LISTEN/BUY: https://rse.lnk.to/ITS VINYL/CD/MERCH: https://AesopRock.com SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE: https://bit.ly/RhymesayersYT VIDEO CREDITS: Directed by Aesop Rock. Lyric animations by Aesop Rock. Footage and effects by Justin “Coro” Kaufman. SONG CREDITS: Written and produced by Aesop Rock Cuts by Forest Pond LYRICS: The brand reads “Animal Farm” A fugee on the lam, runnin’ with a lamb in my arms Trail of rabbits harboring the farmer’s brand of cigars And cattle after, after that it’s like a ramp to an arc Planned a garlic salmon, already romancing the fingerlings When reminded why the ringer’s off, it only ever “ring ring ring” Out of radio silence a bad miracle Panic in the paradigm, attacking the familiar world Evacuate, bleeding heart, I had to let the horses out Who each step forward to bow free to ignore the corral Freedom ain’t a circle per the management’s “normal amount” It’s when the chorus vow to normalize the horse’s mouth Black Philip free to b-a-a what he b-a-a’s From a growing blob of jail-broken oxen and hogs I know some pigs’ll splinter off I seen ‘em mixing with the bosses Sipping gin, as if the trough is less prestigious than the office It isn’t, receiving a transmission from the future Where your time around them humans ain’t protect you from they butcher’s Block, a bunch of us are meeting at the moor behind the the Orkin You coulda been a presence at the origin Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness After entertaining more second chances than Velma’s glasses From a person place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend You could always run the red, or break the glass or jump the fence, yea It was always all of a sudden All’s well ’til it’s all of his palm on the button I am always into something I am always into something It was always all a whodunnit, All told, it was all of us up ’til it wasn’t I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something I can introduce you to another realm Help you with the move, but only you can go fuck yourself Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor With bumper to bumper sending turtle shells at one another It’s treasure hunters budding in some cannonball running of bulls Sweating in the dead of summer, red X on the bread and butter Pardon while his pedal power shed the inseparable umbra Reset the pecking order, still ain’t pick a second number Detective on some “how you get so mega extra ultra?” I said “never check the weather and always dress for the tundra” Merry “Dawn of the Mummy”, heard a call in my slumber Woke to a thousand years of sauce of the month in a bunker Yum, you could be the lunker under pepper X, I feel like professor why, why are all my friends depressed? Why’s this party feel like when I walked back into Selmer’s Pets In precious tears like “why are all my tetra dead… yet again? Landspeed entirely contextual Glacial-pace grand prix, “space invader camera B!” Cam or not, copy room, camp ground or canteen Every time you stand down, I pop out yelling “and… scene!” Make a million paper cranes, blindfolded Both arms stuck in different crane games Underwater, over coals, whole of his spirit above him Call now, I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something I am always into something FOLLOW AESOP ROCK: https://www.rhymesayers.com/aesoprock https://www.facebook.com/aesoprockwins https://www.twitter.com/aesoprockwins https://www.instagram.com/aesoprockwins #aesoprock #infinityfillgoosedown #integratedtechsolutions #its
