Produced, written & performed by Aesop Rock
Cuts by Forest Pond
Mixed by Joey Raia
Mastered by Joe LaPorta at Sterling Sound, NYC
Project coordinated by K. Beacham, E. Williams, A. Everson & J. Daley
Executive produced by I. Bavitz, S. Daley & B. Sayers
Lyrics:
Friends, I hope you
Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to
And friieennnddsss…I hope that
You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram
In the cloak of night, holy water, folding knife
Pants that unzip into shorts, plants you can smoke or apply
Rolling bullies in a ball, pull an ear, poke an eye
Focus any stooges out to multiply and cultify
Palmed coin hands, Aes can’t join hands
Quarter out a tourist ear, and steer em toward toyland
Bon voyage-y in my best Bugs Bunny voice
You either skull and sword, or entirely null and void
Sonny boy, I’m the worst vibe yall scene
Sewer caps pop off, birds sing the Jaws theme
Sinkholes open, people jumping out of offices
Some take hostages, others make offerings
Ketchup on his A shirt, nothing up his sleeve
Flying saucer in – what color you want it to be?
That’s that future primitive initiative
That VR simulation for some prehistoric guinea pig
Time traveling Da Vinci, flying his first drone
Beethoven’s first moog, Bell’s first burner phone
Or Aes with the same frames he wore in eighty-four
Ancient crystal on his neck from an adjacent world
I’m so old I done come around the other side, young again
Hunger of another kind, plug him in
Son I get em ugly cryin’, I get ‘em calling home
I get em kicking dirt, intrinsically its all I know
Friends, I hope you
Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to
And friieennnddsss…I hope that
You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram
I’m the 5th horseman, Tom any Jerry
I knows how to bottom out and where the bodies are buried
Where the friendly are goblins that gobble every copper penny you got
Then check your pockets when your pendulum stop
Then dig your plot up just to check em again
Then dig the plot up again, there’s metal fillings we can swap for the rent
I been anonymous so long I’m like a prop on a set
I might start knocking on my coffin door I’m not even dead
Ok, stained glass windshield, block looking sanctified
Angel white lights, pedestrians get evangelized
Vangelis on, out go the vandals
Long night of throwing drop shadows on sanskrit
Scram, me and you and shiva doing what shiva do
We don’t need an escort to your squeamish leader, peek a boo
I don’t need a yes you may, already passed the best you got
I’m in your kitchen checking baby pictures with your friends and mom
First day of school, pikachu for halloween
Summer camp talent show, photo on Santa’s knee
We yucked it up for like an hour over jasmine tea
She asked if I would spend Thanksgiving with the family
Same J Fish ashtray I used to use, in 06 fixed with Kintsugi glue
Still catching ash and occasional chewed juicy fruit
Learned everything I know from Scooby Doo
Friends, I hope you
Find what you need to find so you can be the people you’re supposed to
And friieennnddsss…I hope that
You talk that shit you talk if it helps you deprogram
Filmed and edited by Naoya Morohashi for his new full-length “100GUM”
Additional filming by KiyoKai Kishi.
Photography by Kosuke Waguri
Soundtrack by Daddy Veda: Sandance
Guest tricks: Haruto Hoshino, Yuki Sawashima and Kairi Netsuke
Motion graphics by Tomoyuki Kujirai
Artwork by Foodeater and Tomoyuki Kujirai
Director: Jordan Hemingway
1st AC: Louis Berman
Styling: Billy Lobos
Styling Assistant: Luna Lajeunesse
Makeup: Catalina Sartor
Hair: Louis souvestre
Producer: Rachel Travers
Studio Assistant: Cael Devers
Cast: Duot, Karwea, Lois, George, Connor, Kojo, Ben Allen and Jordan Barret
Lyrics:
hard times
loves crimes
my heart keeps falling
harder than before
you don’t understand
i had to let you go
you don’t understand
i had to let you go
you don’t understand
i had to let you go
you don’t understand
i had to let you go
hard times
call for love crimes
you might be the one
but now i’m done
you don’t understand
hard times
call for love crimes
you might be the one
but now i’m done
you don’t understand
for each angel fallen
my heart is broken
until the next time
when we’re taking flight again
hard times
loves crimes
my heart keeps falling
harder than before
the best times
are the hardest to let go
let you know
i had to let you know
you so sexual
that body flexible
intellectual
kissing so sensual
i gotta let you know
i gotta let you go
your body’s a death trap
precious like a teardrop
all angels are patient
dancing like you’re teasing me
you’re just too amazing yeh
i had to let you go
hard times
call for love crimes
you might be the one
but now i’m done
you don’t understand
hard times
call for love crimes
you might be the one
but now i’m done
you don’t understand
for each angel fallen
my heart is broken
until the next time
when we’re taking flight again
hard times
loves crimes
my heart keeps falling
harder than before
the best ones
are the hardest to let go