Commencement at the Obedience Academy
Aesop Rock Lyrics

The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season
The crops are yielding less compared to the previous year

I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting
The poor handling of seeds is responsible for delayed planting

And the crops we'd have harnessed in mid November
The crops could have been harvested in November

It only brushed the blossom bracket then soon sacrificed
But the crops only managed to reach a certain stage of growth before they died due to frost and cold weather

Lives to icicle jackets when the frosted
The frost killed off the crops

I sunk to find the walk beneath the mosses
The singer is searching for something beneath the moss

Where the planted tunnel pass after the rains have run their courses
Looking for the path where crops were planted after the rainy season

But alas the portraits of these frosted corpses tortured in the grass
The artist is referring to the dead crops lying in the field

Off of distorts or pour the one tall glass and nauseous
The sight of the dead crops is sickening

And I'm asking you, why's this spy supply hiding in strangers
The artist is questioning why the crop supply is being hidden in unknown places

When they know atop the food chains I could spot biters for acres
The singer believes that they are capable of identifying problem areas related to crop supply

Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
The artist is asking for cooperation from those responsible for the crop supply chain to avoid creating more problems.

By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
By dissolving the superficial surface to uncover the truth

Yelp bringing the self-stop freedom brigade investors
A group of investors who believe in the principle of individual freedom

And the studies connecting one hit wonders with dust collectors
Studies showing that many talented people only get their one chance to succeed and then they are forgotten

Puts it down, and it's down beneath your sappy sing alongs
This information and issue is deeper than just mindlessly singing along to songs

So stick it further down where the daunted decide which ring I'm on
This issue should be discussed among those who are not afraid to take a stand

Nova yell just took positions and advance march
A group of people are taking a more aggressive approach towards a goal

Parts playing a scheme parking the rain in my canteen now I'm like
A metaphor about wanting to control everything, even the rain in a canteen

Point I guess I could spare a splash for a couple of heads
The artist might be willing to share their water supply with a few people

Counterpoint during my famine I never got broke your bread
But in times of need, no one was willing to share their resources with the artist

Well equation of intrigue, yes, yes, let me fed sit for a bit
The artist is taking a moment to think about the complex issue at hand

These 'tensils need soaking before I hand out token
The singer needs to prepare and think before offering any assistance

"Shut the fuck up" drama like Kabuki with a heart of dirt
The intensity and drama of the situation is likened to a theatrical performance

Skull fucked cross bones hence my birth it hurts
The singer references their own pain and suffering

Must not sleep must warn others
The chorus repeats the need to stay alert and warn others

Trust blocks creep where the dust storm hovers
The danger comes from those we trust the most

I milk my habitat for almost everything I want
The artist takes what they need from their environment, with little regard for others

Sometimes I take it all and still can't feel this pitfall in my gut
Despite having everything they want, the artist still feels incomplete and unfulfilled

I'm trying to walk on top of sunshine
The singer wants to rise above negativity and challenges

Wanting the glory of our advance fire ants to water beetles
The singer wants recognition and success for themselves and their community

Free masons adjacent debasing on pins and needles
The freemasons are concerned about a potential threat or problem

Pupil turned pedagogue benedicts into my dream
A dream where the artist becomes a teacher or mentor

Beam in a billion bottle rockets off the golden mezzanine
An image of many fireworks going off at once

I pluck the pedals off a classic blood rose one at a time
The singer is destroying something beautiful, piece by piece

Gripping the stem and right invite the thorns to dig up in my lifeline
The artist is willing to endure pain to achieve their goals

A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion
A metaphor equating hard work and effort to night-time

To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a spectator
To honor the memory of something lost, even if others don't understand

Stringent, inch by sacred inch shoveling colon in my earthworm soul
Working hard, step by step, to achieve a goal

Borough up through the dirt with bloody digit lick my knuckles clean
The artist is working so hard and so intensely that their hands are raw

Noting the corporate clusters holding hands round the abode of the dam
The artist is observing groups of powerful people gathering together

And what's your poison? Starlight and amaze her with a nicotine chaser
A rhetorical question about what motivates people, with a reference to addiction

Sip it clean savor the taste then sit and dream later
Enjoying the moment but putting off dealing with reality

The ollage pay their back upon they hinges twenty miles
The artist is referencing a community coming together to build something, despite the challenge

Across the glassy eye window of one less to passes by
The artist is observing something from a distance

Now I'm six foot four with a sick flow walk up just to recline
The artist is talented and confident in their abilities

With no free time, the alarm storms at nine
The singer is very busy and has to keep a rigorous schedule

My daytime's on some, yes sir, okay sir, right away sir
The artist has a job where they have to be obedient and follow orders

Sir do you mind if I breathe sir oh you do? Well excuse me sir fuck you
The singer is frustrated with having to be so obedient and not being allowed to express themselves

I breathe slow, I'm running with these fantastic amalgams
The singer is taking things slowly, but still progressing

Painting casket bound careers to pierce gunning with classic albums
Creating something meaningful but also something that will last beyond their time

Security's the javelin, catch it; labor
The artist believes that security is the key to success, and that hard work is necessary

Clocked in at seven six and haven't clocked out ever since
The artist is working constantly, without any breaks or rest