Fishtales
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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Once upon a time
in the days of yore
When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore
There was an old geezer with his teeth to the curb
He had a hook and a line and a sinker and a worm
Slept in a city that kissed the seashore
Woke with a bait-and-tackle store trip each morn
Not a bother, not a lot to say
That is until you ask about the one that got aw-w-w-way
Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel
With his arms stretched out to define the kill
While the village always listened, believin' it was different
Out of eight million stories there was not a single witness
It was always at the last second when the line snapped
Or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch
Either way the documented prove didn't exist
So the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish
Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making
Carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders
Stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors
Carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature
Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones
Could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed
Veteran angler with a mission to run
Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues
Pale blue moon or fiery orange glow
Red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow
Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors
The weatherproof sportsman spins yards regardless
Laugh if you wanna, but the dude ain't stupid
Let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage




Cause he walk with a twinkle in his eye
And every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Aesop Rock's song Fishtales paint a vivid picture of an old, grizzled fisherman with a larger-than-life tale to tell. The song is rooted in the traditions of storytelling and folklore, as the singer describes the old man and the way he spins his incredible fishing yarns. The old man is a bit of a mystery to the village where he lives, with nobody ever having seen the massive fish he claims to have caught. He is an experienced angler who spends all his days fishing, drinking, and telling his stories. The locals listen to his tales with interest, but also with a sense of dismissal, as nobody can back up his stories with hard evidence.


The song's lyrics make use of vivid imagery, painting a picture of the old man's grizzled appearance and colorful personality. His beard, his knives, and his love of beer are all described in detail, along with the way he fishes in all kinds of weather conditions. The song also plays with the idea that the old man's tales might be a way of transcending the mundane realities of everyday life. By telling his epic stories, he becomes something more than just an old man sitting by the water. Perhaps his tales are a way of connecting with the ancient stories and myths that have always surrounded the sea and the creatures that live within it.


Line by Line Meaning

Once upon a time
In a long-gone era of the past


in the days of yore
In an ancient time steeped in history and legend


When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore
When the people lived in a world of myths and stories


There was an old geezer with his teeth to the curb
There was an old man, with his back to the wall


He had a hook and a line and a sinker and a worm
He was equipped with everything he needed to fish


Slept in a city that kissed the seashore
He lived in a town that bordered the ocean


Woke with a bait-and-tackle store trip each morn
He woke up every morning to go to the fishing store


Not a bother, not a lot to say
He was a quiet man who kept to himself


That is until you ask about the one that got aw-w-w-way
But he would open up if you asked about the big fish that got away


Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel
He would tell the story like a legend, with his fishing rod as his prop


With his arms stretched out to define the kill
He would use grand gestures to demonstrate the size of the fish


While the village always listened, believin' it was different
People in the town believed his stories, despite the lack of proof


Out of eight million stories there was not a single witness
Despite the many tales told, no one had ever seen the big fish


It was always at the last second when the line snapped
The fish always got away just as he was reeling it in


Or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch
In some versions of the story, the boat was destroyed by the weight of the fish


Either way the documented prove didn't exist
Regardless of what happened, there was no proof of the catch


So the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish
The townspeople did not believe in the existence of the big fish


Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making
He had a long, scraggly beard that had taken twenty years to grow


Carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders
He always had fishing lures in his hat and beer in his boots


Stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors
He smelled strongly of all types of alcohol


Carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature
He was always prepared to fight, carrying knives on his person


Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones
He was comfortable sitting in nature, surrounded by animals and pine cones


Could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed
He was an expert at tying fishing flies, and could do it without looking


Veteran angler with a mission to run
He was an experienced fisherman with a goal to catch the big fish


Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues
He wanted to silence anyone who did not believe in him


Pale blue moon or fiery orange glow
He fished regardless of the color of the sky or time of day


Red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow
He fished regardless of the weather conditions


Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors
He was not deterred even by the worst of storms


The weatherproof sportsman spins yards regardless
He could spin a good fishing yarn, regardless of the weather


Laugh if you wanna, but the dude ain't stupid
People may mock him, but he knows what he's doing


Let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage
He lets criticism slide off of him, like water off a bird's feathers


Cause he walk with a twinkle in his eye
He has a spark in his eye, filled with determination and hope


And every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine
Today, he hopes he will finally catch the big fish and have his moment of glory




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Bazooka Tooth

Billy goat beard-twenty years in the making
Carried lures in his brim
Carried beer in his waders
Stink like alcohol of all prominent flavors
Carries knives in his vest
Carried war in his nature
Sat among the forest floor with the critters and pinecones
Tied a perfect fly with his eyes closed
Veteran angler with a mission to run
Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues!



Nick

once upon a time in the days of yor, 
when the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore, 
there was an old geezer with his teeth to the curb 
he had a hook and a line and a sinker and a worm. 
Slept in a city that kissed the seashore 
woke with a bait and tackle store trip each morn. 
not a bother not alot to say 
that is until you ask about the one that got a w-w-w-way. 
Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel 
with his arms streched out to define the kill. 
While the village always listened, believin it was different? 
out of eight million stories there was not a single witness. 
It was always at the last second when the line snapped 
or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch. 
niether way to prove that it exist 
so the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish 
Billygoat beard twenty years in the making 
carried lures in his brim, carried beer in his waders 
Stinked like alcohol of all prominent flavors 
carried knives in his vest, carried war in his nature 
sat among the forest floor critters and pinecones, 
could tie a perfect fly with his eyes closed. 
Veteran angler on a mission to run 
make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues 
Pale blue moon or firey orange glow, 
red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow. 
Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors, 
the weatherproof sportsman spins yards regardless. 
laugh if you wanna but the dude aint stupid. 
let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage. 
walks with a twinkle in his eye, 
every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine.



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RRandom SSStuffs

Found Aesop Rock by watching too many vanilla WoW videos. Deep Feral rocked Aesop tracks every video <3.

Robert Zaha

thats gnarly i used to play years ago and dont ever remember see those... i was always into Grim and Pat back then.. bahahah

Stevon Shaw

wtf lol. Thats also how I found aes. Rogue PvP bby<3 Back in cata, Been listening since, and went a concert of him too. But...how from WoW?.. lol

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Bazooka Tooth

Billy goat beard-twenty years in the making
Carried lures in his brim
Carried beer in his waders
Stink like alcohol of all prominent flavors
Carries knives in his vest
Carried war in his nature
Sat among the forest floor with the critters and pinecones
Tied a perfect fly with his eyes closed
Veteran angler with a mission to run
Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues!

Nolan Leibee

As a fly tier/fisherman, these lyrics speak volumes to me

Pharaoh on LFS

I love how closely this sounds to the harbor is yours but its a completely different track!

George Sturges

But you can rap them over each other and they sync up ツ

ShoriDayo

Henry Hazlitt This one was first, then Harbor was on NSP. Similar to what he did with Day/Nightlight, but with a different beat for FT and THIY.


Aesop the fucking king.

Pharaoh on LFS

***** Yea when I heard this song for the first time back then I was like "waaat no way that makes perfect sense now!" haha

Cregoneson 505

Yea definitely sister tracks, I’m gonna hit harbor right after this song haha

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