Oxygen
Aesop Rock Lyrics


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I'm twice born, once and seven something
Once is the resurrection of honorable function
Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor
Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant

[Verse One]
I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification
Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee
Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city
Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out?
On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest
Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess
With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button
Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function
With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath
Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids
With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second
What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend
Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent
Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair
My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly
So every second the discontent's locked accordingly
Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition
And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the
Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned
Never set a grin and fly health
Consider me a mobile advertisement for that hybrid plan of fabrics
I deemed practical, now is you is or is you ain't compatible
I feel a wind in my opinions plus hyper clutch
Crush one's ginger bread tenement awful,
It's like the date of Grado Methasawmill
A lifeline of spectacular expansion leaves the reaper
At the hand of what man's hand jokes
My friend's got a book about dreams, I look and laugh
I dream a book about my friends and still can't decipher the half
Ch-chatter boooox, now let a soothe sayer major
Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease
I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome
You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted when accrete zone
Blow the pedals off a dandelion trying to make my little gypsy blush
And felt as if I'd actually accomplish something
Fortify the bullies of the jokes soaking in treatment
Sit and watch the percentages teeter on the evening
On a ghost up in a fuse a lot second before the cock dropped
In the Styx and stared him down until he fixed it

Fashion, it's cool and all but what about God?
[Oh God, well he's the man, but what about reading?]
What, like novels, man that don't hold my attention, what about television?
[Television hurts my brain, how about walking in the rain?]
I hate walking, it's boring, how about some old fashioned gone fishin'
[Yeah, fishing's great but I can't stand hooking the bait, lets dance]
I've got too left feet plus motion sickness, how about breakfast?
[Man, I'm hungry, but that means I'mma have to borrow some money]
Let's fly a kite [Let's burn the generals]
Let's sell lemonade [Let's drink]
Let's poke a hole inside the tugboat, ease on back and watch it sink
[Naw, lets scare a pupil once a year just to shake the academy]
Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy

[Verse Two]
I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter
When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit
Clattering the yesterday ain't shed a tear since
Hear me, wrote the Old Yeller community cartoon
The carousel balloon extravagant aware, inviting it
I'm swore to Adam and matter and saddling
Warhead thorax and abdomen to primitive horse back galloping
My index fingers rest in my talisman branded up in the jackals skin
One must pardon yee old common street detour
Weaving graceful through the prom directed column
Greater virus retreats to a lot in Valom
Bean stalk where the fiend walk and my name is mud
But that's got a ring to it so my swill welcomes the flood
I walk through God's practical joke on man practically broke
And if they raise my rent again I'll spend my nights practically soaked
Who spits silk dimensions with a noose looped by the raft?
After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,
Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell
I'll be that clear blue icicle that simply refused to melt
Sturdy eye krulin, tin can skeleton,
Skull of a thousand dilapidated dream remnants




Here to convict based on a tin bucket of evidence
I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well

Overall Meaning

The first verse of Aesop Rock's song Oxygen is a complex mixture of seemingly disparate images and ideas that somehow all come together to create a cogent picture of the world he inhabits. He begins by declaring himself "twice born," implying perhaps that he has undergone some kind of spiritual awakening or transformation. He then speaks of a "resurrection of honorable function," suggesting that he has found a way to live that is both fulfilling and true to his values. This, however, is juxtaposed with the image of himself as a coal shoveler, a laborer whose hard work has left him with a permanent kink in his posture. It is as if he is simultaneously celebrating and mourning the harsh realities of life.


The second half of the verse is equally dense, with Aesop Rock describing himself as a "soubrette columnist fathering doom document," which could be interpreted as someone who writes about tragic events or dark themes. He then calls himself a "cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant," which is perhaps a reference to the idea of being born under a bad sign or a symbol of suffering. Throughout the verse, there is a sense of struggle and a desire to find meaning in the chaos of the world.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm twice born, once and seven something
I've gone through a significant transformation or change in my life


Once is the resurrection of honorable function
The first transformation was when I regained my purpose and honor


Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor
I've been working hard to keep things running smoothly


Long enough to see my silhouette acquire a permanent kink in a posture
I've been working at this job for a long time, enough to develop physical changes due to it


The metenance of icicle spirit by the warmth of true endearment
Maintaining a positive outlook despite difficulties


Was, is, and forever will be a luxury
It's a luxury to be able to maintain a positive attitude in difficult times


I'm a soubrette columnist fathering doom document
I'm a writer who documents negative aspects of society


Cursed version of a certain Virgin Mary womb occupant
Like Mary, I feel cursed and burdened by something beyond my control


I know swamp rats who never suckled oxygen purification
I know people who have faced tough conditions and never had access to basic necessities like clean air


Sure it's blurry may have had them speeennnd breeezzzzze
It's possible that their lack of pure oxygen led to hallucinations or blurry vision


Stuck until my friend leaves puppet for the plummet committee
I feel stuck and helpless, waiting for someone else to make a move


Sputtering bum numb enough to stomach the city
I've become desensitized to the negative aspects of city life


Who's that hugging a silhouette of willows with a hill's crest pan out?
I see someone appreciating nature and its beauty in the distance


On the candy coated crab apples, sugar dipped deadpan outs
Despite the beauty, there are still negative aspects hiding under the surface


I got a plan, I'll turnaquet my quest
I have a plan to achieve my goal


Defeat a needle into battling to mute the mess
I will work hard and fight against obstacles to achieve my goal


With patience galas with absentee balance I shove in the button
I patiently balance my life while also taking action to achieve my goal


Strutting to exhibit mankind's hostility function
I'm taking action to show the negative aspects of human behavior


With a, ppppppppp paling in comparison a methias Goliath
Even though I'm taking on a big challenge, it pales in comparison to something much larger and overwhelming


Live to riggedy frame in a wicked silence
I live in a twisted and corrupt world where I must remain quiet to survive


I top and ate my nameless square then I bumped eyelids
I've reached a peak or completed something, making me tired


With a Christ we saw the same thing through a second
We share a common experience or perspective, like seeing something through someone else's eyes


What's that? The grand mosaic depicting historical glory in a legend
I see something beautiful and meaningful, possibly referencing history or a legend


Nurse me through the time stick and stone mixes hex my fertile crescent
Help me get through tough times and hardships


Now all's well, I'm laughing on the inside I swear
Despite everything, I'm doing okay and still able to find some humor


Just trying to keep my head above red tide despair
I'm struggling to stay above negative thoughts and emotions


My imperfections pair off with buddy system symmetrics morbidly
My flaws are particularly noticeable and often seem to work together against me


So every second the discontent's locked accordingly
Every moment is filled with negative thoughts and experiences which makes it difficult to be truly content


Let's turn mummy's shut up affection a berserk glory condition
Let's take something good, like a mother's nurture, and turn it into something chaotic


And pray for the day a star child tugs the ribbon
Hope for something better in the future, maybe even a miraculous change


Meddle in a two-hand grip when that spoon full of sugar medical chaser
Interfere or mess with something even when it may seem comforting or beneficial


Credible crasser antidote's terrible taste the
The solution to a problem may be unpleasant, but it's still effective


Water with a stolen soul pen left picture mad rhythm pinned
The water I'm drinking or consuming has been tainted or is somehow harmful


Let's burn the generals
Let's take down those in power or authority


Let's drink
Let's forget about everything and drown our sorrows in alcohol


Casually note the blossom of phantom alignment strategy
Make note of a potentially effective or successful strategy even if it seems unlikely or unproven


I'll make the waterfall out of order in autumn saw the quarter
I'll make something beautiful and awe-inspiring out of the ordinary or mundane


When the gods mimic the vintage knuckle drag sacked in a coffin
Even something as simple as the placement of our hands can be significant and symbolic


I affiliate my rag dummy appearance with a most cohesive spirit
I take pride in my appearance even if it may seem shoddy or unrefined


I steer where the heaven's merely a legend so the peasants dream well
I rely on my own instincts and beliefs rather than relying on traditional ideas or religion




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: ANTHONY SIMON, IAN BAVITZ

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