Ceschi Ramos is a rapper and singer from Connecticut who has been hopping g… Read Full Bio ↴Ceschi Ramos is a rapper and singer from Connecticut who has been hopping genres and spilling guts for the better part of two decades. He has been seen outside venues at 3am in Germany playing an acoustic guitar and singing to people that didn’t want the show to end. He has written poems to fans from behind bars whilst locked up on bogus marijuana charges. He has suffered a spiral fracture of the humerus while arm wrestling a marine in Hawaii. He has recorded with and toured alongside some of independent rap music’s most influential figures, including Sage Francis, Busdriver and Astronautalis. He has been in bands described as hardcore, crunk rap, lo-fi synth pop, Latin progressive and psych-jazz-rap. He has crafted abstracted and personal narratives mining the depths of depression and heights of hope. He has slept on countless floors when hotels weren’t in the touring budget and lost girlfriends and jobs all for the love of creating and performing.

Ceschi was born with four fingers on his right hand, which served as partial inspiration for the name of his DIY record label, Fake Four, Inc. Those who have worked with him describe Ceschi as one of the most artist-friendly labelheads out there, a rare breed who values art over profit almost to a fault. Since 2008, he has curated a roster of wildly original and critically praised talent and put out albums from the likes of Open Mike Eagle, Buck 65, Sister Crayon and Dark Time Sunshine in addition to his solo records The One Man Band Broke Up and Broken Bone Ballads.

An engaging, theatrical live performer, Ceschi Ramos has treated entire venues like a stage, viewing the middle of the audience or an empty barstool as good a place as any to perform a soul-baring folk song or tongue-twisting rap track. Ceschi once described himself in song as “a martyr at most… a failure at least” and said that, “In the eyes of history I’ll be no more than a leaf on a tree.” He knows what it is to suffer for his art and is aware that music exploring the ugliness and sorrow of the human condition will always exist on the fringes of a game dominated by disposable escapism and expensive publicists. Yet he still pours everything he has into his craft, and on any given night you can find him tracking vocals at his cousin’s New Haven studio, warmly greeting fans and friends at a dive bar merch booth or rapping double-time in Japan or Europe for audiences that often don’t speak his language, but are able to see the giant heart at the core of it all.

Bite Through Stone
Ceschi Lyrics

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For every bicycle in China there's a
Cryogenically frozen embryo
That will
Wake up in a cold sweat
Run around the veteran's hospital
Wondering what gave birth to it

Then we'll sing the national anthem

While the government rounds up zygotes
In the latest titanium nets
So they will keep their baby mouths shut
And suck down freedom with the other runts

But I'm an impostor here
I feel it in my bones
And in the way that I have never cared
About American hope
Yes, you're an anomaly just like me
So let's fuck in the street
To show them what it's like to be free

You'll give birth on a highway
With fifty frozen babies on all sides
Curled up in their ice cube wombs
Sweet, closed eyed
We'll come up with their names one by one
Till every letter's used
And they've thawed out in the sun

Then we can sharpen swords in sync with local textile workers
And sew together sinew for our injured ally warriors
Building in solidarity beneath coniferous giants
Planning to shove spikes into the backs of sleeping tyrants
The subtleties of war are loud and so obnoxious
That they can shake stem cells out of test tubes and leave the deaf unconscious

Nobody ever taught us the most valuable lesson
Now there's a tragic lack of expression on the faces that we've dissected

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ceschi's song "Bite Through Stone" are a mix of political commentary and personal introspection. The first stanza references the controversial Chinese policy of cryogenically freezing embryos. Ceschi suggests that these frozen embryos will eventually wake up confused and disoriented, wondering about their origins. The lyrics then take a turn towards criticizing the government's repression of free speech, using the imagery of nets to symbolize how the government tries to silence dissent. The chorus features Ceschi rejecting the idea of American hope and instead finding a kindred spirit in someone who feels similarly disillusioned with society. The final stanza describes a brutal revolutionary fantasy, with Ceschi and his ally warriors planning to overthrow tyrants while working together beneath towering trees.

Overall, Ceschi's lyrics in "Bite Through Stone" convey a feeling of frustration and disillusionment with the status quo. He critiques the government's policies on cryogenics and free speech, and rejects the ideals of American hope. At the same time, he presents a violent but hopeful vision of a revolutionary struggle for change.

Line by Line Meaning

For every bicycle in China there's a
In this world, there's something unnatural for every natural thing

Cryogenically frozen embryo
Frozen unborn human beings

That will
Who would

Wake up in a cold sweat
Awaken to the harsh reality

Run around the veteran's hospital
Wander aimlessly in search for answers

Wondering what gave birth to it
Questioning how such a thing came to be

Then we'll sing the national anthem
Then we'll celebrate our country's pride

While the government rounds up zygotes
Although the government is gathering undeveloped human cells

In the latest titanium nets
With the latest technology

So they will keep their baby mouths shut
So they won't be able to speak out or resist

And suck down freedom with the other runts
And be forced into a life of submission and obedience

But I'm an impostor here
But I feel like I don't belong here

I feel it in my bones
I feel it deep within my being

And in the way that I have never cared
And in the way that I have never been able to care

About American hope
About the hope that America promised

Yes, you're an anomaly just like me
Yes, you're different from the norm, just like me

So let's fuck in the street
So let's rebel publicly

To show them what it's like to be free
To prove how it feels to be genuinely free

You'll give birth on a highway
You will have to give birth under difficult circumstances

With fifty frozen babies on all sides
Surrounded by other unborn babies who won't make it

Curled up in their ice cube wombs
In their frozen, undeveloped states

Sweet, closed eyed
Peacefully unaware of the world around them

We'll come up with their names one by one
We'll give them meaningful identities

Till every letter's used
Until we exhaust all possible names

And they've thawed out in the sun
And they're ready to face the world

Then we can sharpen swords in sync with local textile workers
Then we can prepare for the battle with the help of local workers

And sew together sinew for our injured ally warriors
And fix up our injured comrades to get back to the war

Building in solidarity beneath coniferous giants
Uniting together under the support of strong trees

Planning to shove spikes into the backs of sleeping tyrants
Preparing to overthrow oppressive leaders

The subtleties of war are loud and so obnoxious
The complexities of conflict are overwhelming and obvious

That they can shake stem cells out of test tubes and leave the deaf unconscious
So strong that it can affect even the smallest living things and leave even the oblivious stunned

Nobody ever taught us the most valuable lesson
We were never taught the most important thing

Now there's a tragic lack of expression on the faces that we've dissected
And now, the people's faces we have analyzed are full of sadness

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