Aesop Rock - Klutz (Official Video)

A message from Aesop Rock –
"Here is something new - KLUTZ.
Occasionally song structure eludes me and it feels good. No problem-solving or pesky hit chorus, just rambling. Klutz is such a moment. I had started a couple things to this beat before sacrificing it to the gods of not-shutting-up, but this seemed a fitting fate. I hope you enjoy it.
My longtime video collaborator, Rob Shaw, helped visualize my long-windedness, and I’m excited to have Steve Espo Powers gracing the artwork for the release.
Lyrics below. Thank you."

Song Credits –
Written and produced by Aesop Rock

Video Credits –
Aesop Rock as himself
Eide as the dog
Director of Photography: Jim Birkett
Director/animator: Rob Shaw
Special thanks to Bent Image Lab

Lyrics –
Can’t motherfuck a motherfucker, from the underfunded Klutz who never undercut the butcher, The pick-a-booger-at-your-wake is bumping “I’m your pusher” also at your wake, Juvenile Intruders at the gate, brooding over waking history that bubbles from the blinking 12s of VCRs and Microwaves, like time machines for shrinking elders, rifling through their recipe, carrots, onions, celery, what unique amalgam of piss and repugnant energy spun him out of the 70s, to b-line for dessert? Fire-eater trying to keep it on the green side of the dirt, this is tea-time with the worst, geriatrics on decline of berserk, back in my day we were 3x more alert, now I go through my old clothing trying to find nostalgic threads to sell, walk away feeling like I should have never dressed myself, sincerely I was never on the cutting edge, my hand was on the hilt, you’re free to build with the other end, shriek into the vacuum If in spite of your accomplishments, you wake up feeling empty like Houdini’s grave probably is, volley with the quintessential digital-ager, Im offended by everything, my opinions comes in manger, oh boy, depreciating since they drove me off the lot, still into ghost stories and pot and the classic coconut bra, procedural crime drama shows with holes in the plot, and reminding clones there’s more to coping than a nose full of snot, ah, old pros throw 'bows to the 808, you couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate, bishop to queen 4 in damn Daniels under ram skulls, plan for cloudy with a chance of anvils, fever dreams of padded cells and jagged pills in frozen pipes, socialites from pageant hell with plastic smells and robot eyes, I’m hoping you all grow into the sentience you assume, as your moment of self-reflection is a moment for me too, look, with the steel chair, sure to serve the veal rare, brush up your evasion and basic tactical field care, I was on that constant futile rage before the internet, I been ignored for longer than you’ve been interested, the posse promise you nobody feels threatened by a scarecrow covered in crows who feel welcomed, that’s like hellions thinking hell is just ok but needs some polish, It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics, come duck a bounty, it's a hoot, Suffolk County it's a zoo, puppy chow and bitches brew, it's not exactly chicken soup, it’s heavy-lifters lifting, it’s ginseng on his whistling, it’s we don’t find the flippancy convincing, 2 for flinching, older yeller, never knew a no-kill shelter in his doggie days, now I draw my neighbors over Kouign-amanns and coffee stains, a walled and whirling urchin, more observant than audacious, I document the great unwashed and curse in Lithuanian, for a gallery of grifters channeling Sid’s action figures grafted with his little sister’s after markers glue and scissors, it’s trippy, the truth and fiction moving to a center, maybe it’s weirder they’ve never been photographed together, sometimes the stomach disappears from under a retreating lens, and patterns of a need to please abusive folk reveal themselves, I’m peeling back the layers, I’m sneaking past the lasers, I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a seed to blackened acres, the dogs I think are following me home are out to kill me, your music makes a motherfucker wanna move to Elm Street, rejection of the spirit by the body at your service, if you mess-up every friendship come get swept up in the current, here, wheels fall off of cars when they see him, seas part, green trees march out of Eden, I'm known to eat the heart and keep the archery uneven, are you starting to be part of the kinesis?

For more on Aesop Rock –

[Leslie_AF]

So that's how he's come up with all this stuff. He's got hundreds of Aesop Rocks working on lyrics at once.

[lbngaming]

I think Aesop has officially held the most underrated and overlooked artist for two straight decades

[demareatunes]

"i've been ignored for longer than you've been interested" - Aesop Rock, the most slept on rapper of all time

[rjploops]

There's like 50 words or phrases in this song alone that probably nobody has used before or since. Keeps me coming back every time just to hear more than I did before.

[Hyraethian]

Stages of listening to a work by Aesop
1: repeatedly picking your jaw off the floor.
2: extended periods of elbows on the desk and a cradled head
3: researching every other verse
4: step one and two some more
5: bumping along to a lyrical encyclopedia.

[ChopAndBrew]

Aesop Rock has more ill lines in the first half of this song than some folks do in their whole career. Dopeness.

[danielleschroder]

Something so refreshing about seeing your hero get better with age and exploring new avenues instead of getting into a rut and deteriorating!

[BragiHelvig]

“It helps to know intimidation’s all about the optics”

This line honestly flipped my view of the world.

[ThirteenAmp]

One of the illest displays of elite lyricism and delivery of all time, mind blowing

[lucyanne]

It took me two listens to realize this is all one, long, unbroken verse with no chorus.

[gerontion]

I feel like this man is not just an underground rapper, he's a poet of this millennium. Every single song of Aesop has a story or a narrative which is not limited to him only, but is a story of every urban soul trapped in the modernity of machines and oligarchy. Glad you haven't ran out of fables to share; we'll keep listening to them!

[scaredfolks]

It's nice to see you getting happier, seriously. When you dropped the line "When you write about seclusion and some buyers finally tune in. You get frightened finding happiness can drive away the movement" in Molecules I was heart broken. Keep on getting better man. We need you in our lives. I suffer from depression too and you have helped me through some of the hardest times of my life. I hope you remember that next time you think you are alone because your not.

[nicomoreno]

"I'm peeling back the layers, I'm sneaking past the lasers, I'm a lover, I'm a fighter, I'm a seed to blackened acres."🔥

[spinitch]

can't stop bumping this... it's just mastery, plain and simple. perfect schemes, unthinkably consistent flow, effortless-yet-intentional delivery, nauseating bars...

[sumwonkool]

"I've been ignored for longer than you've been interested"...
That's for the new Aesop fans.. Dudes always spitting that humble truth

[trademark]

"Shrink into the vacuum if in spite of your accomplishments/
you wake up feeling empty like Houdini's grave probably is"

[orangeorphan]

I love this man so much. I've been listening since middle school and now that I'm 30 I still love coming back to listen to him and am always eager to hear the new stuff. He's been killing it forever and he only seems to get better with time. There's not even one song of his that I dislike. Keep it up Aes and I'll be sure to keep supporting.

[joemcofficial]

"Old pro's throw bows to the 808, You couldn't throw and elbow through a baby gate" He could've stopped RIGHT THERE! Dope as ever.

[Bluesgreen]

"Sincerely I was never on the cutting edge! My hand was on the hilt feel free to build on the edge" just WHAT!?!?

[ihsaningersoll]

Aesop rock aesthetics are always so imaginative. Guys a genius straight up