LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/BlackHoleSuperette VINYL/CD/CASSETTE/MERCH: https://AesopRock.com SONG CREDITS: Produced, Written & Performed by Aesop Rock Keys by Asher Fulero LYRICS: Ok, fuck all that bullshit though I’m picky, I only open books that glow Whodunnits and cozy mysteries, who stole the crypt keys Who showed the minions to the minced meat, it was me Hut hut, helmet off, blitz the whole bitstream Override the A/V in, with A/V out the in-between IV in, 1 of Epi, 1 of Ralph Steadman Phoebe Judge, EPMD, the Amazing Kreskin His bag is a braided bread, in the oven for 30 days It’s never the same twice, it’s always a perfect bake It’s purple prose when you're looking for just the facts You wanna know where I been, some other where nothing’s mapped Lost at the Waldbaums, faded facing 30-thousand square feet of wrong aisle Long Isle, strong man, roll up in a Pontiac siege tower Fire an arrow 45 degrees down Accounting for the breeze I can do that shit where you nock two arrows at once And shoot to counter separate things I can hit a moving target from a moving target It’s a rabbit from an equine, it’s an ET from a starship The stoicism only misdirection for the metrics It doesn’t represent the actual pressure through the plexus Or that maybe why I’m terrible with names is cause I’m special At memorizing the exits during those same seconds I jumped into a volcano Climbed up, only to say my today is not on no today show All recorded history is forfeit to the fuego It’s infinite present tense, presently on some next Referencing something ancient that play to current events In a way that feels just too flagrant to’ve occurred by itself I know that sound absurd as all hell I don’t even know what I’m saying for certain, surely it’s “help”, uhhhh help? Same bat-time, same bat-channel Same flatline, same plaid flannel Same bad gamble, same graf name on the ax handle Brand new taxidermied mammal on the mantle Man, man, I ain’t sneaking by the sleeping bear I mean, if you ain’t down to let it eat you, why you even here? Pigeon on my shoulder like a goth Rio The putdown Picasso here to un-massage the ego I’m friend or foe depending on the content in your keynote And not above the lobbing of a rotten tomatillo Honestly, it’s getting hard to watch like paradise for parking lots Nevermind that parking lots are paradise, the paradox Oh the places you'll go and exploding aerosols The running with a boiling beaker in a pair of tongs Drink a shot of ant and roach, eat a bowl of Cherry Bombs With peri-peri, no, with chimi-churri sauce Boyhood drawing b-boys with big sneakers Til the shoe fit, now they pouring plaster in the foot print Take it to the lab, show the cast to the bull pen All you get is choruses of “I call bullshit” That’s how a giant flyeth under the radar for so long Y’all underestimate the day-arc I’m on The stay dark at dawn, carnival barker, the autumn Barbisol marksman The can up the arm of his Nautica parka At large, from playing dig dug at the IHOP To undead 3-inch-punching a pine box To, magus of the month, 3 months standing In more than magenta, yellow, and Cyan Ink It’s a wave, it ebb and it swellIt could celebrate the memory or separate the cells it could focus on excelling or accentuate the Hell That’s excellent, Can it send help? Cuz uhhhh… help #aesoprock #blackholesuperette #sendhelp #rhymesayers