Black Plums Songtext
von Aesop Rock

Black plums gettin′ fatter every summer
Half us in the cabinet gettin' sadder every upper
Classic outdoorsmen scratchin′ panic on the cave walls
Strays out front, but, plums like baseballs

Plucked from the arms of the earth, hellfire at the school
How are you on about some garden dessert?
I'm in the cradle of craters, same as your boot in the trench
Defendin' everythin′ from somethin′, plum juice on my chin
Good in whatever the newest abandoned shoe in his web
They hit that sticky thread or sled into a foot of cement

For every bullet I have caught in my teeth
I earn the privilege of a trip to be in awe of the tree
A hundred years in the future, I bet some photo exists
Of some historic moment happenin' somewhere close to the crib


Maybe some heavenly zealot yellin′ and wieldin' a piece
And there I am in the back enjoyin′ that seasonal treat
Oblivious and doin' my version of smellin′ a rose
Stupid look on my face, I am never in Vogue
I was probably in my head about the essence of hope
Takin' a second to effectively connect with the whole

Look, ever since a kid invisibility important
I been dippin' out the lobby, body painted brick and mortar
Tryna pick up on a pattern in the numbers
Like, black plums gettin′ fatter every summer

I′m a particle, a minute quantity of matter
The least possible amount of data
I'm a passenger, a rogue AWOL from the course
In the field, somethin′ dark at the wheel, I'm ultimately a tourist

Panic Invictus, damage all indexed
Granted, there is no real standardized litmus
One man′s damage is part of another's rituals
Pick one, hindsight or eyes like pinwheels

Well, acceleration′s only half the magic
When there's lookin' like you′re doin′ 60 doin' five in traffic
The county′s slowest roller, half the time I'm goin′ backwards
How I'm always there before you ain′t a scientific matter


If you pick a lane, see if you could be the truth
For 30 seconds, turn the shortcut to the scenic route
Piece of cake, show me what your Godspeed reads like
Olives by the river under osprey in obscene light

Black plums gettin' fatter in the meantime
A-B 'em with a different time sweet time
How it both beefed-up and yet refined
Even hyenas seen reachin′ for the tree-line

Lions turn vegan, carnivores tend to the plants
Vampires make jellies and jams
It′s a pillar of the still life, steady the hand
Land the pit a couple inches from your head in the sand

Act one, wait for the sun
Act two, same with the water
Act three is the summonin' of the mother
Out to counter any blood pressure upper one could suffer
Black plums, pie crust, flour, sugar, butter, I′m a

I'm a particle, a minute quantity of matter
The least possible amount of data
I′m a passenger, a rogue AWOL from the course
In the field, somethin' dark at the wheel, I′m ultimately a tourist