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Aesop Rock – Zero Dark Thirty

They did not know how long they had been there (x7)
Unsigned hype
Front line aeronauts flurry
Zero dark thirty
Zero Friends minotaur-fugly stepchild
Evoke lunch jumped over plunging necklines
Up, beside tongue-tied hungry enzymes
Devolved into mothmen munching textiles
Out past go-time
Back 10 fried worms chubbier
Brown grass both sides
Canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t lose
Can’t gain
Smoke out moles like a force of nature
Pray fortune return to his favor
Maybe in the form of a nest egg
Maybe in the form of a tesla death ray
Or a solid gold scene with something better to celebrate
Than powder on a face like a flatfoot on jelly day
M-m-moral compass all batshit
Spinning in the shadows of immoral magnets
Are we supporting the artist or enabling the addict
I mean, I guess it matters to me
I wish it mattered to you
How a thousand virtues
Kick the same bucket like chinatown turtles

Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one x5

(Check his own) Breakneck pulse
Over colors in a drain
That emote sugar skulls in the rain
Flower-eyes melting
Guided by a levee made of bath tiles, tilting
Quarter up and headed for the kill screen
No corner cut, no build team
Only a particularly menacing
Angle perpendicular to everything
Boys room cherry bomb
Boy/goon very much runnin’ with the devil in the mellotron
Here’s where a tale of caution
Pounds coffin nails
To bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth
Nevermind straw to gold
Spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles
Arm in the maw
Fish out pith like a business card from a jar at the mall
A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause
Get stuffed with cartoon cigars
Cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost
Around folk backed into what they most lampoon
Shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles
Daisy, declawed pound, no thank you
Fade me
Failed all basic training
But I spent a couple groundhog days with a changeling
Silhouette, the god’s last cigarette
Anything less would be ri-god-damn-diculous

Roving packs of elusive young become
Choke-lore writers over boosted drums
In the terrifying face of a future tongue
Down down from a huntable surplus to one x5

(lyrics courtesy of

How do you critique that?

No options,
Eat anything,
Other people.
Is it me v the world
Or can I build a team?
Do I know anything?
No choice, believe.
Watch the wings unfold.
Zoom across the sky.
Do or die,
Stuck in between
real and virtual,
Emotionally broken,
And sociable.
Make peace
Under a microscope.
Keep it local.
Factor in
Factors out
Of your control
As pain, a toll.
You are given the
Attention given
Endangered species
Still living,
Somewhat interesting.
Don’t give in
To violent,
Impulse driven
Hard living
In the tradition
Of early settlers
Building a fence.
Now’s your chance.

2 replies »

  1. OK, so I’m an old guy who hates my daughter’s music. How do I explain that I’m now an Aesop Rock fan? No really, this guys good. Pigs? Holy Smokes? What a great songs.

  2. I don’t know the history, but it sounds like you want to share this common interest with your daughter. You risk rejection. That’s hard. Do it anyway. When you show vulnerability, like saying that you were wrong about her music, it allows her to see you as human, which will make her trust and relate to you more. Keep in mind that if she doesn’t want to share musical interest with you, like she renounces Ace Rock all of a sudden just because you like him, that’s about her asserting independence and growing up. It’s not really a rejection of you. It’s a rejection of non-independence. As she moves out of that phase she’ll realize how lucky she is to have a cool dad.

    And the best way to start is to rock the shirt or hoodie. You will be sharing this music with the whole world. Music is ideas enshrined in audible communication, organized sound. Our brains are amazing at processing audio input. That’s why songs make great mnemonic devices. Epic poems. The ABCs song. It’s technology. Data is ensconced in familiar patterns which allows it to be recalled more reliably and more quickly. Our big cultural challenge is “which data.” That’s what Aesop Rock is talking about in this song when he says “something better to celebrate that powder(drugs) on the face.” The message in popular music is not worth committing to memory. It’s a culture war, and you can fight it by advertising good music on your shirt instead of brand loyalty, or other information not worth sharing. Good luck.