"Heavy-Handled, Rattle-Battles"

Astronautalis - Two Years Before the Mast, Lyrics here: http://lyrics.wikia.com/Astronautalis:Two_Years_Before_The_Mast

"Heavy-Handled, Rattle-Battles"

None of them overlap

Faced to defeat feet

Looking down at a mirror

I saw evil, in my reflection

They seem to cancel each other out

Mocking creases snicker, loudly

Things are not always what they seem to be

I bulged away belts, and my dresses

I swing and sway, knocking over small things

Crying waves claim they broke their glass of water

Cogently heavy men, slosh in their in their high tops

Simply by walking by

This unforeseen being

This one kid

This one guy

Plots thicken, as the man entered his shoes

For the first time, she says his first rhymes

And this caught me off guard

So I discarded, the regard

Walking toes, and crawling fingers

Seem to linger, from the motherly whispers

I told you so

Not to call again, you eloquently scrawled

You walk from the room

In a bit dismay

Do the right thing

And tell secrets to this gawking way

Shake your booty, rattle his cage

Taunt him, and flaunt him

Give him his cute innocent rage

Pour the boy a drink she says

Rum-filled and milk-shakes

The lady sloshed onto the floor

Cooing men, stare at starry eyed eyes

Their caring harlots, they forever into gaze more

Silk blankets wrap his chest

His bran new leather jacket

Holding him close

You simply play a game of bump

You spill over the door frame

Clattering full glasses

In merriment before dusk

You gave way, to let a new day be

Dreamily smells of his scent, as you traded patter with him

His arm somewhere around your waist

Your fingers wet,

You were all with excitement

Magical drops from some of these gabbling drinks

The first date, where you meet, and greet

This extra, flubbing meat

Lift purses off the floor, replace it all

Give birth it all...even this full kitchen sink

Stare down the mirror, stand with lofty grace

Of what was meant to be

Even if new bumpings, happen in the future

Things are not always what they seem to be

So I say, swing those hips

And swing that cradle, you crease heavy girl

Hula-hoop around poles, and have a taste

Of a girl's mind

Oh boy!, you shout...with glee

Reflected rays gleam even in the darkest crevasses

As feet slip on the icy carpet, and fall into holes made of doubts

As you lay in the bed, legs spread wide

Foot-holds hold your feet steady

As the natural way, drops out of the load

We stand with our individual hands posted upright

We have a heavy hold, and kiss goodbye

The foggy breezes, from the bottom of this bottle

Time for one more game of peek-a-boo

When no more you have the time to doubt

One more doubt...In you

That you have met this boy before

Who forever fall from heaven

Holding his own, inside his ore-like

Shell.

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