Dorks
Aesop Rock Lyrics

Question, if I died in my apartment like a rat in a cage Would the neighbors smell the corpse before the cat ate my face?
Wondering whether his death would go unnoticed in his lonely existence, as he has no one to care for him even in death.

I used to floss the albatross like Daddy Kane with the chain I'm trying to jettison the ballast with the hazardous waste.
He was proud of his burdens earlier, now he is trying to shed them along with his dangerous habits.

The kid is comfortably numb, routine a tedious crutch Steep in a self-imposed Stockholm and Lima in flux
He is willingly staying in his comfort zone to avoid being overwhelmed by change and change in behavior.

Maybe an occupation popular with demons and ducks Made any mingling akin to being seasoned and stuffed
He relates his profession to something that's equally unhealthy, unappealing and not useful, making mingling with people more of a chore.

It's a theatre of jumping jellyfish, jealous little sycophants Miserable and flimsy from the skippies to the pissy pants
The people around him are aimlessly dependent and seek validation, making their relationships weak, shallow and disloyal.

Each one separately convinced They're sketching with Da Vinci's hands Delusion turned the communication to prison camp
They suffer from an overinflated ego, believing they are architects of grand ideas, which only leads to isolation and communication breakdown.

You fucking dorks ain't a threat to the cause There ain't a lesson we can learn from the ostensibly lost
He ridicules the people whom he believes are insignificant and purposeless to himself, impervious to their impact on his life.

Maybe no one cares, party over here, I'll be over there Don't need no help, all by myself
He's dismissive about socializing, emphasizing self-sufficiency and non-dependency on others.

I used to hang around with rappers at the root of the scene It meant a lot to feel the fugitive community breathe Maybe to sentimentalize is to be truly naive
He felt closely associated with those who gave birth to the niche, which gave him a sense of purposeful belonging, until he realized such a sentimentality may be baseless.

I think we're all a bunch of weirdos on a quest to belong The songs are echolocation up in impregnable fog That's why it's odd to see a pile of imperfections and flaws Ascend a pedestal to patronize the rest of the cogs
He thinks of people as misfits trying to find their place in the world through their art, but finding it morally wrong to put oneself on a higher pedestal to look down upon others.

In a mess of obnoxious fantasy, posturing and pageantry I ain't even mad, I'm impressed, shit it's baffling God almighty, chop an ivory tower to piano keys Play your own dirge on the way to surfing maggot beach
He sarcastically admires the audacity of those who indulge in delusions and pretentiousness to create their form of art which he believes is trash or close to it.

You fuckin' dorks ain't a source of the art You can't be cooler than the corners Where you source all your parts The poker-faced, all it takes a couple sordid remarks We let the manticore out, We make the sorcery bark
He implies that those who he calls dorks are not original or skillful enough to create art of substance and that only slight indecent behavior can make them seem like fascinating artists.

I view the rattling of sabers like a show to expose Insecurities exploding in emotional code When braggadocio to go from mostly jokey to gross Corrode a homie 'til his probity is notably ghost
He deduces the confident behavior of others as a display of their insecurities, because it comes across as boasting and is ultimately harmful to one's character.

Before the hobby was a jobby was a miniature Hell You would wobble round your momma like an infant gazelle The disillusionment has truly been a difficult pill But you as anything menacing is a difficult sell
He remembers the time when the passion for art was purely for enjoyment, not commercial gain, which today seems like an uncertain, volatile and stressful way to live, and the only other alternative left is to present oneself as dangerous, which is unacceptable.

In a whistle and bell-o-rama, black mollies that dress up like piranha It's not even compelling melodrama It's a comedy, somebody wanna shop you as a saga I'm very voluntarily persona non grata
He derides the heinous people's behavior for being insipid, unimaginative and humorless, yet they believe they are worthy of a biopic, whereas he chooses to be an outcast.

You fuckin' dorks ain't the leaders we need This ain't the medium for divas out to weasel and breed I'm often coffee with the paupers over tea with the queen Don't make him show the regency what disobedient means
He asserts that those who lack influence, creativity, and honesty cannot guide the community, especially in an area where shameless self-promotion and insincerity of intentions are prevalent. He prefers the company of the underdog rather than the elite because he's not afraid to go against the norm.

Heavy load to bear, party over here, I'll be over there Don't need no help, all by myself
Life is a burden that he must endure alone, and he's happy to stay away from social gatherings because it doesn't add anything to his happiness.