Catacomb Kids
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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I was a dark, dumb student
No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em
They grew 'em in a royal dirt of separate counties with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles
Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
'Zook slipped through the pinholes
Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
Both the formal squad censor
Look down
Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!"
My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
The kid ...where he hollered "Fuck the world" full of parking lot in the suburbs
(What's this?)
A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Castle jitters
So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
Believe
I'll be there when it happens
The shakin' of the plates off the mantle
The snakin' of the flames off the candle
The lady of the lake off the answers
Admitting the mistakes to their deep planning cadavers
Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency
Damn, doggy
Good times, thanks
I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

(What's this?)
I'm a tax evader
Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor
When the towns be freak sleep
Trap the traitor
He will ask for papers
(What's this?)
Say I'm a nice invader
Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor
When the pope...
With some... gators
He will catch the vapors

Double Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals
Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner
Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster
As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
One shoe in the soupy gutter
One shoe in the velvet heaven?
When the mermaids told him shake 'em by the lake of melted weapons
(What's this?)
You could dance purity with the hooligan nation
Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?
Extra
The days of your penicillin
The uber-ape shit
We barely updated the ancient 8-bit
Yeah
I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
I'm dumber than a Taz with a beach chair with a martini
Who's not as dumb as the tat of the same scenery
...nails you pig stigmata for all good sport
Garbage pail kids you not at the mall food court
They chase cheese fries with Binaca
They had shut the school down early
There were bombs inside the lockers
No concept of the problem
We responded like a snow day
It would clobber shit to flotsam
But the cops said it was okay
Okay
So the squadron's back into their boxes like this Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
And I walk into the office, coughin' off...
Flood a parking meter fever like a love for Love and Rockets
It was rain of the razor laser
Day of the cloudy howdy
Flight of the shelter melter
You can bow without me





Knock 'em out the box, Ace

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Aesop Rock's "Catacomb Kids" are dense and full of meaning, requiring some interpretation to fully understand. The song tells the story of a group of outsiders who have created their own subculture in the suburbs of Long Island. They are rebels and troublemakers who engage in all kinds of misbehavior, such as upsetting pigs with Super-Soakers full of piss and spray painting graffiti in the suburbs. They are proud of their rebelliousness and reject the norms of mainstream society.


The lyrics also touch on themes of mortality and the consequences of one's actions. The final verse speaks of a character named Will Peterson, who has died, and whose death serves as a reminder of the urgency of life. The line "Rest in Peace Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency" suggests that Peterson's death was a wake-up call for the singer and his friends to reassess their own lives and the paths they are on.




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I was a dark, dumb student
No hooky rookie day trippin' on visions of chickens that look like R. Crumb drew 'em
They grew 'em in a royal dirt of Suffolk county's flooring with the blood of an alcoholic clergyman in his forearms
Long Island was porn stars and puppies pushin' sniffles
Fit into the aforementioned or slipped through the pinholes
'Zook slipped through the pinholes
Crispy the godsender who thunk over a quarter plunk to local Mortal Kom vender
Both the formal squad censor
Look down
Either side across the marsh before it was "Awesome cars!"
My calling card Calvary cooking an '85 Dodge Ares
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
The kid ... his ring king dummies to King Kullen, where he hollered "Fuck the world" from a parking lot in the suburbs
(What's this?)
A couple spray cans and a little litter but they'd look at us like swindlers with them Ricky Kasso jitters
So fuck 'em, a glutton sunk into the alley for props
But things will still go bump when them halogens pop
Believe
I'll be there when it happens
The shakin' of the plates off the mantle
The snakin' of the flames off the candle
The lady of the lake off the answers
Admitting the mistakes to their deplaning cadavers
Now it's "Rest in Peace" Will Peterson whose heater sung disturbingly to further re-evaluate your beast of burden's urgency
Damn, doggy
Good times, thanks
I wrote your name in wet cement by the corporate banks.

(What's this?)
I'm an activator
Made a fire, made a wheel, made a snack for later
Catacomb kids cuddle up fantastic labor
When the towns be freak sleep
Trap the traitor
He will ask for papers
(What's this?)
Say I'm an activator
Made a roof, made a weapon, made a flag per acre
By the snotty little nuzzle of a latch-key neighbor
When the folk push aggie over some dap with ʻgators
He will catch the vapors

Couple Playboy mudflaps and hell on his heels
Beautifully echoed in the pace at which he shoveled his meals
Like not a farmer among us had a harvest survive the winter
So dinner split a lima bean and triplets, pick a winner
Took a couple summers pukin' pills behind the dumpster
As the largest pez dispenser on record recouped his numbers
One shoe in the soupy gutter
One shoe in the velvet heaven?
Where the mermaids Harlem Shakin' by a lake of melted weapons
(What's this?)
You could dance purty with the hooligan nation
Who will be patiently awaiting zoo-keeper facelift?
Extra
The days of yore painted similar uber-ape shit
We've merely updated the ancient 8-bit
Yeah
I'm dumber than a cow on a roof in a flood
Who's not as dumb as the watered-down beef from the burgers that jumped
I'm dumber than a Taz on a beach chair with a martini
Who's not as dumb as the tat wit the same scenery
Sparky nails pig stigmata for all good sport
Garbage pail kids unite at the mall food court
They chase cheese fries with Binaca
They had shut the school down early
There were bombs inside the lockers
No concept of the problem
We responded like a snow day
It was clobber shit to flotsam
'Till the cops said it was okay
Okay
Show the squadrons back into their boxes like his Breakfast Club of hotheads show no progress to the doctors
And I walk into the office, coughin' awfully at their often
Flood a parking meter fever, knucle up for Love and Rockets
It was rain of the razor laser
Day of the cloudy howdy
Flight of the shelter melter
You can bow without me

Knock 'em out the box, Ace



All comments from YouTube:

Sam Porter

Hes literally one of the most underrated artists that have been around

ShadowCraft

The chorus gets me hype everytime

Velichko Stoev

Aesop Rock is the best thing that happened to music. Forever and ever.

YoucefLuiMême

no.

Dan Fontaine

Yeah he's not top 2. Slug from Atmosphere is the only close contender but Aesop takes the top spot because he's drugs

Cosmic Cretin

@Adrian Grenazi Aesop Rock (best vocabulary) and MF DOOM (best rhyme schemes) are the GOAT lyricists

13 Amp

Yeah he is one of his own for sure

Once you fall in love with aes, you dont compare him, he is just aesop rock, alone, the rest are whoever they are

Nick Peitchev

Verno e

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Teacher Alejandro

this song is so great even my wife (who does not speak English, we live in Mexico) asks me every time to play this tune.

213213yoyo

:)

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