Aesop Rock is a genius. I've been listening to 'Bazookatooth' for over a year now and still every time I put it on I notice something new and amazing. The most recent example of this is on 'The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History'. In this Aes reminisces about his drug using days and about how they are most definitely over. It is the last verse though that blows my mind. I never realized what he was doing in these lyrics until this week, how foolish of me!
Lazy summer days
Like some decrepit land shark dumb luck squad dog lurk sicker diluted.
Last sturdy domino lean secluded.
Don't let stupid delusions lessen super-duty labor students dragnet lifer solutions.
Daddy loved sloppy dimension like son/daughter link.
Such determinated leopards.
Successfully disheveled.
Little soldiers developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings.
Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses.
Some do.
Let sleeping dogs lie still.
Don't look so damn lackluster.
Suck defeat.
Lump sum damage?
Load, sample, delete.
Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip slide, dutch.
Low self-discipline leaders see dead lung self-destruct.
Life sucks dickhead.
Lost summers display laminates showcasing divinity live, system definitive.
Liturgy soaked, depict lowly spectacular delight.
Why, what kind of LSD you like?
Wow.
So I got to thinking, how hard would this be? I took my initials (ALF) and tried it out.
Almost Living Famous, About Lemons, First A Letter From Alfred, Little Fence, Attempted Leaf Flower Ape, Live First Ask Life Favors, Accept Loss, Failure, Anchovies, Liver, Falafel, Avocado, Lemon, Frankly All Lonely Fellas Are Lone For A Little, Frankly Any Living Folks Are Lonely For A Long File, A Lie Feels Awful, Lunch Frappes, Apple Laps, Fast Apps, Last Flaps, Accept Little Foibles And Lay Fear Away. Life’s fun.
Decent, there's a reason why there is only one Aesop Rock though. Guess I should get going now though.
Alright, loving farewell.
Post Script - Bathory decided to do one of these for me, she did the initials B.S.B though, here goes her genius, Aes style....
Before summer began,
Before sun’s bully barrage,
Snowmen blindly bumbled,
Smearing big, blissfully snowy backyards.
Blustering, stormy breaths,
Billowing, slushy bellies,
Blithely sliding banks
Beneath silver, bare-branched skies.
But buried somewhere below board,
Sown before bitter season’s blizzards,
Bubbling seeds bespeak birth,
Struggling beneath barren, solid blocks.
Better Spring’s beliefs be spoken.
Better brittle stasis be bent, see?
Because biannually solstice-belabored beings
Seek balance beyond simply being.