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Yoput one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won't be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them then I forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick poking your patience
Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack (Cracking!)
I paste the game to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
and you would stop following me around the jungle gym
Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage
Marry crutch stolen wretched refuge refuse my teaming resonance
I promise temperance storm breed with a leaning conscious
In a credence relax responsive with my sports outsource the wattage
And I'm sleeping now (Wow!) And the settlers laugh
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash
You won't be laughing when the buses drag your brother's flags into rags
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs
You won't be laughing
And I hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot them then I forgot them
This origami dream is beautiful
but man those wings will never leave the ground
Without a feather and a lottery ticket, now settle down
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
Slacker bounded imitated tabloid headlined with the post
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time in ghosts
Giving crumbs for the better souls with seven deadly sins
To hear the plane to crystal conscious
To results a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished
Ok, lift me to activism chain activate street sweep
Plug in deteriorating zenith pen dragging
I hack swords wars for the morbid spreading of mad men
Now he's got soul
Sitting there licking log cabin in Charlie Chaplin waddle
I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bad dreams
Sparking my brick wall windows another thicket storm
And if one night in Gotham without the wretched
Houston we have a problem
Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins
Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch life is a beautiful woman
Your only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess
Kiss the speaker wire or either pass it for some pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black of porn visuals hear the duck hunt ticker tape
Vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
Metal Captain!
This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him: "Yeah, but only when I pedaled past him"
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way
Lyrics submitted by Ice, edited by CoySmileExposes
Track duration: 04:26
"Daylight" as written by Michael Dowdle
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC.
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"I did not invent the wheel; I was the crooked spoke adjacent." — Feeling like an outsider and that you are incompatible with reality on the terms that its been handed to you.
"Now it's an honor and I spell it with the 'H' I stole from heritage." — Probably a dig at colonialism. A line or two before this, he talks about the "American nightmare." He's talking about how the barbaric process of colonizing what we currently call the United States is dressed up as some prideful freedom that we are all entitled to just by virtue of being born on this soil. It's arrogant to think we ought to be allowed to own things like land and water.
"All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way" — Similar to the meaning of the crooked spoke line. Aesop says that all he's ever wanted to do is to reconstruct reality on his own terms since he can't accept the world he's presently surrounded by.
"Who split HOLIDAY freaks ON A BOX CUT CINEMA, high road bellow
Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus" — "Holiday freaks" refers to prostitutes. Think about the "Holiday Inn" and the "freaks" that keep finding themselves in them. This is another dig at the idea of the American dream. The "box cut cinema, high road bellow" is actually talking about a prostitute's aspiration to become a successful pornographic actor.
"Red bricks turn yellow" is a Wizard of Oz reference. This goes back to the idea that by having goals and such, we can achieve a better future for ourselves. The bit about Icarus is referring to the mythological character who flew a little too close to the sun and it ended up melting his wax wings and caused him to plummet into a body of water where he drowned and died. The myth itself is an illustration of hubris or pride, and Aesop likens it to the pride of those who believe in the American dream.
Yyo...
Put one up for shackle-me not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple-sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick pokin' your patience.
Y'all catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon, bloom, head-trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up with trickle-down anti-hero smack--
Crackin'!
I pace me game for zero hour completion greetin' splash
Duke of early retirement, pick a dream, American nightmare hoggin' the screen
--I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
If you'd stop followin' me 'round the jungle gym.
Now it's Honor and I spell it with the H I stole from Heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming resonance
I promise: temperance towards breed with a leaning conscious
See, the creed acts sense responsive, but my sports supports the wattage, and I'm sleeping now! (Wow!)
Yeah, the settlers laugh,
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash!
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags!
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs! You won't be laughing!
And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em.
This origami dream is beautiful, but man, those wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket,
Now settle down.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way,
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. (2x)
(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x)
--Slacker bounded intimate tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed, divvy crumbs for the better souls
With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience,
The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished.
Ok, link me to activism chain, activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating xenobit Pendragon
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (Alley gospel)
Sinking yer Lincoln-Log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
--I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the badge dream sparkle in my brick wall windows
Another thick installment of one night in Gotham without the wretched "Houston we have a problem
--Attached to the festive batch of city goblins"
Who split holiday freak on a box-cut cinema high road bellow
Head gripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
We're all feeling crimes congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch! Life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy.
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess.
Kiss the speaker wire; Peter Pacifism pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon vigils
Here to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels
I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace
When I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
(Metal Captain) This cat is asking if I've seen his bit of lost passion
I told him yeah, but only when I pedaled past him.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way,
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. (2x)
(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x)
The keyword here is different. My favorite hip hop artists involve such names as Mos Def, Talib Kweli (especially together for Black Star), Common, Lupe Fiasco and even Kid Cudi. They all have their style, their own message and their way to bring up the message. What I like about Aesop Rock though is that he brings up his message on a different way: he lets you figure it out urself; instead of just simple straightforward lyrics he lets your imagination do the work through the beat, tone of his voice and absurd sentences that might not make sense at first. I'm a guy from Europe and I can still relate to this song and the album on my own way... That is the beauty of Aesop Rock!
The lyrics definitely have a meaning but with all the metaphors/references from popular culture, movies, books, tales (-->general knowledge).. it's pretty much impossible for anyone but Aesop Rock himself to understand them fully. You are supposed to pick up these little pieces that you do understand and create your own picture of the message --> create a bigger picture.
"All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way."
The goal of his lyrics seems to be to wake us up. We need to see the bigger picture in order to understand that a lot things in this world are messed up and we don't even notice coz we don't use our own brain coz that is how the system (through propaganda) has trained us -> to be ignorant.
"Daylight" and the whole album does it's purpose. I love it.
If you like intelligent lyrics like this song's, here are few examples from my favorites u should try: Black Star - Thieves in the Night, Lupe Fiasco - Put You on Game, Mos Def - Life in Marvelous Times, Gang Starr - Moment of Truth, Nas - Sly Fox
If your don't take the time to analyze his lyrics, you can't form any real logical opinions.
If you like intelligent hip/hop, but need your substance in preached life lessons, or you don't want to need to think to get the message that list of artist you two have collected sounds good.
Sometimes Aesop Rock gets real, and has incredibly deep meanings but if you won't listen you wont get it; Like this song... or sometimes he tells a story.
Bucket-seater theater sucks, I duck and weave
Riddle of the pixelated ticker taking prisoners and a number please
Name and occupation: Aes, I twidddle thumbs with underlings
Orange eyes, head shrunk, age: a million, sex: drugs
Barrel in escorted by a chorus line of bedbugs
Low-tech dreck from his neck of the cement woods
We come in pieces under siege and unwilling
Kicking and screaming, creatures summoned to the feet of the city
As the parking ticketed guilty, beetlejuice in the waiting room
Ogling this bird who put the Double D in 'Day of Doom'
Personal space invader dais, pay-to-play-to-lose
And you can see a sitting duck grow up into a baying wolf
Live
Teller Number 7 looking weathered
Like a decade in a glass box yelling shook her feathers
Utter "Unto thee I surrender mine flesh!"
She said "Put the yellow sticker on your fender - Next!"
He's describing going to pay a traffic ticket... (new album BTW) It's obvious, and but the way he describes it is like non other.
Hip hop was a way for people to say what was going on in their neighborhoods through the music they created. The lyrics aren't meant to be cryptic and barely understandable, they talked about real shit that was going on. To be blunt real hip hop has a soul and something a little more meaningful and real than.
" Ya'll catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative Neptune blue head hurt splits
Ridiculous fathom the splicing of first generation
fuck up or trickle down anti hero smack"
Point being aesop rock sucks and I'm sorry this shit ain't hip hop, anyone can put together a lame repeating boring beat on fruity loops and mumble garbage over it, that doesn't make you a rapper. Save the guns, drugs, bitches, argument as well cause it just shows you don't know shit and that the streets would wreck your ass!
"Next time you wanna be a hero try saving somethin other than hip-hop
And maybe hip-hop'll save you from the pit-stop"
yo...
Put one up for shackle-me not clean logic procreation
celebrate the proliferation/creation of free thinking freedom & truth
I did not invent the wheel, I was the crooked spoke adjacent
I am not the creator, I am a failed prototype
While the triple-sixers' lassos keep angels roped in the basement
I walk the block with a halo and a stick pokin' your patience.
While evil is everywhere and has good suppressed I am as good as I can be and it pisses you off or I walk around talking about religion and of course that makes you mad when all you see is evil.
Y'all catch a 30 second flash visual
Dirty cooperative med platoon, bloom, head-trip split ridiculous
Fathom the splicing of first generation fuck-up with trickle-down anti-hero smack--
Crackin'!
(I have no idea) life is short, it’s a battle & a trip, your friends are there to help but think about how the fuck ups of those that came before us affect our life view
I pace me game for zero hour completion greetin' splash
I live relaxed and get everything done at the last minute
Duke of early retirement, pick a dream, American nightmare hoggin' the screen
--I'll hold the door open so you can stumble in
If you'd stop followin' me 'round the jungle gym.
If you live your dream, it’s like you never worked a day in your life so (early retirement) but good luck because the American dream is everywhere, shoved down your throat and it’s been corrupted into a nightmare. I will lead you to a place where that is not the case but you can’t get there by trying to copy me or someone else, you must be yourself.
Now it's Honor and I spell it with the H I stole from Heritage
Merit crutch stolen wretched refuse of my teaming resonance
We think we have done the right thing and respect our forefathers but they stole that respect from those that came before them. We use our values as a crutch to ignore whats left of the rotting truth that we stole our position but it echos in our minds.
I promise: temperance towards breed with a leaning conscious
See, the creed acts sense responsive, but my sports supports the wattage, and I'm sleeping now! (Wow!)
America has promised not to be racist, to be kind to other human beings and think about others at least on paper it looks that way but the games we play say otherwise and we ignore it.
Yeah, the settlers laugh,
You won't be laughing when your covered wagons crash!
You won't be laughing when the buzzards drag your brother's flags into rags!
You won't be laughing when your front lawn is spangled with epitaphs! You won't be laughing!
We laugh about it, take it lightly but we won’t when it all comes crashing down around us and we have to live like the rest of the world.
And I'll hang my boots to rest when I'm impressed
So I triple knot 'em and forgot 'em.
Self explanatory, he is not impressed.
This origami dream is beautiful, but man, those wings'll never leave the ground without a feather and a lottery ticket,
Now settle down.
It all looks good on paper but it will never happen unless we put our resources towards it and that is not likely so don’t freak out.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way,
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. (2x)
All he ever wanted was to take the past and make it something that he wants.
(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x)
--Slacker bounded intimate tabloid headline with a pulse
Shimmy cross the centerfold, and a dead time engulfed, divvy crumbs for the better souls
With seven deadly stains, adhere the blame to crystal conscience,
The result's a low life counting on one hand what he's accomplished.
We are not motivated, we are a walking tabloid, celebrity obsessed all thinking we are stars and give very little to the poor. We live all 7 of the deadly sins and blame the it on the fact that we don’t feel bad about it. The result is that we do not achieve much.
Ok, link me to activism chain, activate street sweep
Plug deteriorating xenobit Pendragon
Ok, lets do something about this, let’s get involved and clean this place up. Lets stop the failings of our leaders we never see.
I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (Alley gospel)
I offer the basics of a weapon to combat the dark tide of madness (don’t believe the mad men)
Sinking yer Lincoln-Log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle
--I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the badge dream sparkle in my brick wall windows Another thick installment of one night in Gotham without the wretched "Houston we have a problem
--Attached to the festive batch of city goblins"
Who split holiday freak on a box-cut cinema high road bellow
Head gripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow
They are destroying your dream and freedom of expression – but I can keep at it all day for this dream inside my head. Every day is tough in the city of decay but I don’t have a problem with the people of the city who like to have a good time and dance in the street and talk about doing the right thing. It’s a revelaton, watch what used to be streets paved in blood become a road to where you want to be.
Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus
Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bickering
Life's not a bitch! Life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch because she won't let you get that pussy.
Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess.
It’s like our failures bring us together to complain like babies but life it’s hard, life is beautiful. You only think it’s hard because you don’t know how to live, you are going against nature or maybe you’re just an asshole.
Kiss the speaker wire; Peter Pacifism pagan thresh hold
Stomach full of halo kibbles
Wings span cast black upon vigils
Here to duck hunt ticker tape vision and pick apart the pixels
I love the source of creation, I’m just a regular peaceful guy and I’ve reached my limit with your gods, I’m full of good and I don’t need them casting shadows on what I love, kill what I love or break down my every action.
I got a friend of polar nature, and it's all peace
You and I seek similar stars but can't sit at the same feast
(Metal Captain) This cat is asking if I've seen his little lost passion
I told him yeah, but only when I pedaled past him.
I have a friend who is the opposite of me but we still get along, were trying to get to the same place but cannot take the same path. (metal captain is awesome but idk wtf it means; maybe stern soldier in my head?) He is asking me if I remember where he is going, what he wants or cares about, I told him I do, but it’s a version from the past I left behind.
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way,
All I ever wanted was to pick apart the day,
put the pieces back together my way. (2x)
(Yes, yes, y'all, and ya don't stop, keep on, to the break of dawn) (4x)
TO EVERYONE WHO THINKS THEY ARE 2 DIFFERENT KINDS OF MUSIC.
Stop being stupid. You don't get to define your own genera's just because you are stupid.
Fact: Hip-Hop is a culture built on 4 elements. Rapping, DJing, Graf writing, and Break dancing. (See KRS-One)
Fact: It matters not if you like the vocals of hiphop music. If they are fast or slow. East or west or south or midwest. Spoken or sung. Monotone or not. It does not matter. Any vocals associated with hiphop music is rap.
So stop saying this is rap and this is hiphop. That's absurd.
Rappers rap. DJs DJ. And together they make rap music a.k.a hip-hop music. Which is the same shit. Comes in all sorts of flavours but it's the same fucking shit.
Stupid kids..
"Put one up for shackle-me-not clean logic procreation" - "Put one up for Shackle Me Not; clean, logic procreation"
"Shackle Me Not" is a famous skateboarding video that was made in 1988, famed for its innovation and showcasing of new tricks. "Clean logic procreation" can be put as "Clean, logical procreation" which is enforcing this idea of individualism - being raised whilst not having your opinions and your mind tainted by media or any outside influence.
"I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent"
Aesop states that he didn't "invent the wheel" which means that he did not make things this way - he did not make the "cycle". Instead, he was the "crooked spoke" adjacent to the wheel. This could mean either that he was disrupting the wheel (raging against "the man"), or he was discarded from the wheel (made an outcast), depending on your interpretation of "adjacent".
"While the Triple-Sixers' lassos keep Angels roped in the basement"
Speaks for itself really. In its plainest form: "whilst the bad keeps the good pinned down".
"I walk the block with a halo on a stick poking your patience"
This is interesting because normally you would associate the Devil with poking people with a pitchfork. However, Aesop uses that symbol as a sign of his good intentions and of how people misinterpret his intentions as being evil. Aesop is trying to open people's minds with his music, but many do not want this.
"Y'all catch a thirty second flash visual"
Simply, "you watch a thirty second advertisement"
"Dirty cooperative med platoon bloom head trip split ridiculous" - "Dirty, cooperative medical platoon bloom; head-trip, split, ridiculous"
He's referring to the tainting of the mind that the media causes, yet is using a symbol of war (a medical platoon). Medical platoons are supposed to be a form of utmost help, so this is possibly a reference to how some advertisements target a certain audience and promise to "better their lives" with whatever they are trying to sell.
"Fathom the splicing a first generation fuck up will trickle down to any hero smack; crackin' "
The "first generation fuck up" - or in other words, "American fuck up" - seems to be a reference to the person who is behind these advertisements and/or media that is destroying the minds of potential heroines and heroes. It could also be an allusion to what is being advertised. Aes is saying "think of the tainting that a media mogul will place upon a potential hero" (a "smack" means a slight trace of something, i.e. a "slight trace" of a hero.) "Cracking" is, by definition: "The thermal decomposition of a substance, especially that of crude petroleum in order to produce petrol / gasoline." You can make up your own minds on that one.