Battery
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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Yo, change the fuckin' channel
I burn a coma candle
When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample
We them cats talkin' noise behind that New York trash heap
Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
And it's (what) worker zig-zagers versus piggy badge flashers
Training generation fallout
Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
There's smoke in my iris
But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
So I'm ready now (what you ready for?)
I'm ready for life in this city
And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass
Passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles
Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals
Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool
This is our school

I'm not trying to graduate life at the personalized bar stool
Head in a jar with a desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
(Man please) man please
My name stands for my being
And my being stands for the woman who stood
And braved the storm could raise the seedling
Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful
Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
Back in the long time ago, I was to way the wishes wish
But missers miss, I slept through my appointment (man)
Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify
And picked the rose, it wilted
The second I introduced myself as nervous
Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken
Some are burning, some are frozen
Some deserve tall tales, some wrote them
Some are just a brutal repercussions of devotion
Mine are all of the above, 'cause everything leads to erosion
Now where I live there's a homeless man
He sits upon a crate (yeah)
He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this

And I ain't getting any younger
My knuckles wear their bruises well
I've yet to lose that hunger (oh)
But only time can tell
Prodigal son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch
And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
See your name is ambiguity
My name is something hands can't hold
But hearts part oceanscapes just to watch the starlet unfold
It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick
Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now
And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest
But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock
Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing (what)
The bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds
To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel (oh)
Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rug burn
But y'all numb from gut fuel

I administer eclipse, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor
'Cause a martyr-made motor don't quit (quit)
I am an epiphany, I am webbed foot mammal
Channel surfing my way to the top
Tugboat in a bottle
With no holes poked in the nozzle
I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight
Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile (hostile)
And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium
The second my halo ran outta helium
Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull
I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry
But my energy's a rental
So I take this now to say
Thank you, senorita beholding a flame to a lost wick
Thank you James Anthony for the Band-Aids on my ego
Y'all are family for life
I'll take that bullet to preserve you
I wannna be something spectacular
On the day the sun runs outta batteries
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this





I ain't gettin' any younger

Overall Meaning

The song Battery by Aesop Rock is a commentary on life in New York City, full of gritty scenes and vivid imagery. The first verse talks about the struggle of life in the city, where people are constantly talking behind each other's back and the smell of commuter briefcases is like a bad lullaby. This verse also seems to be criticizing societal hierarchies- the "worker zig-zagers" versus the "piggy batch flashers". The second verse is more personal and introspective, as Aesop Rock reflects on his own identity and ambition as an artist. He compares himself to a prodigal son with a desire to make art, even if it doesn't always result in success or recognition.


The song's chorus of "I ain't gettin' any younger" reflects the idea that life is short and precious, and Aesop Rock wants to make the most of it. The final verse in particular reflects this sentiment, as he declares his desire to be "something spectacular on the day the sun runs outta batteries". Overall, the song seems to be an expression of Aesop Rock's unique perspective on life in the city and the artist's struggle to create something meaningful.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, change the fuckin' channel
Switch your perspective or mindset


I burn a coma candle
I maintain a state of deep focus and dedication


When the flame fades, consider my flatline a soldier's sample
Even in defeat or death, my determination and resilience serve as an example


We them cats talkin' noise behind that New York trash heap
We are the individuals who criticize and speak out against the struggles and challenges we face in New York


Where the stench of commuter briefcase replaces a bad sleep
In this urban environment, the hustle and bustle of the daily grind replaces a peaceful rest


And it's worker zig-zagers versus piggy badge flashers
There is a clash between hardworking individuals and authority figures


Training generation fallout
Preparing for the consequences faced by the younger generation


Waterfall bricklayer pincushion crawl out
Overcoming obstacles and emerging stronger from challenging situations


There's smoke in my iris
I have endured pain and hardships


But I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
I choose to see the positive and imagine a brighter future


So I'm ready now (what you ready for?)
I am prepared for whatever life throws at me


I'm ready for life in this city
I am prepared to face the challenges of living in an urban environment


And my wings have grown almost enough to lift me
I have developed and grown, becoming closer to achieving my goals


I'm a dinosaur with Jones Beach in my hourglass
I am a relic of the past, with limited time remaining


Passing the time with serial killer coloring books and bags of marbles
Finding escapism and solace in unusual or dark hobbies


Don't tell me you ain't the droid that held the match to the charcoals
Don't deny your involvement or responsibility for the negative consequences


Don't tell me Lucifer and God don't carpool
Even opposing forces or entities can work together towards a common goal


This is our school
Life itself is our education and learning experience


I'm not trying to graduate life at the personalized bar stool
I don't want to simply passively observe or exist, I want to actively participate in life


Head in a jar with a desk, feet dangling in a shark pool
Being trapped in an uncomfortable or dangerous situation


(Man please) man please
Expression of disbelief or dismissal


My name stands for my being
My identity represents who I am


And my being stands for the woman who stood
My existence is a tribute to the strength and resilience of the woman who raised me


And braved the storm could raise the seedling
She faced challenges and adversity in order to nurture and raise me


Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful
Various familial and natural elements play significant roles in shaping who I am


Yeah, middle sibling suitable but far from son of excellence
I may be average or ordinary, but I am not a perfect or outstanding individual


Back in the long time ago, I was to way the wishes wish
In the past, I had dreams and desires to fulfill


But missers miss, I slept through my appointment (man)
I missed opportunities or failed to take action due to my own inaction or negligence


Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidify
I witnessed the hopes and aspirations of many individuals become real and tangible


And picked the rose, it wilted
I pursued something with high expectations, only to see it wither or fail


The second I introduced myself as nervous
My insecurities or anxieties hindered my chances of success or acceptance


Well it appears the scars of learning have spoken
The lessons and experiences I have gained from hardships have made an impact on me


Some are burning, some are frozen
The effects of these lessons can be both painful and numbing


Some deserve tall tales, some wrote them
Certain experiences or achievements are worth boasting about, while others take pride in their accomplishments


Some are just brutal repercussions of devotion
The consequences of loyalty or dedication can be harsh and unforgiving


Mine are all of the above, 'cause everything leads to erosion
My scars and lessons encompass a range of outcomes, as they are all part of the gradual wear and tear of life


Now where I live there's a homeless man
In my current environment, there is a homeless individual


He sits upon a crate (yeah)
He perches on a makeshift seat


He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make
Despite his circumstances, he creates beautiful music that transcends his situation


Now if you ever come and visit me, I suggest you watch the show
If you visit me, I recommend observing and appreciating his musical talent


Tell him Aesop Rock sent ya just to hear his horn blow like this
Mention my name as a sign of respect and admiration for his musical ability


And I ain't getting any younger
I am aware of the passage of time and the limitation it imposes


My knuckles wear their bruises well
I have experienced my fair share of struggles and hardships


I've yet to lose that hunger (oh)
I still possess the drive and ambition to achieve my goals


But only time can tell
The future and its outcome are uncertain and can only be revealed over time


Prodigal son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch
I am a wayward individual with an extravagant desire to mend and fix what is broken


And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks
I aim to dismantle and condemn prejudice and discrimination forcefully


See your name is ambiguity
Your identity is unclear or uncertain


My name is something hands can't hold
My identity is intangible and cannot be fully grasped or confined


But hearts part oceanscapes just to watch the starlet unfold
Despite my elusive nature, people are captivated and moved by my presence and growth


It's like sketching a circle in the dirt with a pointed stick
It is an exercise in futility to create something temporary or fleeting


Knowing the wind'll kill it some day, still it calls my burning wits for now
Despite its inevitable destruction, for now, it ignites my passion and determination


And if I plow the fields, that don't guarantee plentiful harvest
Putting in effort and hard work does not always guarantee successful outcomes


But starving artists die, I set my alarm for five o'clock
I am willing to make sacrifices and discipline myself for my art and creative pursuits


Idols block survival crops the cycle stops for nothing (what)
External figures or influences should not hinder or impede one's journey towards survival and success


The bible's carp revivalist winos flock by the hundreds
People turn to religion and other forms of faith or spirituality in times of hardship


To the opening, scarlet carpets greeting their duel (oh)
They seek solace and redemption, hoping their efforts will be acknowledged and rewarded


Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rug burn
Attempting to persuade or convince someone resistant or stubborn can result in adverse consequences


But y'all numb from gut fuel
You are desensitized or indifferent due to years of enduring struggles and hardships


I administer eclipse, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made motor
I bring about significant changes or disruptions, and those who have endured suffering are capable of remarkable resilience


'Cause a martyr-made motor don't quit (quit)
A motor fueled by the sacrifices of martyrs does not give up or surrender easily


I am an epiphany, I am webbed foot mammal
I represent a moment of sudden realization and insight, like a unique creature adapted to a specific environment


Channel surfing my way to the top
I am seeking success and recognition by navigating through different experiences and opportunities


Tugboat in a bottle
I am confined or limited in my capabilities, like a small boat trapped within a container


With no holes poked in the nozzle
There are no faults or weaknesses in my approach or method


I fed 'em bedlam diluted in limelight
I provided chaos and disorder in a diluted form of fame or success


Till that rookie boogie graduated hostile (hostile)
Eventually, my chaotic nature transformed into an aggressive and combative attitude


And the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the medium
The means or journey towards greatness took an unexpected detour or deviation


The second my halo ran outta helium
As soon as my sense of divinity or righteousness faded, my confidence and self-assuredness diminished


Demoted to thorn crown, damn talk about numbskull
I was reduced to a position of suffering and pain, emphasizing my own foolishness or naivety


I was born bound to a stencil called symmetry
My existence is constrained and defined by conformity and balance


But my energy's a rental
My vitality and passion are temporary or borrowed


So I take this now to say
I express my thoughts and feelings at this moment


Thank you, senorita beholding a flame to a lost wick
I am grateful to the woman who ignites and gives meaning to my fading or forgotten potential


Thank you James Anthony for the Band-Aids on my ego
I appreciate the individual who supports and reassures me in times of self-doubt or insecurity


Y'all are family for life
You all hold a special place in my life and heart


I'll take that bullet to preserve you
I am willing to make sacrifices or endure hardships in order to protect and support you


I wanna be something spectacular
I aspire to be exceptional and extraordinary


On the day the sun runs outta batteries
In an imagined future when even the most powerful illuminating force ceases to exist


Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
I associate myself and my artistic expression with the chaos and disorder of rebellion


Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
I save my money in order to provide a gift or gesture of kindness to the homeless man, enhancing his musical abilities


Then sit up on his crate as I witness the beauty born like this
I will take a seat beside him and observe the creation of something beautiful, appreciating the outcome


I ain't gettin' any younger
I am aware of the passing of time and aging




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