Cecil Otter
Cecil Otter is a compelling musician for the same reasons he’s good with cards. The technique runs on charm, patience, intuition, and precision.
Cecil is one of the founding members of Doomtree. As an emcee he’s admired for his lyric, cinematic style. He writes about love, vengeance, and redemption—and the spaces where the three convene. His narratives ride on his imagery: sepia flickers of loners, beauties, ghosts, and vagabonds.
As a producer, his sound is nostalgic. Read Full BioCecil Otter is a compelling musician for the same reasons he’s good with cards. The technique runs on charm, patience, intuition, and precision.
Cecil is one of the founding members of Doomtree. As an emcee he’s admired for his lyric, cinematic style. He writes about love, vengeance, and redemption—and the spaces where the three convene. His narratives ride on his imagery: sepia flickers of loners, beauties, ghosts, and vagabonds.
As a producer, his sound is nostalgic. He features swooning guitar lines, masterful drums, vinyl crackle, and distant voices. The effect is melodic, often melancholic, and seems to draw on the sentiment of another, more romantic era.
Cecil’s fascination with rap music started when his big sister ran away from home. She left a box of rap cassettes beneath her bed, all intentionally mislabeled to prevent confiscation by her parents. Easy E with a Jon Bon Jovi sticker. N.W.A as Michael Bolton. At eight, Cecil memorized every word, intent on impressing her when she returned.
A few years later, Cecil learned to skate, went semi-pro and spent hours practicing with high school friends Stef (P.O.S.) and Johnny (Paper Tiger). Kai (MK Larada) made the occasional visit, often with a camera in hand. The same varied cast of characters began making music together—some rap, some punk, some rock—and by 2000 the name Doomtree surfaced.
Now, almost a decade later, Cecil has contributed to nearly a dozen releases in the Doomtree Records catalog. His most recent full-length, Rebel Yellow, was re-released by Sage Francis for Strange Famous Records. He's now recording his solo project, Porcelain Revolver.
Solo Projects
False Hopes 7
Rebel Yellow
http://www.doomtree.net/cecilotter/
Cecil is one of the founding members of Doomtree. As an emcee he’s admired for his lyric, cinematic style. He writes about love, vengeance, and redemption—and the spaces where the three convene. His narratives ride on his imagery: sepia flickers of loners, beauties, ghosts, and vagabonds.
As a producer, his sound is nostalgic. Read Full BioCecil Otter is a compelling musician for the same reasons he’s good with cards. The technique runs on charm, patience, intuition, and precision.
Cecil is one of the founding members of Doomtree. As an emcee he’s admired for his lyric, cinematic style. He writes about love, vengeance, and redemption—and the spaces where the three convene. His narratives ride on his imagery: sepia flickers of loners, beauties, ghosts, and vagabonds.
As a producer, his sound is nostalgic. He features swooning guitar lines, masterful drums, vinyl crackle, and distant voices. The effect is melodic, often melancholic, and seems to draw on the sentiment of another, more romantic era.
Cecil’s fascination with rap music started when his big sister ran away from home. She left a box of rap cassettes beneath her bed, all intentionally mislabeled to prevent confiscation by her parents. Easy E with a Jon Bon Jovi sticker. N.W.A as Michael Bolton. At eight, Cecil memorized every word, intent on impressing her when she returned.
A few years later, Cecil learned to skate, went semi-pro and spent hours practicing with high school friends Stef (P.O.S.) and Johnny (Paper Tiger). Kai (MK Larada) made the occasional visit, often with a camera in hand. The same varied cast of characters began making music together—some rap, some punk, some rock—and by 2000 the name Doomtree surfaced.
Now, almost a decade later, Cecil has contributed to nearly a dozen releases in the Doomtree Records catalog. His most recent full-length, Rebel Yellow, was re-released by Sage Francis for Strange Famous Records. He's now recording his solo project, Porcelain Revolver.
Solo Projects
False Hopes 7
Rebel Yellow
http://www.doomtree.net/cecilotter/
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Rebel Yellow
Cecil Otter Lyrics
I'm a loner dotty, they call me Rebel Yellow
But they don't know me dotty.
Hello dotty, you can call me Mellow Yellow.
You know I love you dotty, I'm waking up with you,
But you don't know me dotty, I'm tangled up in blue,
And there aint nothin new
I just want to come get my fangs stuck in you
Now I'm a lone wolf unchained with crooked fangs (here I come, here I come)
And I didn't come to put your fire out I don't fear your flames (here I come)
I hear 'em callin your name (for cryin out loud)
I hear 'em callin your name (for cryin out wolf)
I hear 'em callin you out (I hear 'em callin you out)
I'm here I'm callin you out. (I'm hear I'm callin you out)
I raised awareness, so you can call me daddy
I took care of your sheriff, man I'll shoot 'em all gladly
Mr. happy go hungry, on the search for where my badge and gun are buried
Now your just mad or scared
Because you got no more little toys to look after
They said you poisoned a perfectly good pasture
We asked your whereabouts they only had one good answer
And they said there was no choice in the matter
And that their voice didn't matter
And the white noise in your laughter
Was just a void that couldn't capture a filler in time
While you tried to put those pillars in line
I was watchin horror films hoping the killer was fine
Figured it was prime to tinker with your spine
While you played the role of Jesus I was spilling your wine
Just to kill some time, they thought it was for justice
So now it sucks less for me because I crushed your destiny
And ducked the lust for a mess to clean up, you love less of me now
Never trust a breath I breathe out, I'm sufficiently breathless
Just blood and flesh, yes, you see now?
Weed out your garden let me come and find the flowers
Before you summon the final hours for someone thats blind to cowards
I devour jealousy, complaints, and poor sportsmanship
Now you're over-apologetic, wet with a thousand types of tears
And I don't get it, you kept them right behind your ears
Tried to steer me near your beaten path of bad company
I said I keep my feet in glass and thats comforting
Thats coming from the king of the road to recovery
Who's got a soul thats old and I'm singin odes about cold to cut it free
It's just like me, nothings changed
I'm just a lone wolf unchained with crooked fangs (here I come, here I come)
And I didn't come to put your fire out I don't fear your flames (here I come)
I hear 'em callin your name (for cryin out loud)
I hear 'em callin your name (for cryin out wolf)
I hear 'em callin you out (I hear 'em callin you out)
I'm here I'm callin you out. (I'm hear I'm callin you out)
And they said, they just wanted to have a kiss
And you were all like, do you wanna battle bitch?
And then you said, our history is too fragile to juggle with
But now misery's the only man you'll cuddle with
And its so clear, you drew weapons on those you hold dear
Said you were dancin in private, but you're two steppin on toes here, dear dotty.
Contributed by Amelia E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Hero.hiphop
I'm a loner, Dottie
They call me Rebel Yellow
But they don't know me, Dottie
Hello, Dottie
You can call me Mellow Yellow
You know I love you, Dottie
I'm waking up with you
But you don't know me, Dottie
I'm tangled up in blue
And there ain't nothing new
I just want to come get my fangs stuck in this
Now I'm a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangs
Here I come, here I come
And I didn't come to put your fire out
I don't fear your flames
Here I come
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out loud
I'm here, I'm calling your name
For crying out wolf
I hear I'm calling you out
I hear I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I raised awareness so you could call me daddy
I took care of your sheriff, man, I'd shoot 'em all gladly
Mr. Happy Go Hungry
On the search to where my gun and badge are buried
Now you're just mad or scared
Because you got no more little toys to look after
They said you poisoned a perfectly good pasture
We asked your whereabouts, they only had one good answer
And they said there was no choice in their matter
And that their voice didn't matter
And the white noise in your laughter
Was just a void they couldn't capture
A filler in time, while you tried to put those pillars in line
I was watching horror films hoping the killer was fine
Figured it was prime to tinker with your spine
While you played the role of Jesus, I was spilling your wine
Just to kill some time, they thought it was for justice
So, now it sucks less for me because I crushed your destiny
And dubbed your lust for a mess to clean up
You love less to me now
Never trust a breath, I breathe out
I'm sufficiently breathless
Just blood and flesh, yes, you see now
Weed out your garden, let me come and find the flowers
Before you summon the final hours for someone that's blind to cowards
I devour jealousy, complaints, and poor sportsmanship
Now you're over-apologetic, wet with a thousand types of tears
And I don't get it - you kept them right behind your ears
Tried to steer many your beaten path for bad company
I said I keep my feet in glass, and that's comforting
And that's coming from the king of the road to recovery
Who's got a soul that's old and I sing you odes about codes that cut it free
It's just like me, nothing's changed
I'm just a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangs
Here I come, here I come
And I didn't come to put your fire out
I don't fear your flames
Here I come
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out loud
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out wolf
I hear I'm calling you out
I hear I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
And they said they just wanted to have a kiss
And you were all like, "You want to battle, bitch?"
And then you said, "Our history is too fragile to juggle with"
But now Misery is the only man you'll cuddle with
And it's so clear, you drew weapons on those you hold dear
Said you were dancing in private, but you're two-steppin' on toes here
Dear, Dottie
Hero.hiphop
I'm a loner, Dottie
They call me Rebel Yellow
But they don't know me, Dottie
Hello, Dottie
You can call me Mellow Yellow
You know I love you, Dottie
I'm waking up with you
But you don't know me, Dottie
I'm tangled up in blue
And there ain't nothing new
I just want to come get my fangs stuck in this
Now I'm a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangs
Here I come, here I come
And I didn't come to put your fire out
I don't fear your flames
Here I come
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out loud
I'm here, I'm calling your name
For crying out wolf
I hear I'm calling you out
I hear I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I raised awareness so you could call me daddy
I took care of your sheriff, man, I'd shoot 'em all gladly
Mr. Happy Go Hungry
On the search to where my gun and badge are buried
Now you're just mad or scared
Because you got no more little toys to look after
They said you poisoned a perfectly good pasture
We asked your whereabouts, they only had one good answer
And they said there was no choice in their matter
And that their voice didn't matter
And the white noise in your laughter
Was just a void they couldn't capture
A filler in time, while you tried to put those pillars in line
I was watching horror films hoping the killer was fine
Figured it was prime to tinker with your spine
While you played the role of Jesus, I was spilling your wine
Just to kill some time, they thought it was for justice
So, now it sucks less for me because I crushed your destiny
And dubbed your lust for a mess to clean up
You love less to me now
Never trust a breath, I breathe out
I'm sufficiently breathless
Just blood and flesh, yes, you see now
Weed out your garden, let me come and find the flowers
Before you summon the final hours for someone that's blind to cowards
I devour jealousy, complaints, and poor sportsmanship
Now you're over-apologetic, wet with a thousand types of tears
And I don't get it - you kept them right behind your ears
Tried to steer many your beaten path for bad company
I said I keep my feet in glass, and that's comforting
And that's coming from the king of the road to recovery
Who's got a soul that's old and I sing you odes about codes that cut it free
It's just like me, nothing's changed
I'm just a lone wolf, unchained with crooked fangs
Here I come, here I come
And I didn't come to put your fire out
I don't fear your flames
Here I come
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out loud
I hear I'm calling your name
For crying out wolf
I hear I'm calling you out
I hear I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
I'm here, I'm calling you out
And they said they just wanted to have a kiss
And you were all like, "You want to battle, bitch?"
And then you said, "Our history is too fragile to juggle with"
But now Misery is the only man you'll cuddle with
And it's so clear, you drew weapons on those you hold dear
Said you were dancing in private, but you're two-steppin' on toes here
Dear, Dottie
RyanGiggsOBE
Cecil makes everything sound like poetry rather than just rap. Amazing talent
Bry Themagicguy
i love the pee wee herman referance at the beggining
Revere Tha MC
1:59 has got to be the dopest line I have ever heard!
Scott McKinstry
Love this one and Box Car Diaries!
Tom Barlow
Guitar sample sounds like Mahavishnu Orchestra - You know, you know.
GeminiEye1
The 2000-2010 era of MN hip hop needs to be recorded in history.
Adrian Goodfriend
Aaaah, Mahavishnu... If anyone wants another sample of You Know You Know, give Mos Def's Kalifornia a listen!
Peace!
MultiAndrejjj
Underground hip hop at his finnest
John Winker
Sad to see no Cecil Otter on 89.3 top 893 since 2000. My vote failed to break it.