[00:00:01] Rings - Aesop Rock [00:00:38] Used to draw [00:00:39] Hard to admit that I used to draw [00:00:41] Portraiture in a human form [00:00:43] Doodle of a two headed unicorn it was soothing [00:00:45] Moving his arm in a fusion of man made tools [00:00:47] And a muse from beyond [00:00:48] Even if it went beautifully wrong [00:00:50] It was tangible truth for a you'th who refused to belong [00:00:52] No name nuisance [00:00:53] Fools in a bedroom [00:00:54] Oozed in a brand new cuneiform [00:00:56] Barely commune with the horde [00:00:58] Got a whole grey scale ungluing his world [00:00:59] Might zone out to the yap of the magpie [00:01:02] Unseen hand dragging his graphite [00:01:04] Cross contour little bit of back light [00:01:05] Black ink after a bristol to baptize [00:01:07] You can imagine a rush that ensue [00:01:09] When you get three dimensions stuffed into two [00:01:11] Then it's off to a school where it's all that he do [00:01:13] Being trained and observed by a capable few [00:01:15] Back in New York five peeps and a dog [00:01:16] In a two bedroom doing menial jobs [00:01:18] Plus rhyming and stealing and being a clod [00:01:20] Distractions free to maraud [00:01:22] I left some years a deer in the light [00:01:24] I left some will to spirit away [00:01:26] I let my fears materialize [00:01:28] I let my skills deteriorate [00:01:30] Haunted by the thought of what I should have been continuing [00:01:31] A mission that was rooted in a twenty year affinity and rickety condition with an [00:01:34] ID crisis [00:01:35] Nap on the front lawn look up in the sky it's [00:01:38] Shapes falling out of the fringe [00:01:41] All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [00:01:44] They will chop you down just to count your rings [00:01:48] Just to count your rings just to count your rings [00:01:52] And there were [00:01:53] Colors pouring out of the fringe [00:01:56] All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [00:01:59] They will chop you down just to count your rings [00:02:03] Just to count your rings just to count your rings [00:02:08] Used to paint [00:02:09] Hard to admit that I used to paint [00:02:11] Natural light on a human face [00:02:13] Stenciled fire on his roommates bass [00:02:15] It was blooming addiction [00:02:15] A miss and a push and a pigment [00:02:17] Book like a tattooed pigskin look [00:02:19] Pin head kids intermittent [00:02:20] Drank kool aid from a tube of acrylic [00:02:22] And I grew up in a linseed oil over linen [00:02:24] Joy to the poison voice in the resin [00:02:26] Capture a map of the gesture [00:02:27] Back up add a little accurate fat to the figure [00:02:30] Re do that move that inwards [00:02:32] Zinc white lightning shoots from his fingers [00:02:33] Studios drone with allusions of tinctures [00:02:35] Stay tuned for the spooky adventures [00:02:37] You can imagine the stars that align [00:02:39] When a forearm starts foreshortening right [00:02:41] Or a torso hung on a warping spine [00:02:43] Of proportion reads as warm and alive [00:02:45] Routine day with a dirt cheap brush [00:02:46] Then a week goes by and it goes untouched [00:02:49] Then two then three then a month [00:02:50] Then the rest of your life you beat yourself up [00:02:52] I left some seasons eager to fall [00:02:54] I left some work to bury alive [00:02:56] I let my means of being dissolve [00:02:58] I let my person curl up and die [00:03:00] Eating up his innards an unfeasible anxiety is brutally committed to relinquishing [00:03:03] His privacy aligning with the trials of the anti midas [00:03:05] Nap on the back lawn look up at the sky it's [00:03:08] Shapes falling out of the fringe [00:03:11] All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [00:03:14] They will chop you down just to count your rings [00:03:18] Just to count your rings just to count your rings [00:03:22] And there were [00:03:23] Colors pouring out of the fringe [00:03:26] All heart tho he woulda made cowardly kings [00:03:29] They will chop you down just to count your rings [00:03:33] Just to count your rings just to count your rings