Filed under: Indie Music 2007
Winner! The best politically charged song to play in your headphones as you stroll past buzzed suits and wayward beggars to purchase organic perishables and overpriced nag champa at Whole Foods.
When a king is a whore who comply and conform, miles outside of the eye of the storm. With a siphon, a lure and a prize and award, while avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war.
Aesop Rock – None Shall Pass
from None Shall Pass, 2007
(Nominated by Plug as one of the top 12 music videos of 2007.)
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Aesop Rock – None Shall Pass Lyrics
Flash that buttery gold, jittery zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole, water patrol
What are we, to heart huckabee, art fuckery suddenly?
Not enough young in his lung for the water wing
Colorfully vulgar poacher at a mulch like,
“I’ma pull the pulse out a soldier and bolt.” (Fine.)
Sign of the time we elapse,
When a primate climb up the spine and attach
Eye for an eye, by the bog life swamps and vines,
They get a rise out of frogs and flies
So when a dog fights hog-tied prize sorta costs a life.
The mouths water on a fork and knife
And the allure isn’t right,
No score on a war-torn beach
Where the cash cow’s actually beef.
Blood turns wine when I leak for police
Like, “That’s not a riot, it’s a feast. Let’s eat.”
And I will remember your name and face
On the day you were judged by the funhouse cast,
And I will rejoice in your fall from grace
With a cane to the sky like, “None shall pass.”
None shall pass, none shall pass…
Aah, let me in!
None shall pass.
Aah, let me in!
None shall pass.
Now if he never had a day a snowcone couldn’t fix
You wouldn’t relate to the rogue vocoder blitz,
How he spoke through a no-doz, motor on the fritz
‘Cause he wouldn’t play roll over, fetch, like a bitch
And express no regrets though he isn’t worth the homeowners’ piss
To the jokers who pose by the glitz. (Fine.)
Sign of the swine and the swarm
When a king is a whore who comply and conform
Miles outside of the eye of the storm
With a siphon, a lure and a prize and award,
While avoiding the vile and bizarre that is violence and war.
True blue triumph is more.
Like, “Wait, let it snake up outta the centerfold,
Let it break the balls of Jericho. Ready? Go.”
Sat where the old cardboard city folks
Swap tales with heads like every other penny throw…
You tried to trick me, you’ve got a lot of nerve.
I’m not trying to trick you. I’m -trust me- I’m -trust me- I’m trying to help.
Okay, woke to a grocery list
Goes like this: duty and death.
Any one object, come stand in the way,
You can be my little Snake River Canyon today.
And I ran with a chain of commands
And a jetpack strap where the backstab lands if it can. (Fine.)
Sign of the vibe in the crowd
When I cut a belly open to find what’ll climb out,
What a bit of gusto he must erupt
Make a dark horse rush like enough’s enough.
It must’a struck a nerve so they huff and puff
Till all the king’s men fluster and clusterfuck.
And it’s a beautiful thing
To my people who keep an impressive wing span
Even when the cubicle shrink,
You gotta pull up the intruder by the root of the weed
And march you through the machine…
I’m trying to help…