Bats
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My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (fuck)
Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood
Too known too dumbstruck
Plainclothes sputtering
A strange home spine-chilling cluster to unfuck
Sup sup all steady with little magic
No checked bags show up with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits
From mangled emotion and gross patterns
No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops
And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
1 point fuckin 5 schmillion
A number undermining how they duck and dive different
And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit

I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama
And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama
And the lama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind
And your mind's rind peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to where they hid
So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave
'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve
1.5 million bats is what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
'Cause every little bit counts
Sometimes in death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yea the beat that completes your shit these days
(The beat that completes your shit these days)

Bats
Bats

The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field
Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed
Never played Taps on a short scale
Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails
Sore thumb
Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick
Kayo said "are people you are meeting know what loss is?"
Twenty in a one a patio with forceps
Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads
Never gonna stop
Tell me about your homey
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clique
From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader

There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
Coming in like a lamb-chop
At which the lion's shamed
I got Gunther Gabel Williams
Trynta tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip
I said if that's all you got
You ain't got shit
'Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box
I will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can't clip my wings

Bats
Bats

I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six
Knife in the road
Scalp in his mitten
Glass house decalicow and pissin'
A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system
Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs
Group is over gallon
Under the bowed head shrunk
Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrum-wretch
If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you
Speaking of the future us
Twin city mourning
Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory
Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane
Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain
I will drag these bricks
Over lake and law
Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul
Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved
Then he totaled and a quarter of 'em a draw
Don't count shit
First sign of leathery wings
He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things

See I started this life
As a nappy but clean flapjack
Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack
A princess a jock a brain a freak
Now I'm a fucking rebel I'm a little of each
And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts in me
And I like cross-pollinating the communities
Because divided we're cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and roaches
And humans and honkers
And if you're close to my age, then you were raised down the street
With a lick-em-mate Fun Dip in front of your TV
And our generation's gotta do it differently
'Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
Inside an old-fashioned funeral, ew - change the station
I'd rather tune in for a life celebration
Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows
'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go
Put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend's presence
Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live




With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live

Overall Meaning

The Uncludedā€™s song Bats is a complex and thought-provoking piece of music that touches on themes of loss, grief, and identity. In the first verse, the singer talks about their struggles with sleeping and the chaos in their mind. They also allude to a murder and the chilling aftermath of the event. The singer then speaks about the futility of trying to make sense of the chaos in their life amid rumors of a mysterious bridge and a large colony of bats. The second verse speaks about a deceased friend and the cathartic experience of trying to summon bats to come out from hiding.


The song is a mix of prose and poetry, with non-linear storytelling that requires listeners to pay attention to the lyrics to understand fully whatā€™s happening. The lyrics have multiple references to different events and people, lending the song a layered and nuanced meaning. The reference to Minnesota Dali Lama in the second verse, for instance, alludes to a famous Tibetan spiritual leader and suggests that the deceased friend was a wise and enlightened person.


Line by Line Meaning

My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
I never really feel at home or comfortable wherever I go


Catch less Z's more f-bombs (fuck)
I have trouble sleeping and tend to use swear words as a way to express my frustration


Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
There are people from a different place who have brought along a dark and hidden secret


With four cold eyes ushering a Johnstown flood
These mysterious individuals seem to be causing a destructive event, likened to a flooding disaster


Too known too dumbstruck
They have too much knowledge or information, and it leaves me speechless


Plainclothes sputtering
These people are speaking incoherently or unintelligibly


A strange home spine-chilling cluster to unfuck
This eerie and unsettling situation needs to be resolved or untangled


Sup sup all steady with little magic
I try to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, relying on small moments of wonder or enchantment


No checked bags show up with the most baggage
There are no visible signs of emotional baggage, but it is actually present and burdensome


Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits
I am experiencing new struggles that are reminiscent of previous hardships and they resurface unexpectedly


From mangled emotion and gross patterns
These difficulties arise from distorted emotions and unhealthy habits or patterns


No carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops
Instead of positive incentives or rewards, there are only rumors of a dark and ominous bridge


And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots (Bats)
A bizarre and disturbing image of pine floating out of a bathtub filled with repulsive insects, metaphorically representing unsettling thoughts or ideas


1 point fuckin 5 schmillion
A large and exaggerated number, undermining how others operate or cope differently


A number undermining how they duck and dive different
This number undermines the way others avoid or navigate challenges differently


And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six
I waited for a significant amount of time, but only witnessed a small number or few


Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit
While others may have seen it as disappointing or unsuccessful, I viewed it as impressive and noteworthy


I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama
I made an effort to get to know someone by watching their videos, spending time with their friends, and even embracing their mother


And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dali Lama
It is evident to me that this individual possesses significant wisdom and insight, like a revered spiritual leader


And the lama twist his tongue
The spiritual leader skillfully uses their words and speech


To create a perfect rhyme
Their words effortlessly form a flawless and harmonious rhyme


With every style preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind
They are adept at delivering their message in various styles, all designed to captivate and engage the listener's mind


And your mind's rind peels back revealing
Your mind's outer layer is peeled away, exposing its inner depths


Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat
Every deceased friend is symbolically represented on the back of a small, dark bat


So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge
You patiently stand and anticipate at the highest point of the bridge


Only six fly out and return to where they hid
Only a small number of bats fly away and come back to their hiding place


So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave
You continue to wait, never wanting to depart from this place


'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve
There is a belief that one must witness an enormous amount of bats in order to properly mourn or grieve


1.5 million bats is what you think you need
There is a perception that a massive quantity of bats is necessary for the grieving process


But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
However, just a handful of bats is sufficient to find some solace or tranquility


'Cause every little bit counts
Even the smallest contribution or gesture holds significance


Sometimes in death and disorder
During times of death and chaos


You look for shooting stars
You search for signs of hope or beauty amidst the darkness


In the reflection of the water
Finding these signs of hope in the mirrored surface of water


And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
You are pleasantly surprised by unexpected blessings or presents


On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
These unexpected gifts come on the birthdays of deceased friends who remain deeply ingrained in your thoughts


Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
These gifts encompass emotions such as love, affection, music, and intense anger or frustration


And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
These gifts also include the crucial tools or solutions to free yourself from emotional turmoil or restrictions


The ability to put the pen back to the page
Regaining the capacity to continue writing or creating, despite challenges or setbacks


The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
The passion or motivation that drives you forward on stage or in your art


The beat that completes your shit these days
The rhythm or musical accompaniment that enhances and completes your creative work in the present time


Yea the beat that completes your shit these days
Indeed, the beat is what adds the final touch to your current creative endeavors


The post cards coast from a reoccurring force field
Postcards arrive from a repeated and powerful source of energy or influence


Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed
This source of energy or influence is actively preserving or dealing with their personal demons in an unconventional manner


Never played Taps on a short scale
They never played the mournful bugle call, Taps, on a smaller or limited range


Played dream wars with corbins chalkboard nails
Instead, they engaged in imaginative battles or conflicts using imaginative weapons made of chalkboard nails


Sore thumb
They stand out or are easily noticeable


Ay yo played the corner of the salt lick
They found themselves in an unconventional or risky situation


Kayo said "are people you are meeting know what loss is?"
Kayo questioned if the individuals you encounter truly understand the depth and pain of loss


Twenty in a one a patio with forceps
In a cramped or confined space, they managed to fit twenty individuals using forceps or careful precision


Wig splits sorting would amount to little mortar heads
Their wild or unruly behavior may result in minor injuries or disagreements


Never gonna stop
They are determined and unwavering in their pursuit


Tell me about your homey
They ask about your friend or companion


The quote that would open a can of bogeys
The words or statement that would provoke a chain of negative or disruptive events


In the form of stolen roman candle stories
These events manifest as tales or anecdotes reminiscent of stolen fireworks that spark into chaotic displays


Wild youth clique
A group of rebellious and spirited young individuals


From a tethered plus my alive friends are even deader
Coming from a restrained or limited place, their living friends seem to be more lifeless or stagnant


There's a little folk singer who has run out of chords
There is a singer-songwriter who has exhausted all their musical resources or ideas


Like a big bad lion who has lost its roar
Similar to a powerful lion that can no longer unleash its loud roar, this singer has lost their ability to captivate or command attention


Coming in like a lamb-chop
Instead, they enter with a more subdued or gentle approach


At which the lion's shamed
This change in approach causes the lion to feel embarrassed or diminished


I got Gunther Gabel Williams
Gunther Gabel Williams, a famous animal trainer, symbolizes their attempt to regain control or mastery


Trynta tame my brain
They are trying to regain control over their thoughts or mental state


With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip
Using skill and precision, they try to assert their control or authority


I said if that's all you got
However, they express their disappointment, implying that these efforts are insufficient


You ain't got shit
Their message is that these attempts hold no value or effectiveness


'Cause for free birds like me
Because they are independent and unbound, like free birds


The possibilities are endless
They believe there are infinite opportunities and options available to them


Try to put me in a box
If others attempt to confine or limit them


I will be relentless
They will persist and not back down


In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things
They are determined to explore and pursue a variety of interests and experiences


You can clip my toe nails but
Others may try to control or restrict them in small ways


You can't clip my wings
But they assert that their true essence or freedom cannot be taken away


I know about your brother
They possess knowledge or information about your sibling


I will bring him to the bridge
They promise to introduce or bring your brother to the bridge


If the colony is hiding we lift him on the six
In case the group or community is concealing themselves, they will assist in revealing their presence


Knife in the road
A pivotal or critical moment in their journey


Scalp in his mitten
They hold a symbol of victory or conquest, represented by a scalp, in their hand


Glass house decalicow and pissin'
They engage in defiant or rebellious behavior, challenging the fragile nature of a glass house


A proud Fugee and a foul cow limp cow system
They take pride in their association with the Fugees, a music group, but also criticize a corrupt or dysfunctional society


Triple crown clip never trickle down bread crumbs
They critique the failure of wealth or benefits to reach the lower classes or those in need


Group is over gallon
They have exceeded a certain limit or capacity as a collective unit


Under the bowed head shrunk
Underneath their lowered or submissive posture, they feel diminished or smaller


Better sip from the acrylic killer clown redrum-wretch
They sarcastically suggest drinking from a toxic or murderous clown, symbolizing the dangers of relying on superficial or artificial pleasures


If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
If one ever wakes up feeling invincible or immune to future hardships


Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you
They highlight the importance of supportive and cherished friends who believe in your potential and future success


Speaking of the future us
Referring to the future version of themselves


Twin city mourning
Mourning or grieving together in the twin cities


Broke a wiper on a rental trynta grin away the gory
They broke a windshield wiper on a rented vehicle, attempting to find humor or positivity in a gruesome or disturbing situation


Wait new game smuggle bats on a plane
They introduce a new game or challenge of secretly transporting bats on a plane


Wait newer game tug a whole bridge through his brain
They suggest an even more difficult or impossible task of pulling an entire bridge through someone's mind


I will drag these bricks
They assert their determination to carry and overcome heavy burdens


Over lake and law
Overcoming various obstacles or challenges, including natural elements and societal rules


Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul
They metaphorically shake loose or release 1.5 million bats over St. Paul, symbolizing a significant and transformative event


Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved
They acknowledge the intertwining of art and logic in their endeavors


Then he totaled and a quarter of 'em a draw
Their efforts culminate in a significant success or achievement


Don't count shit
They emphasize not to underestimate or dismiss their accomplishments


First sign of leathery wings
At the earliest indication of danger or misfortune


He throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things
They defiantly raise their hands in a rock and roll gesture, shouting positive or inspiring words


See I started this life
They reflect on the beginning of their journey or existence


As a nappy but clean flapjack
They started off as a slightly messy but well-intentioned and presentable individual


Slipping on the shiny white backs of the back pack
They navigate or progress through life by slipping or sliding on the polished exterior of their backpack


A princess a jock a brain a freak
They embrace and embody different identities or roles, including being both feminine and athletic, intelligent and eccentric


Now I'm a fucking rebel I'm a little of each
They have transformed into a rebellious individual and incorporate aspects of each identity in their present self


And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts in me
They are proud and unashamed of their multifaceted nature


And I like cross-pollinating the communities
They enjoy bringing together different groups or communities and encouraging collaboration or exchange of ideas


Because divided we're cool
While individual groups may seem cool or interesting on their own


But together we conquer
They believe in the power of unity and collaboration to achieve great things


Like monsters and roaches
Comparing this unity to the unstoppable force of monsters and the resourcefulness of roaches


And humans and honkers
Drawing parallels between the resilience of humans and the honking strength of geese


And if you're close to my age, then you were raised down the street
If you are of a similar age, it is likely that you were brought up in close proximity to me


With a lick-em-mate Fun Dip in front of your TV
Together, we experienced the simple joy of enjoying Fun Dip candy while sitting in front of the television


And our generation's gotta do it differently
They believe that their generation needs to approach things in a unique and innovative way


'Cause we got new ideas and new abilities
Their generation possesses fresh and innovative ideas, as well as newfound skills


Inside an old-fashioned funeral, ew - change the station
In a traditional and somber funeral setting, they reject or disapprove, choosing to change the atmosphere


I'd rather tune in for a life celebration
They prefer to participate in a joyful and celebratory event instead of mournful ones


Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows
They advocate for bidding farewell through lively and entertaining gatherings, such as dance parties or concerts


'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go
Because they do not want to experience or be a part of depressing or melancholic situations


Put your hands in the air
They encourage you to raise your hands or celebrate


Feel your dead friend's presence
They believe that in doing so, you can sense the presence of your deceased friend


Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
They embrace and release emotional baggage without holding onto any negative feelings


With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
Wearing our hoods to conceal our identities, we stand on the bridge


And we're summoning the bats so we can live
We are calling forth the bats, symbolizing a desire to embrace life and live fully


Bats
The repeated invocation or reference to bats


Bats
The repeated invocation or reference to bats




Lyrics Ā© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: RHIANNON BRYAN, RHYDIAN DAVIES

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@jeffalten6072

[Verse 1 - Aesop Rock:]
My feet hang off of every bed I ever slept on
Catch less Z's more f-bombs (fuck)
Invaders from the north brought a body in the trunk
With four coal eyes ushering a Jonestown flood
Two known, two dumbstruck
Plain clothes sputter in
A strange home spine-chilling cluster to unfuck
Sup sup Austin, I know little magic
No checked bags show up with the most baggage
Fresh hell dragging old hell up from holed rabbits
Who mangle emotion in gross patterns,
No Carrots only rumors of a bridge that flickered with black scallops
And float pine out the bathtub of crass maggots
(Bats)
1 point fuckin 5 schmillion
A number undermining how they duck and dive different
And I was waiting for an hour and I merely saw six
Some thought it was a bust, I thought it was the shit

[Verse 2 - Kimya Dawson:]
I watched the videos and hung out with his friends and hugged his mama
And it's clear to me this kid's the Minnesota Dalai Lama
And the llama twist his tongue
To create a perfect rhyme
Whether freestyled or preconceived to spit that shit out at your mind
And your mind's rind peels back revealing
Every dead friend on the back of a little black bat
So you stand and you wait at the top of the bridge
Only six fly out and return to where they hid
So you wait and you wait and you never wanna leave
'Cause 1.5 million bats is what you need to see to grieve
1.5 million bats is what you think you need
But 6 is enough to receive a little peace
'Cause every little bit counts
In times of death and disorder
You look for shooting stars
In the reflection of the water
And you open the gifts that you didn't expect
On the birthdays of the dead friends that are stuck in your head
Like love, and hugs and songs and rage
And the keys that you needed to unlock your heart's cage
The ability to put the pen back to the page
The heat beneath your feet to propel you on stage
The beat that completes your shit these days
Yeah the beat that completes your shit these days
(The beat that completes your shit these days)

[Hook:]
BATS
BATS

[Verse 3 - Aesop Rock:]
The post cards coast from a recurring force field
Pickling his demons with the prematurely door-nailed
Never play Taps on a short-scale
Played dream wars with coffins and chalkboard nails
Sore thumb
All played the corner of the salt lick
K'll say, "The people you are meeting know what loss is"
Twenty in, I'm on the patio with forceps
Wig split, sorting what amount to little war heads
Yadda yadda stop
Tell me about your homie
The quote that would open a can of bogeys
In the form of stolen roman candle stories
Wild youth clipped
From a tether plus my alive friends are even deader

[Verse 4 - Kimya Dawson:]
Is a little folk singer who has run out of chords
Like a big bad lion who has lost it's roar?
Coming in like a lambchop
Out like a lyin' shame
I got Gunther Gabel- Williams
Tryna tame my brain
With a flick of the wrist and a crack of the whip
I said, "If that's all you got
You ain't got shit"
'Cause for free birds like me
The possibilities are endless
Try to put me in a box
I will be relentless
In my pursuit of lots of different kinds of things
You can clip my toe nails but
You can't clip my wings

[Hook:]
BATS
BATS

[Verse 5 - Aesop Rock:]
I know about your brother
I will bring him to the bridge
If the colony is hiding, we will lift him on the six
Knife in the road
Scalp in his mitten
Glass house, decal of Calvin pissin-
A proud Fugee of the foul cow tip cow system
Triple crown clip, never trickle down bread crumbs
Goofus over Gallant
Mill about head shrunk
Thread a symphony of krill and killer clown redrum-wretch
If you ever woke up feeling future-proof
Precious brothers in effect and rooting for the future you
Speaking of the future us
Twin City morning
Broke a wiper on a rental tryna grin away the gory
Look new game: smuggle bats on a plane
Wait - newer game: tie the whole bridge to his frame
I will drag these bricks
Over lake and law
Shake 1.5 out over St. Paul
Just knowing poetry and mathematics get involved
Any total ain't a quota more a draw
Don't count shit
First sign of leathery wings
You throw them devil horns up yelling heavenly things

[Verse 6 - Kimya Dawson:]
See I started this life
As a nappy buckwheat flapjack
Flipping on the shiny white backs of the brat pack
A princess, a jock, a brain, a freak
Now I'm a fucking rebel I'm a little of each
And I'm not ashamed of all the different parts of me
And I like cross-pollinating the communities
Because divided we're cool
But together we conquer
Like monsters and grouches
And humans and honkers
And if you're close to my age, then you were raised on the street
With a Lik-M-Aid Fun Dip in front of your TV
And our generation's gotta do it differently
'Cause we got new eyedas and new abilities
Is that an old-fashioned funeral? ew - change the station
I'd rather tune in for a life celebration
Say good bye with dance parties and say good bye with shows
'Cause that somber-ass shit's not the way I wanna go
Put your hands in the air
Feel your dead friend's presence
Wrap and unwrap pack no resentments
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live
With our hoods on our heads we are up on the bridge
And we're summoning the bats so we can live



All comments from YouTube:

@iamlawrencebricher

Kimya has a beautiful innocence to her delivery, but a brutal intelligence to her lyrics. The two combine beautifully

@DoYouSmokeKush

I thought it was Andy Milonakis LMFAOOOO

@uncludedbats118

""Bats" is the first track The Uncluded wrote as a group and pays tribute to Mikey "Eyedea" Larsen, former Moldy Peaches member Aaron Wilkinson & Tero "Camu Tao" Smith, all friends the pair had recently lost. On their journey to Austin via Minneapolis to pay respects to their friends Eyedea and Aaron, the song began to unfold and became their way of talking and coping with that loss. "Bats" became the string that sewed the entire journey together." - (On the Rhymesayers website)

@jamesg1425

This is one of my favorite songs ever. Absolute magic. So unique, from every angle. I really love The Uncluded

*wanted to add I had a friend, he showed me the Uncluded. He was a rap aficionado. He loved this. Out of all his friends, Iā€™m the only one who fell in love with it immediately. We would cruise and bump these songs on the highway. He passed away last year. Last week was the first time I could bring myself to listen to it again. It was something special. I saw some bats on the way home from work and knew it was time. BATS! 1.5 million bats is what you think you need to grieve but 6 is enough to receive a little piece

@kibwelee1099

The most amazing thing about this track is that Kimya is riding the shit out of this beat. Like.... she is actually FLOWING, and it's lovely.

@jacobericlamberson3562

It is rather impressive.

@trentfred

I would suspect that simply being in the presence of Mr. Rock could release a dormant flow.

@chexagon7656

Hell yeah she killin it in her classic nonchalant fashion. Never thought I'd find a folk-punk/hip-hop mashup I could appreciate but here we are šŸŽ¤šŸ˜»

@Mitth.Raw.Nurudo

Sheā€™s hitting every one of those wonderful kicks.

@PolarisCthulhu420

Touching track, truly a masterpiece. This song helps me deal with the loss I've experienced from a young age and for that I thank the Uncluded.

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