Basic Cable Lyrics
fantasy, murder scape and perspective
fuck a sore channel changed digit
I sit with a nasty network intervenes plan
with a stable diet of my cable pirate
yo, the doctor is in, the doctor is on
born the bastard son of static radiance cloned to welcome in every home
lead a blue screen, bruised dream canope
victim of the cursed nursed Technicolor drunk support team
ooh, I love all advertisements
though accused by robot news casters who capture and pollute
spoon fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad
please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie
please I want to donate my brain to the monstrous Panasonic profit
now, twenty first century plagued
dispersed to wide eyed glamour addict patients
telecast patrons
blue be the propaganda banners, well, sure I'll be a Marine
with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream
and I abide great idiot box power supply, fuzz vapor,
black out of New York, hey honey, get the generator
I'm in a doom, doom generation, pacin', ancient electric secret
never sleepin' to miss the AM oasis
my name is a wired heart, sloppy obligation
turn my stilt into my guilt and have a chatter box blame frame adjacent station
make reality scrambled and suck the life out of a hidden vandal
and loving every minute of the gimmick, change the channel
lights out, I ain't ever gonna have to leave my house
satellite dish, get up on my wish list, turn me to a tyrant
let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance
wipe the spittle off my chinny-chin during the breaks
if I gotta go blind I'mma do it for the love of all television kind
and that's fine, and that's fine...
hold me suspended in a dream, mearly inches from the screen
deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster
crucify my little future to the monitor
damn it feels good, turn on, tune in
zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function
but the children seem to love it
yes mother, me and wild discovery
and heard the static flock to where I sleep
by the glow of that magic box big speaker
stereo mastered often kill the freak seekers, eyes spiraling
tangled in the star spangled wiring
I can turn from toxicated visuals
and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty
fuck the fortress
riddle me with glee, hoist the end all telepromter above my sleeping head
I'll be dead by morning anyway
color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets
to feel the magnetic seal picket censorship
I want commercials twenty four-seven
I wanna shop from my bed and set an
example for all my overworked, underpaid brethren
I bond with a six string(?) correspondence
and lurking circuitry circus
with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface
adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts
channel zero addict, immaculate
it goes- big screen, little screen, any screen'll do
just let me hold the controller and I won't have to murder you
twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance
so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance
let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist
the viciousness, ridiculous, peaking a dummy's interest
touch the power button meet your maker, ain't that something?
fix the antenna, sit back and let disaster bloom
it's a beautiful sight, with a most ugly intention
but I taste it everyday and bathe inside the consequences
your majesty, I love you, I despise you
my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization
come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation
to me this song is about the enslavement of an entire population to the glowing box thats sitting in your living room...
I can relate to this song alot, i think its jst saying that everything on TV is trash, i used 2 get alotta channels, and everythign on was constant trash, my parents canceled most of it, now i get basic cable, which is about 60 less channels, but somehow they managed to pack even more garbage into those channels... hes saying that every1 is just wasting away infront of garbage and not caring at all, infact they encourage and build theyre life around it
"plug it in, turn it on, never once have you talked back to me your majesty, I love you, I despise you my everyday is sitcom, soaps, news, bad dramatization come along with me, my friend for the most glorious sensation"
this is the lyrical version that is included in the living human curiosity sideshow, the lyrics booklet that aesop released with "fast cars ..."
television. all hail grand pixelated god of fantasy murderscape bent perspective. fuck a soar channel change digit, i sit with a nasty network intravenous plan with a staple diet of my cable pirate. the doctor is in, the doctor is on. born a bastard son of static radiants cloned and welcomed in every home. let a blue screen bruise dream canopy. victim of the cursed nurse technicolor drunk support team. i love all advertisements, though accused by robot newscasters to capture and pollute spoon-fed hazardous fog to joy luck catholic squad. please take me, please calm me, please make me a zombie. please, i want to donate my brain to the monstrous panasonic prophet. now, 21st century plague dispersed to wide-eyed glamour addict patients, telecast patrons. glue me to propaganda banners. well, sure i'll be a marine with a clean sword and blue uniform, it only takes a dollar and a dream. and i abide, great idiot box power supply fuzz vapor. black out in new york? hey honey, get the generator. i'm in a doom generator pacing. ancient electric secret: never sleep in to miss the A.M. oasis. "hi, my name is ..." a wired heart sloppy obligation turned my stilt into my guilt, inhabit shadow box blame frame adjacent station. make reality scramble to suck the life out of a hidden vandal and loving every minute of the gimmick. change the channel. plug it in, turn it on. prop me up against the couch. lights out, i ain't ever gonna have to leave my house. satellite dish kit up on my wishlist, turn me to a tyrant. let my clean spirit dissolve through the appliance. plug it in, turn it on. be my mother when she's gone. great, wipe the spittle off my chinny chin during the breaks. if i gotta go blind, i'ma do it for the love of all television kind and that's fine, that's fine. make me a star. i want to touch gold. hold me suspended in a dream merely inches from the screen. deleted passions sacrificed to one electron monster, crucify my little future to the monitor. damn it feels good. turn on, tune in, zoom in to hug the bug up in your family function, but the children seem to love it. smother me in wild discovery and herd the static flock to where i sleep by the glow of that magic box. speaker. stereo mastered orphan kid of freak seekers, eyes spiraling. tangled in the star spangled wiring. i could surf intoxicated visuals 'til all the kings' horses abort the loyalty to royalty. fuck the fortress. riddle me with glee. hoist the end all teleprompter above my sleeping head. i'll be dead by morning anyway. color my values with mundane humor in thirty minute tickets to feel the magnetic seal, picket censorship. i want commercials 24-7, i want to shop from my bed and make an example for all my overworked underpaid brethren. i bond with a sin stricken correspondence and lurk in circuitry circus with allegiance pledged beyond the glass surface. adamant students within the fine school of possessed graduate catalysts, channel zero addict immaculate. it goes big screen, little screen, any screen will do. just let me hold the controller and i won't have to murder you. plug it in, turn it on. let my little eyes glaze. twenty screens lined up along the borders of the maze. i want to see the five day forecast fourteen days in advance so i can give my two weeks notice every time the sun dance. plug it in, turn it on. silent flicks better than nothing. let a once divine soul feel the functions of the hypnotist. the viciousness ridiculous, piquing a dummy's interest. touch the power button, meet your maker; ain't that something? plug it in, turn it on. say goodbye to sunday afternoon. fix the antenna, sit back, and let disaster bloom. it's a beautiful sight with a most ugly intention, but i taste it every day and bathe inside the consequences. plug it in, turn it on. never once have you talked back to me, your majesty. i love you. i despise you. my everyday is sitcoms, soaps, news, bad dramatization. come along with me, my friend, for the most glorious sensation.
I kinda disagree, it sounds like he's praising television rather than bashing it. I can relate cuz I feel like i have a love/hate relationship with TV when im bored ya know. Read it once more esp. "I can turn from toxicated visuals and all the kings horses abort the loyalty to royalty, fuck the fortress"
He is obviously critising tv and admitting that while it is complete shit, he is aslave to it as well. "I taste it everyday and bathe inside the conqequences."- Pretty much sums it up.
You have to understand that Aesop is sarcastic in many of his lines. The times in this song that it sounds like he is praising TV, is really just him giving a perspective of our whole society.
first of all the thetapehiss's account of the lyrics is acurrate, (he forgot two words I think), I love this song and aesop period, have heard it a million times and trust me he is saying television is bullshit, but any and everyone is addicted to electronic stimulation more than any drug try going one day without and see how you feel, I'm an avid book reader and a scholar who hungers for relevant info about the universe more than garbage story lines, but try not getting electronic stimuli of some sort all day, I pride myself on willpower and find it near impossible.
It’s all about where you get your stimulation from. Some people get it reading. I always thought movies, you know, moving imagery and visual stuff was really interesting and it made me want to write for some reason. And yeah, the technology is out of control, on so many levels, from what Sony is able to do with a radio to what the U.S. is able to do with missiles.
"Cultures don’t begin because people sit around and say, 'let's start a culture.'"To a degree, I spit back at it and to a degree I’m a product of it. I have this big love-hate relationship with it all. It kind of gets this whole bad rap, the world of movies and television, that it’s not as sincere as a painting or a song or a book. But in my opinion it’s just as relevant and it was majorly relevant to my growing up. I don’t want to say I was raised by television but to a degree I was. I was around for the dawn of video games and have seen everything progress from there"-Aesop Rock
So its quite possibly speaking of that love/hate relationship he has with modern technology
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