[Aesop Rock]
Well, so we meet again
(He said he's grown spiritually since the last one)

Ok, this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects
Where the jackals sit and watch the pedigods last flesh
Poison functions accompanied by six armorclad
Black horse and buggy mechanism
Tugged a portion of my severed vision
The gathering of loose ends in a bucket
Wit a shoestring budget
Every man's got a field to plow (I know that now)
But it's like, man I really can't afford the oxen
Fee fie et cetera
I smell the warm blood of the bill collector knockin
I get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone
I get swept in the pressure cooker tryin to paddle back home
I get sprung with a vibe and alliance of clean intention
By eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences
Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sword festering
Now when the groom presents the ring
The bride commence to blistering
This textbook magnificently crude
Prototype king beserker modulate
Serve the vertical thirst, burst horizontal
Treasure, loose cannons span the starbit power
The clippership dipped in truth famine pressure
Cabin fever meter pegging ludicrous
Beautiful cartoon trooper
swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar
I rock ready aim fire, while y'all rock ready fire aim
Then blame the stationary target when the prey escapes the frame
Merit badge marksman, a poacher, it's all the same
So I lay across the woods perpendicular to the grain

[Chorus] *rapped in doubletime*
I wanna be a Big Bang, gotta be
Never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna hear a "Yes, Sir, SIR!"
YES SIR!
Armed with a tome, cross, sore to the bone
Warn the other brothers, I was born forlorn
Big Bang
Shoveling a Big Dig
Huddled in a tunnel of big dreams, I think big things
I'ma burn with this little light of mine
and a prime concern to earn thanks, I'ma be a Big Bang!
{Repeat}

[Aesop Rock]
I'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population
Bottle neck effect, sorta born deaf
Alien of shallow alchemy
If you gon' metamorph the basemetal to precious
Might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the pesants
I'm floating the hoaming pigeon out hell's kitchen window
Left an SOS infested bottle nestled in his grip so
With a prayer circle release party and hardy wild bellow
I observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils
Fertile circle turn pertal crescent via bad investment
Despised every second, but I GUESS I LEARNED MY LESSON!
If I made an angel in the snow for every rotted victim
There'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system
Sticky panoramic contaminate planet
In conjunction with phantom assumption
Gutterbug alumnus candidates
Well, I promise you I man the lighthouse
Just to help guide in your ship
If you promise to help pull this hook out my lip (bitch)
Godspeed, straitjacket and ragged approach
To circle suns via folklore pollutants to rhyme strictly
From a BC generation disgust
Community movement alluding to a
"No blood given, no recognition"
Life matter, I was us up all night with a rusty hammer
Trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams are gathered
But uh, that certain lack of avail
I sail a choppy lie with bouancy like a bucket of rocks (a bucket of rocks)

Chorus 2x

[Aesop Rock]
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin bigger by the second
Check it

Ok, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook the buddy system wisdom till the similairs repel
I sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals
I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken poem)
I don't really believe in God
But God, I'm scared to death of God?!?
I swear to God, I never meant to spill the beans
Nor tear the pod
It's like I hike an acre unimpressed
And slept on the sabre's edge
Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge
I wanna know myself
Sorta solo sheep amidst wolves
And still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls
I push the ghouls to man overboard
Pull the bulls onto my sword
And buckle down in a corner chair with a round table floor
Got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar
Got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, sliiidde over
The recipe's design unplug the appetite continuity
By stitching together esteemed congruents (beautifully)
I peel back carts and lodge Greek physics in the chambers
Cauterized the wound and heads like "Gimme gimme something major"
Road side prophetic, ascend well
enveloped in a mummy ribbon system
Blistering in a wishing well
BIG BANG!


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    General Commentthis is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..."


    well, so we meet again. now, he said he's ... he said he's grown spiritual since the last one. hmm, okay. this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects, where the jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh. poison function accompanied by six armor-clad black horse and buggy mechanisms tugged a portion of my severed vision. the gathering of loose ends in a bucket with a shoestring budget. every man's got a field to plow, i know that now. but it's like man, i really can't afford the oxen, fee fie, et cetera; i smell the warm blood of the bill collector knocking. i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone. i get swept in the pressure cooker trying to paddle back home. i get sprung with a vibrant alliance of clean intention by eclipsing doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences. now i'll attend the wedding of the open sore and festering. and when the groom presents the ring, the bride commenced the blistering. it's textbook magnificently crude. prototype king berserker module inserted vertical thirst, burst horizontal. treasure, loose cannons span the starboard bow of the clipper ship dipped in truth famine pressure. cabin fever meter peggin' ludicrous, beautiful cartoon troopers swallow brutal futility with a teaspoon full of sugar. i rock ready, aim, fire, while y'all rock ready, fire, aim, then blame the stationary target while the prey escapes the frame. merit badge marksman or poacher? it's all the same, so i lay across the wood perpendicular to the grain. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. i'm just a survivor of the wooly mammoth population bottleneck effect, sorta born deaf, alien to shallow alchemy. if you gonna metamorph the base metal to precious, might as well steal from the rich, bewitch the peasants. i'm floating this homing pigeon out hell's kitchen window. left an s.o.s. infested bottle nestled in its grip so with a prayer circle release party and hearty wild bellow, i observed him fly ten feet then dropped the bottles to the devils. fertile circle turned fertile crescent via bad investment. despised every second, but i guess i learned my lesson. if i made an angel in the snow for every rotting victim, there'd be wings to float this mothership up out the goblin system. sticky panoramic contaminant planted in conjunction with phantom assumption gutter-bug alumnus candidates. well, i'll promise you i'll man the lighthouse just to help guide in your ship if you promise to help pull this hook out my lip, bitch. godspeed. straight-jacketed ragged approach to circle suns via folklore pollutants derived strictly from a bc generation disgust community movement alluding to a "no blood given, no recognition" life manner. i was up all night with a rusty hammer trying to build a fence around these magic beans my dreams have gathered. but to that certain lack of avail, i sail a choppy lot with bouyancy like a bucket of rocks. i wanna be a big bang, gotta be. never bottle me up in a probably, i wanna see a yes sir, sir. yes sir. thorn with a torn core, soar to the bone; warn the other brothers i was born forlorn. big bang. shoveling a big dig, huddle in a tunnel of big dreams, i think big things. i'ma burn with this little light of mine and a prime concern to earn thanks. i'ma be a big bang. big bang. big, big bang. it's getting bigger by the second, check it. okay, i'm here to rock the tugboat and bid the elders farewell. i shook the buddy system wisdom 'til the similars repel. i sell a barrel of spirit to dummy dimwit syndicate jackals. i'm broken arrow to the fucking bone. broken poem. i don't really believe in god, but god, i'm scared to death of god. i swear to god i never meant to spill the beans nor tear the pod, but it's like i hike an acre unimpressed and slept on the saber's edge enough times to splice antichrist's favorite pledge. i wanna know myself. sorta solo sheep amidst wolves, and still my shepherd can't administer the proper push and pulls. i push the ghouls to man overboard, pull the bulls onto my sword and buckle down in the corner chair by the round table floored. got an angel on my left shoulder, a devil on the polar. got a mug of frigid, got a mug of solar, slide over. the recipe's designed to plug the appetite for continuity by stitching togetherness theme congruents beautifully. i peel back hearts and lodge greed physics in the chambers. cauterize the wounds and head's like gimme gimme something major. roadside prophetic ascend well, enveloped in a mummy ribbon system, blistering in a wishing well, big bang.
    thetapehisson August 29, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI noticed a few mistakes in the lyrics. He does not say pedigod, he says pedigoge (it means teacher). Starbit power is Starboard bow (the front of the right side of a ship). Also he says open sore, not open sword. I always thought he said fee, fief, ect. as in rent and a piece of land, but he is saying fee, fi, as in "fee, fi, fo, fum. I smell the blood of an Englishman!" a reference to Jack and the Beanstalk, which is a metaphor for wealthy land owners (the giant) eating up the impoverished common man/hoarding all the wealth of a country,ect. That explains the following line "I smell the blood of the bill collector knocking." This is the main point of the song in general. "this is the dawning of the book of bitter aspects" the realization that the future looks very bleak. "jackals sit and watch the pedagogues clash fresh." Possibly commentary on how our culture is focused on creating new ways to screw people over instead of something beneficial, or maybe that while intellectuals bicker amongst themselves the "jackals" (Preachers, con-men, politicians) take advantage of the common man. "i get awkwardly sturdy with a frigid liquid backbone." Life sucks getting drunk makes it all bearable. Basically the song is about life being hard, and that there are a lot of people out there that want to fuck you over.
    Beholdthecakeolaon March 05, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThe chorus of this song sounds so fucking good. Aes is amazing.
    AnOldScabon April 28, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThe chorus is

    I wanna be a big bang, gotta be
    never bottle me up in a probably, I wanna see a "yes, sir" sir
    YES SIR
    Armed with a tone cross sword to the bone
    warn the other brothers I was born forlorn
    Big bang: shovel in a big dig
    huddled in a tunnel of big dreams
    I think big things
    I'm a burm...can't figure out the rest. Sorry.
    Havenspearon September 06, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentI'm a burm with a spindle and a mind for the prime concern to earn thanks, I'ma be a big bang
    BIG BANG
    Havenspearon September 06, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis song is fuckin awesom

    But would anyone care to explain what the hell the lyrics mean??

    I'm fuckin lost
    born_betrayeron December 05, 2007   Link
  • 0
    General Comment"doom litigants hatched to bash these picket fences." A litigant is anyone involved in a lawsuit. Again a metaphor for layers/business crushing the American dream. A house with little whit picket fence.
    Beholdthecakeolaon March 06, 2009   Link
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    General Commenti don't believe Aesop's lyrics can be deciphered by many except people who think like him...
    uzibukion March 13, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti think this song is about how we're letting war and greed destroy our world and becoming our own apocalypse

    but thats just my take on it
    UmFon March 30, 2009   Link
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    General Commentoh and how aes wants to kinda be the change in everything and reform (not as in recreate but as in change its existing state) society and everyones outlook on life
    UmFon March 30, 2009   Link

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