kimya Dawson*
My Mom was a lunch-lady When I was in elementary school
She was outside during recess; she had a whistle and I thought that that was cool
She was really nice to all the kids who didn’t have a lot of friends
She would give them hugs and tell them jokes or she’d play catch with them
And my dad worked at the Laundromat which was really cool to me
I’d get to open up the washing machines and clean them out and collect the money
And I’d open up soap dispenser and put ‘lil boxes of soap inside
I knew how it worked and I was good at it and helping out filled me with a sense of pride
I would meet all kinds of people there and I’d look them in the eye
And I’d say, “Hi, excuse me, but do you mind if I shine the glass while your clothes dry?”

*Kimya and Aesop*
My Whole life is a delicate cycle
A delicate cycle
A delicate cycle
*Aesop rock*
Inside a jar with a lid, a giant arm with a head
They said it used to walk upright and like New York after 10
One day it woke up out of order; nothing more to extend
Delicate cycle in the alpha of it's orbiting Zen
When in a personal skill has already poured it's best
A conversation can be riddled with exorbitant debt
And you don’t know it but I know I owe you more than I’ve kept
So if you find a biohazard by a door on the step
Maybe it couldn’t find it’s faculties, but swore it would help
Wanted to be a larger part than it’s abnormalcies let
Hang on, I’m over knighting eyes with a headlight deer-stare
One up, Bin-Ban, UPS, and ear pair
Wear ‘em if you need a new perspective on a weird year
And one day when I’m better we can square away a fair share
The last frame silhouetted by the sun was an air mail stamp on a still warm tongue

*Kimya Dawson*
I was 26 years old the first time I lived in a house with a washer and dryer in it and that’s the year I bottomed out
Maybe what was missing was the sense of community that comes from hauling your big old load out in public and airing your dirty laundry
And the company of other people who also don’t have the amenities
At their convenience in a home that’s so set up that they never have to leave
I miss the smell, the dust, the coins, the trust, the squeaky carts, the vibrations
The bucket full of bleach, they dryer sheets, the old pay phone, the giant sink
I’d watch my daddy mop the floor, and my heart started with a quarter
I’d watch my daddy mop the floor, and my heart started with a quarter

*Kimya and Aesop*
My Whole life is a delicate cycle
A delicate cycle
A delicate cycle