Текст песни Nickel Plated Pockets (Aesop Rock) с переводом

Can I get a quarter or something?

Little hungry, you know what I’m saying? (Alright Ok)

Homeless…

I need a loosey, yo…

(Yo…)

Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels

And a city full of horns, jackhammers, and rape whistles

The alley cats manipulate the blocks with gutter magic

Today my heart beats only out of habit

Check it, it’s like.

My man Jus used to keep an ox between his teeth

Said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef

We chuckled out loud

Still the thought of it intrigued me, (right)

So now I keep a jackal under my tongue to spit with related reasoning

The earthworm turbulent murder burnout Gerber baby no-brainer memoir stardom

Alarmed, pardon the old buzz deader

Robert Crumb ugly dumb image

Barely sprung fairly numb grimace

Nearly cut cherry blood spicket wrists back in high school (now it’s like)

Slide, with a millipede pedagogue pirate

Navigates city sump systems, urbanite turbines, twisted Pistons,

Termites that infect sturdy grillage

There’s roaches in the pillars, spillover

And crawl across commuter-clean wingtips and loafers

It’s the theme park I built

Pocket full of nickels for cigarettes, gum, and milk

Bitterness, love, and violence

I’m writing a petition to have smoking as a sport

In the 2002 Summer Olympic Games (wanna sign it?)

Now look, I jux germs draggin a gavel knee deep in a maggot hatchery

Operation capture flag by any means

If this means anything at all, anyway it’s a riddle

Walking to the store with a pocket full of nickels

Ay uh, yo excuse me (Ay Yo) yo

Can I borrow a dollar or something? (Ah sorry man) Nickel?

(Sorry man, I can’t help you out dog) Quarter?

Something, man? (Yeah I only got enough for like cigarettes and shit man)

Alright man, I see how it is. (I'm straight)

Walk into the store with a pocket full of nickels

And a city full of World Trade Center victim candle vigils

There’s anthrax in our mailboxes and Xanax in my tummy

There’s a single Spanish female out west traveling the country

Freak of Fantasia leak laser major. Running bases

Neighborhood watch weasels pace in ugly acres more than often

If I ever make it big, I’m gonna build a skyscraper

Tall enough to piss on Cloud 9 egos from my corner office

You can’t pull the plug on a catapult (nope)

I toss a nickel to a bum’s cup from twenty paces thumbs up

Got twenty ways to tell you shut the fuck up

Nineteen of 'em are 24 bars long, the other one goes (SHUT THE FUCK UP!)

Animatronic daddy long legs stay grimy up in your zoning wall, gobbling

villagers trying to hide behind the windmill

I joust riding pig-back through subway tunnels with a third rail lance

While most still try to penetrate the alligator glance (It goes)

Back of the class, throwing pencils at professors

It made the Barbarellas giggle

That’s when life’s pleasures were simple

Now it takes a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops

To even make em buy the god-forsaken single!

Thou shalt not desecrate the soothing spiral

Offered by a classic cut to vinyl

Find that in the Bible!

Miter saw militia fix ya up

How bout a pyramid shaped torso

With your hollow numbskull balancing on top

Now if you gotta rock a gas mask outside of your own apartment

You could pretty safely quote Shamar

Life’s Ill, sometimes Life might kill, sometimes prayers dwindle

Walking to the store with a pocket full of nickels

Yo (ay what’s up man?) Yo can I ohh…

No. Never mind, man. (I can’t help you out man)

Asshole! (Yo man, I’m trying to help myself out right now)

Fucking asked you for a loosey and you turned me down. (Dog, I’m sorry dog!)

Walk into the store, same pocket, same nickels

In a city where every crack in the sidewalk’s a symbol

Where there’s crack in the basement, where there’s krakens and slave ships

Where there’s crack whores and corrupt pigs killing cats trying to crack cases

My boombox runs on a baboon heart transplant (This is hell!)

I got a poltergeist on a leash trained by Carroll Ann herself

Two Thousand something…

When technology ate itself glutton

Every move I make’s from a robot gepetto pressing a red button

It’s Vietnam in the fumes…

So I run with cannibals that bite the hand that feeds cuz it tastes better than

the food

The prickly outer shell’s genetic, it helps defense mode

But it also helped to fuck up a couple of sacred friendships

Watch a six legged insect crawl out of the billy goat beard

Watch a sick makeshift bitch threat fall out when the filthy smoke clears

Watch the insect’s stinger sting threat till it has sweat a bullet

Sweat a full clip, sweat a river, dead the bullshit, sail away and wither

You’re the kind of cat that rolls a pimped out Caddy

Dropped with rims and limousine tints bumpin Enya

Insert laughter here

I wanna rap a lot and stack cheddar by the fistful

But for now, I walk into the store with a pocket full of huhh…

Excuse me, man. (alright ok)

Can I… Can I borrow a dollar or something to eat?

(alright ok) I’m… I’m hungry

I’m saying yo… (alright ok) (Look at that.)

I’m homeless, man. (Look at that bum) (alright ok)

I fought for this country, man. (yeah)

Sleep on park benches… starvin'

All I need is like a loosey and like a sandwich or somethin', man.

Wiping my ass with the Daily News man… c’mon man…

Sleepin' with squirrels… (Oh my god, What are you doing with that squirrel?)