… Read Full Bio ↴The Uncluded is a duo that consists of Aesop Rock and Kimya Dawson.
In 2007, while on tour supporting his album None Shall Pass, indie rapper/producer Aesop Rock wrote a fan email to folk singer/songwriter Kimya Dawson. A few years later, in 2010, they reconnected during the creation of arts-and-oddities blog 900Bats, which in turn sparked the pair's collaborative musical efforts. After appearing on each other's respective recent solo records, Aesop Rock's Skelethon and Kimya Dawson's Thunder Thighs, both found more worth pursuing within the group dynamic, and The Uncluded were hatched.
The group name, The Uncluded, was chosen based on an excerpt from the book Imaginationally by artist/writer Michael Bernard Loggins. Imaginationally is an illustrated dictionary of words Loggins created to describe his daily experiences and thoughts.
Their debut album, Hokey Fright, was recorded over the course of a year using a variety of locations and devices, from voice memo recorders to fleshed out studios. Aesop and Kimya wrote, performed, and recorded the whole album, with the exception of the drums on "Delicate Cycle", which were played by James McNew of Yo La Tengo.
Having both experienced some loss in recent years, conversations about mortality served as a starting point for what would eventually become an album as much about finding therapy through writing/sharing as it is about being ok with admitting fear in the face of adversity. There is a sense of self-exploration and discovery that happens during the songs, as if the two are doing the problem-solving in front of you. While much of the album maintains a serious tone, Dawson and Rock's oddball humor plays an integral part in humanizing the obstacles that can initially seem too massive to process.
BOOMERANG
The Uncluded Lyrics
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Entirely divided from his hub
Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier
When building coverage out of rubber tires
Or guns out of thumbs,
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Um, It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm
How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood
To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt
Or halo deep in water,
Glub glub, wondering if running
Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
I'm four balled tyred in the mud
When it's diner food or bust
Spiralling a sign of whats to come
While pretending I am fine with what I've done
I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis
And treat 'em like they seen em with a second set of eyelids
OK, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there
Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware
How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush
First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch
Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wet stone
Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs
I headed west, planned to boomerang back
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
The lyrics of The Uncluded's "Boomerang" depict a person who is dressed up like a spider in a cup, completely separated from his hub or support system. The singer talks about his attempts at building coverage out of rubber tires or guns out of thumbs, negotiating inter-stellar peace talks or dealing with his mother who is transmitting intel on the meatloaf. The singer is constantly dealing with a sense of discomfort, whether it is the sugar water that's getting warm or his feeling of impending doom as he suits up for civil war.
As the song progresses, the singer talks about having settled thousands of miles away from his blood and climbing tirelessly high-dive into a sponge. He's trying to tunnel ankle-deep into paydirt or halo-deep into water. The singer is questioning if running is considered cowardly or cunning by the people. The second verse talks about the author's feeling of being stuck in the mud with four bald tires, pretending like he is fine with what he's done. He talks about homies who appreciate the crisis and treat it like they've seen them with a second set of eyelids.
The song's overall theme can be interpreted as the singer's feelings of being lost and separated from his support system, dealing with a variety of difficult emotions that he tries to understand and process. The title "Boomerang" is, perhaps, a nod to the feeling of being pulled back to where he started, or his desire to come full circle in order to find resolution.
Line by Line Meaning
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Fully prepared and ready for action, yet isolated and disconnected from the center of things.
Entirely divided from his hub
Completely separated from the heart or core of a situation.
Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier
Dealing with problems that are caused or initiated by external entities or forces.
When building coverage out of rubber tires
Making do with inadequate materials or resources to accomplish a task or goal.
Or guns out of thumbs,
Using ineffective or absurd tools or strategies in an attempt to accomplish something.
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Attempting to resolve major conflicts or differences between two opposing entities or viewpoints.
Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Receiving information or intel on seemingly mundane or insignificant matters.
Um, It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm
The climate or conditions are shifting unfavorably or unexpectedly, while something that should be maintaining its usual temperature is not.
Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war
Moving forward towards a brighter future, while simultaneously preparing for potential conflict or disagreement.
How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Questioning one's own readiness and preparation when circumstances seem obscure or unclear.
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Keeping a small sense of optimism or excitement within oneself, despite the stress or uncertainty of a situation.
Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood
Establishing oneself in a new environment, far from the familiar or comforting presence of loved ones.
To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
Pushing oneself to take risks and pursue new experiences, even if the outcome may be uncertain or intimidating.
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Penetrating or breaking into a seemingly secure or protected objective, in a way that may be unexpected or unconventional.
Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt
Persisting in an endeavor in hopes of achieving a significant reward or payout.
Or halo deep in water, Glub glub, wondering if running
Being submerged or overwhelmed with thoughts, doubts, or fears, and struggling to decide between staying put or attempting to escape.
Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning
Questioning the perceived perception or value of different approaches to a situation, and wondering which may be more effective or strategic.
I'm four balled tyred in the mud
Feeling stuck, trapped, or bogged down in a difficult or unpleasant situation.
When it's diner food or bust
Being in a situation where there are limited options or resources, and having to make the best of what is available.
Spiralling a sign of whats to come
Experiencing events or circumstances that may be indicative of future patterns or outcomes.
While pretending I am fine with what I've done
Putting on a facade or pretending that one is content or satisfied with their past choices or actions.
Homies that appreciate the crisis
Having friends or comrades who are empathetic or understanding of one's difficult personal situation.
And treat 'em like they seen em with a second set of eyelids
Receiving a level of support or understanding that goes beyond surface-level sympathy or assistance.
OK, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there
Acknowledging a mistake or fault in an issue, and accepting responsibility for the situation.
Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware
Reflecting on past experiences or decisions that were made without fully understanding the consequences or impact.
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
Experiencing a sudden and jarring change in one's environment or circumstances.
When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush
Arriving at a crossroads or turning point where previous beliefs, assumptions, or patterns are called into question and quieted.
First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch
Going through the stages of intense dislike, then fondness, and finally reliance or dependence on something.
Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wet stone
Reflecting on the formative experiences or environments that shaped one's character and abilities.
Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs
Working hard to refine skills and find success, even in difficult or uncertain circumstances.
I headed west, planned to boomerang back
Embarking on a journey or experience with the intention of returning or reconnecting with one's starting point.
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
Being derailed or diverted from one's plans or goals by a major and unexpected obstacle or challenge.
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Repeating patterns or cycles, in a way that suggests coming full circle or returning to a starting point.
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Repeating patterns or cycles, in a way that suggests coming full circle or returning to a starting point.
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Repeating patterns or cycles, in a way that suggests coming full circle or returning to a starting point.
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Repeating patterns or cycles, in a way that suggests coming full circle or returning to a starting point.
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@pisssommelier768
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Entirely divided from his hub
Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier
When building coverage out of rubber tires
Or guns out of thumbs,
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Um, It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm
Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war
How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood
To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt
Or halo deep in water,
Glub glub, wondering if running
Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
I'm four balled tyred in the mud
When it's diner food or bust
Spiralling a sign of whats to come
While pretending I am fine with what I've done
I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis
And treat 'em like they seen em with a second set of eyelids
OK, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there
Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware
How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush
First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch
Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wet stone
Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs
I headed west, planned to boomerang back
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
@michealpangowish9292
I spun and I stood, and I look back at the good,
And I remembered seeing ghosts, and I remembered being tiny.
I remembered always hiding with only flashlights lighting.
Had to pee when you found the best spot. Bad timing.
Climbing a dogwood. Barking, in bloom.
Sting singing on the ceiling of a blue bedroom.
Like a Harlem-line summertime hootenanny barbecue:
Screaming "I'm fine!", but I think they all knew.
Cause you can't hide your childhood flying dreams
Through your fishbowl-wall transparencies
And the clock tick-tocked. It was time to leave.
I walked away from everyone and everything,
And I thought when I left, that I couldn't come back.
With that old household never home again.
And then, when I ran toward the one-man-band,
I began abandoning all my friends.
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Entirely divided from his hub
Addressing injuries commissioned by the Suffolk county brier
When building coverage out of rubber tyres
Or guns out of thumbs...
Negotiated inter-stellar peace talks
Mothership transmitting intel on the meatloaf
Ummm... It's getting cold, sugar water getting warm
Cruising to a future summer, suiting up for civil war
How? All dressed up like a spider in a cup
Hiding tiny butterflies inside his gut
Having settled down, several thousand miles from his blood
To climb and tirelessly high-dive into a sponge
Space invaders through a paper Rita Hayworth
Trying to tunnel 'till he ankle deep in pay-dirt
Or halo deep in water...
Glub glub... wondering if running
Is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
Boom-er-oomerang, Boom-er-oomerang
I went east with a hole to fill in my chest.
I went west with it filled: off to build a nest.
I'm impressed. I'm depressed. I'm the best. I'm a mess.
With a pretty little baby girl upon my breast.
And next: progress, twist, turn, digress.
Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, never rest.
I missed the rest as you might suspect,
And I tried to fly, but my wings are wet.
A kid in the woods, ducked down in the shrubs.
Out of hiding just in time to greet the sun,
So here I stand with my hand out cast aflame.
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm so lame.
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend.
The worry makes me scurry into my own head.
With my eyes on the rise, feet where it sets,
Sentimental obstacles; of course it's me not them.
All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
I'm four bald tires in the mud
When it's diner food or bust
Spiralling a sign of whats to come
While pretending I am fine with what I've done
I'm not, but homies that appreciate the crisis
And treat 'em like they seen em with a second set of eyelids
Ok, that wasn't fair, admittedly I wasn't there
Long before I volunteered as unabashed, unaware
How? All dressed up, like a spider in a cup
Who never knew a silence so abrupt
When the mileage in the middle, turn a siren to a hush
First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch
Long Island was the hatchery, NYC the wetstone
Sharpening the carving knives, foraging for breadcrumbs
I headed west, planned to boomerang back
Sidetracked by a trans-continental cage match
@TheDoosky
this is just one of those songs that you wanna listen to over and over again wanting it to never end, or am i wrong?
@jesserodriguez506
Nope.You're right.
@4some2joe0
absolutely not, I'm one that repeats it till engraved lyrics linger in my brain and join in loudly
@Gary-tb3tw
TheDoosky yes
@danielaragon5302
X42
@Eddysassin
Nailed it
@bryce2631
I remember when this album came out. "First you hate it, then you love it, then you try it as a crutch" hit home so hard it left a smoking hole in my chest.
@GoldFishEatSouls
"I'm sorry that sometimes I'm a deadbeat friend.
The worry makes me scurry into my own head."
I feel this line in my soul...
@sardonic151
I've been listening to this song for years and I just understood it is about growing old and leaving your friends and then knowing you can return to them.
@nikolastamenkovic755
Whole album is pure greatness.
"wondering if running is considered by the people to be cowardly or cunning"