Oh! The Ocean: X-Rated

X-Rated

Artificial Angels

"A child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth."

music & lyrics Joshua Turner
produced by Christopher Hooks

Child Outta Wedlock

A taste of my latest music, combined with older beats. I'm just tryna get this depression monkey off my back. Enjoy, please leave some feedback. My ego needs constant reinforcement. 

Hurry and Wait

Welcome Back, Majina!

Too Rare to Die

LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/IHIAMTT
MUSIC/MERCH: https://AesopRock.com

Audio Credits:
Produced, written & performed by Aesop Rock.
Cuts by Forest Pond.
Mixed by Joey Raia.
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, NYC.
Project coordinated by K. Beacham, E. Williams, A. Everson & J. Daley.
Executive produced by I. Bavitz, S. Daley & B. Sayers.

Lyrics:
I was on a cloud, cherubs brushing my hair
For several hours, you were on the ground, punching the air 
I’m a live one if infinitely under repair 
Some people call me Aes Rock, some “is somebody there?” 
Shh, Somebody’s not, and it’s more than a passive vacancy
It’s less than zero people stealing baguettes out the bakery
Witness like, “Who wasn’t that?” In route to prove a negative 
And losing, trying to enter antimatter into evidence
Break for expletives, back in holy country 
Where the neighbors cat is missing and no coyote is hungry 
And every lizard leapin’, I’m every bit indecent
Aiming for whoever presently king of the tetrahedron 
The funny part is who would even want to sit up there 
Throne shmone, I’m home in a Herman Miller chair
Working, hunched over something, blowing smoke, Kirby on his lap purrin  
Cervical spine chirping, chills
It’s perfect, certain as the plaid shirt tag reads Kirkland
I walk around late, cross a bridge and cross a bridge back 
Never passed a quiz for a bridge troll’s trick bag
Even if he offers 3 guesses I appreciate the interest but will not be taking questions
I will be taking any route I want including dead ends
To any place I want including all the many heavens, but 

It’s a mess out here, I heard it’s a mess there too 

Remember, when the smoke starts blowing, and your eyes start stinging
And your throat starts closing, what a little fresh air can do 

By the first red sliver of daystar 
Somebody went and freed a couple chickens in the graveyard 
Weird flex, but I like a weird flex 
Like an odd duck who adheres to a spirit quest 
Per se, fish swim in circles where he curdles
Dogs purr, birds fly inverted 
Perps turn to serpents, but the waves are yay high
The surf is way up, and ocean water ain’t sustain the grapevine
Get barreled get spat through space-time
Beached where you dress strange, different plane and date line
Before the stop, stare, and questionnaire
Bitch, I dress like a Rocket Man everywhere
Pops had a pinball machine from the 60s
I can still hear it ringing when I’m pinging off epiphanies
Ping! Ping! Ping! There go the king of zing 
Who made it up the precipice and never kissed a pinky ring
Repel thru a skylight once a week, or feel like I’m someone I don’t wanna be
I used to party with animatronic Chuck E. Cheese
Any celebrities I met since then were fucking weeeeaak
The door knocker talks, might make you solve a riddle before you bother the boss
Y’all get off my lawn it’s a Bob Ross 
And no eye contact with the shop dogs 

It’s a mess out here, I heard it’s a mess there too 

Remember, when the smoke starts blowing, and your eyes start stinging
And your throat starts closing, what a little fresh air can do

Aesop Rock - Full House Pinball

Doug Heffernan

I'm Matt. I make beats and I rap. I do have beats for sale, I can also hand craft you one of those bad boys. Just hit me up. EASTSIDE, CARNE ASADA FRIES, AND SUNSETS TO YOU ALL.

Doug Heffernan

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