Aesop Rock — Fishtales

Once upon a time in the days of yore When the people lived fresh out of legend and folklore There was an old geezer with a fever to curb He had a hook, and a line, and a sinker, and a worm Slept in a city that kissed the seashore Woke with a bait-and-tackle store trip each morn Not a bother, not a lot to say That is until you ask about the one that got a-w-w-w-way Like a tall tale, keep it rod and reel With his arms stretched out to define the kill While the village always listened, believin' him was different Out of eight million stories there was not a single witness It was always at the last second when the line snapped Or the boat broke in half from the size of the catch Either way the documented proof didn't exist So the locals dismissed the big f-f-f-fish Billy-goat beard twenty years in the making Carry lures in his brim, carry beer in his waders Stink like alcohol of all prominent flavors Carry knives in his vest, carry war in his nature Sat among the forest floor critters and pine cones And tied a perfect fly with his eyes closed Veteran angler with a mission to run Make all naysayers hold t-t-t-tongues Pale blue moon or fiery orange glow Red sky at dawn or rain, hail, sleet, snow Black storm cloud with the barometric horrors The weatherproof sportsman spins yarns regardless Laugh if you wanna, but the dude ain't stupid Let it roll off his back like drizzle off plumage Cause he woke with a twinkle in his eye Like "Every dog has his day and today is m-m-m-mine"