It’s not every day I can say I have a new Aesop joint for ya’ll so when those times come I jump on it. This was first given away (in a package dubbed the Ghosts of the Barbary Coast project) at a Jeremy Fish art opening in San Francisco. All who attended received a USB keychain pre-loaded with the new Aesop cut, the instrumental, lyrics and a Quicktime slideshow of artwork by Jeremy Fish. If you aren’t aware of Fish’s work, he was responsible for Aesop’s entire booklet for None Shall Pass. Anyways… Def Jux has now put up the package online and available for fans that didn’t attend the show.
DOWNLOAD: Aesop Rock – Tomorrow Morning | Mediafire
BONUS: Instrumental | Mediafire
Those looking for the lyrics and slideshow, hit up Definitive Jux’ website for the entire package.
the lyrics for those that can’t access the download on def jux’ site…
t
hese are the unregulated rabbit holes, barrack homes and taverns built for devil’s acre
opium enthusiasts and baritones, marigold – the garish allure of the burning barbary,
underbelly born of 40 thieves in whorish harmony, hammering for the dark and
heartless, harpy, shark and harlot argue breathing room, do not let the arson jeeper
creeper you, if we elect the scenic route see it as greener grasses, like morphine after
snatch help you forget diseases matter, not to mention 15 cents for either weakens
cheaper gamblers down for hell inside a melting pot, no one’s ever melting they just yell
a lot, stab each other, drink and eat and belly-flop, Murder Point, your thoroughfare at
12 o’clock is hell and back, EMB to chinatown, kearny clashing cutters out the netherworld,
sydney ducks to pistol fuck the centerfold, every cellar iniquity, pretty killers and
pistol petes, might wake up with horses tearing at your limbs symmetrically
before a later bay was calm, disreputable hangers on, would rumble for the hungry like
montgomery’s little ghenghis khans, who plain as day would operate in holes where no
patrollers go, groggeries that host the most ignoble dog and pony show, francis of assisi
in his grave alone to roller-coast, his opus now a cove where all the lowest lows can
grow and grow, with no sign of a holy ghost, more the polar: horns and rosy cloven
toes, bunny-hop claims, fold and overthrow, gangland anchors hit the harbor down for
hangman, shuffle fifty two and slip the chew behind the fang-span, greenhorn, he just
wanna help his hammers harmonize, stowed in hell’s cargo by the spark in those wells
fargo eyes, and famine wasn’t featured in the pamphlet, neither were the cancers, camp
was smoking chimney, mantle, taxidermy antlers, now the sourdough is lifted out the
honeycombs of kitchens, satan out on broadway and pacific blowing kisses,
40 winks, pissy at the grizzly, no lullaby, clark’s point trollops off the docks to flood and
multiply, until a brilliant golden mother-load in the bank, hold up your drink, she said
between her legs that other gold’s pink, sold it for cheap along the waterfront, wretched
little clusters push a fuss of smutty huffing plus some itching and discomfort… little
wonder you, in public for the buck, it’s rugged, rusty cutter gut any cutty drunkard who
want it hellcat maggie, aggie, move to the music, she had learned to spoon pollution in a
climate pruned for losing, thousand more like her in the cow-yards moo-ing, ooo-wee,
beneath the brutal harvest moon and UV, note it’s the very same foundation on which
you and yours sleep, layers of players over debaucherous troubadour speak, they puff
the pathogens and never let the humidors breath, that’s why you grew up on stale
tobacco and juniper trees,
tomorrow morning when the wharf is finished warping, you will wash up on the shore and
wonder what was so alluring,
tomorrow evening when the leeches finish feeding, you will regret the ownership of an
aorta that is bleeding
Half of that is nonsense…
But all of it is awesome. Fuck your favorite rapper, when this dude is on the scene.
Listening to an Aesop track is like reading Gary Dourdan’s mind on PCP.
Aesop is criminally underrated,this track is pure flames
ill!
good look on this post! i remember seeing the flyer for this event on def jux & thinking how ill of a package this is for those fortunate enough to live near the bay. true artistry at its finest. shit like this that requires multiple listens to understand is where it’s at.
Yea, I agree. Aesop has some sick poetry but if you let me compare him and Deltron 3030, I would vote for Deltron! This dude is sickerrr
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Slug’s First (URB) Cover x Phone Masturbation [II] « 2dopeboyz said this on December 12th, 2008 at 10:36 pm
half of that isnt nonsense…
the songs clearly about dying and going to hell “tomorrow morning”.. the first verse sounds like hes talking about hells environment, the second verse i dont totally understand, and the thrid verse, to me, sounds like its about a prostitute
Fuckin dope!
fuck of surity , its not nonscence at all , u to fuckin stupid to understand
your name is fuckin nonscence
siq, aes never ceases to amaze
it’s about getting hammered. nice.
Its about the barbary coast… the ups and downs of harlem. hookers, depression, and all that is the underbelly of harlem back in the day.
aes rock is the shit
its flame first off, worthy of being added to the arsenals of weaponry aimed at all these zombies and clone babies holding their rifles waiting for the order to fire. ummm barbory coast is a fictional place. a metaphor for every city or civilization ever constructed. including yours and mine. and if you disagree let me know where you live because I want to be there…
I would say its about the introduction of drugs into our society, as cures for diseases and recreational use, that then become addictions and what that leads to, like “forgetting diseases matter” and (at the end) prostitution (stds getting back to the cure thing). The end of the chorus is like saying, after the high youll wonder why you wanted it so bad, then regret it.
The fuck? This is why I have problems with hardcore aesop fans- always looking for meaning so desperately by scrutinizing his work to have one linear set meaning. It will INEVITABLY strike different chords with different people- this is the genius of aesop rock. Appreciate the track for what it is- a cleverly worded series of verses over some seriously good production. Aesop tastes best served rare- stop grillin his style so fuckin much, you’ll lose the flavor.
this was such a good post i had to post it again:
The fuck? This is why I have problems with hardcore aesop fans- always looking for meaning so desperately by scrutinizing his work to have one linear set meaning. It will INEVITABLY strike different chords with different people- this is the genius of aesop rock. Appreciate the track for what it is- a cleverly worded series of verses over some seriously good production. Aesop tastes best served rare- stop grillin his style so fuckin much, you’ll lose the flavor.
heihuquan said this on August 6th, 2009 at 10:21 pm
it’s understandable that some people can’t understand the lyrics.. because obviously some people are smarter and other are plain simply dumb!