After releasing a pair of albums with the Freestyle Fellowship, To Whom it May Concern... and Innercity Griots, Acey signed to Capitol Records and released his highly acclaimed solo debut, All Balls Don't Bounce, in 1995. He returned three years later with his second album, A Book of Human Language, a collaboration with producer Mumbles.
Acey returned solo again in 2001 with his third solo album, Accepted Eclectic. In 2002, the Freestyle Fellowship returned after 9 years for the release of their third group album, Shockadoom. 2002 and 2003 saw two more solo releases, Hip Hop and the World We Live In and Love & Hate and another A-Team album ('Lab Down Under'). In 2006, Aceyalone released two more solo projects, first, Magnificent City, a collaboration with producer RJD2, followed by Grand Imperial. 2007 sees Acey releasing the first in his planned explorations of world musics, Lightining Stikes.
Widely recognized as one of the more lyrically gifted in the history of emceeing, Aceyalone embodies the sophisticated west coast style that is showcased in other indie artists such as Blackalicious and Del Tha Funkee Homosapien.
The Jabberwocky
Aceyalone Lyrics
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Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Aceyalone's "The Jabberwocky" is a lyrical adaptation of the Lewis Carroll poem "Jabberwocky." The poem begins with "Twas brillig, and the slithy toves / Did gyre and gimble in the wabe," creating an otherworldly setting that sets the stage for the adventure that comes later. The language used is nonsensical, and in this strange land, even the creatures have peculiar names, such as borogoves and mome raths. Carroll is known for using language as a way to playfully confuse his readers, and Aceyalone uses this poem to create a similar effect. The setting of the poem is quite literally a figment of the imagination; Aceyalone's use of this poem as inspiration for his own lyrics sets the stage for a world of imaginative exploration.
The second stanza warns of the dangers that exist in this world, particularly the Jabberwock, which has jaws that bite and claws that catch. There's also a warning to beware of the Jubjub bird and the frumious Bandersnatch. The imagery in this section of the poem is particularly vivid, with the Jabberwock described in detail, from its eyes of flame to the way it "whiffl[es] through the tulgey wood." It's clear that Aceyalone wanted to adapt this poem to create a sense of suspense and high stakes. There's a sense of peril at every turn, but the singer is brave and determined.
Finally, the poem reaches its climax as the singer encounters the Jabberwock, armed with only his vorpal sword. After a tense and thrilling confrontation, the singer emerges victorious, holding the Jabberwock's head high. There's a sense of triumph and celebration as the singer is praised for his heroism. This final stanza is particularly musical, with phrases like "Come to my arms, my beamish boy!" and "O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' creating a sense of joyous energy.
Line by Line Meaning
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
It was dusk, and the sneaky badger-like creatures were moving around and twisting about in the grass
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
They were gyrating and making their way through the meadow
All mimsy were the borogoves,
The other creatures were frightened and uneasy
And the mome raths outgrabe.
And the small rodents were making a great deal of noise
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
"Beware of the dangerous monster called Jabberwock, my child!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
It has powerful jaws that can bite and sharp claws that can catch you
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
Also watch out for the Jubjub bird and avoid it
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
And the Bandersnatch with its fierce and frenzied nature!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
He grasped his sharp and deadly Vorpal sword
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
He searched a long time for the menacing enemy
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
When he finally needed a break, he rested under the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
He paused and thought for a moment
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
Lost in deep contemplation
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Suddenly, the Jabberwock with its glowing eyes appeared
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
Making its way quickly through the dense woods
And burbled as it came!
As it approached, it made a gurgling noise
One, two! One, two! And through and through
With precise and powerful strikes
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
The Vorpal sword made a sharp slicing sound
He left it dead, and with its head
He killed the Jabberwock and took its head as a trophy
He went galumphing back.
He trotted back triumphantly with a heavy, bouncing gait
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
"Have you truly defeated the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Come here and let me embrace you, my happy and excited boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
"What a glorious day! Hurrah! Hooray!"
He chortled in his joy.
He laughed and expressed his happiness
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
It was dusk, and the sneaky badger-like creatures were moving around and twisting about in the grass
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
They were gyrating and making their way through the meadow
All mimsy were the borogoves,
The other creatures were frightened and uneasy
And the mome raths outgrabe.
And the small rodents were making a great deal of noise
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Věrka Soukupová
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