"Whales" is the third official video from Hail Mary Mallon's album, Bestiary, out now on Rhymesayers Entertainment.
CREDITS- Director: Toben Seymour Art Director: Travis Millard Cinematography: Travis Auclair Puppeteers: Toben Seymour, Christian Anderson, Baxley Andresen, and Ilana Marks Puppet Build, Animation and Production by Seymour.tv Computer Graphics: Dave Kiehl / Harvest Motion Production Assistant: Alex Wilson
"Whales" is the third official video from Hail Mary Mallon's album, Bestiary, out now on Rhymesayers Entertainment.
CREDITS- Director: Toben Seymour Art Director: Travis Millard Cinematography: Travis Auclair Puppeteers: Toben Seymour, Christian Anderson, Baxley Andresen, and Ilana Marks Puppet Build, Animation and Production by Seymour.tv Computer Graphics: Dave Kiehl / Harvest Motion Production Assistant: Alex Wilson
VIDEO CREDITS: Illustrated and Animated by Aesop Rock
SONG CREDITS: Written and Produced by Aesop Rock
LYRICS: I like drawing pigeons, People tend to feed 'em or forbid 'em either way it’s rare to see 'em individually considered There’s always like a million eating cigarettes and ketchup I take a lot pictures, I been cropping out the extras I been studying the independent measurements and metrics The postures and the body types, the patterns on the feathers Like some ritualistic tattoo dating back to their ancestors While the bib and neck come dipped in precious amethyst and emeralds It’s a pity about the stigmas How the cooties overshadow any beauty that enrich us A white dove symbolizes peace and pacifism A white dove is a pigeon, you muffugas is bigots Yo, 3 toes forward, one toe ain’t 1 AM sketching muscles on a plump little frame Plus I love your pretty orange eyes and dumb little brain I’ll add a nimbus to atone for how we sullied the name Phone, wallet, coffee, keys, lighter I’m headed for the beyond, I’m a need a cease fire Lighter, keys, coffee, wallet, phone The whole street is lava, the beyond is not a go...
VIDEO CREDITS: Shot by Rebecca Cedeño Directed & Edited by Aesop Rock
SONG CREDITS: Written and produced by Aesop Rock Keys by Asher Fulero Cuts by Forest Pond
LYRICS: First uninvited tech I hear pingin’ Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone Bam, the fantasy brandishing a banana phone Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo About to free a statue from a cube Hold a can of ruby like a spam musubi In a blink I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a greyhound In J’s so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out Office in the hall of meat, I can’t even check the mail Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats Here boy! Aes from before the first star wars I survived action park, I survived lawn darts Salsa bar all stars, buzzin’ and bitchin’ I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup All type a shit, all, all type a shit Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate All type a shit, all, all type a shit Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment I been doing laps of the lost world I could draw a map to the raw nerve By the bridge the air has a edge to it It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a tens unit The tension is extra extra, the meth’ll induce a hubris The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas A newbie could be confused with It ain’t the hood to play who’s who in I mean you ain’t even you in it to who is I cook in the every nook, I’m a snap of the sewer cap It’s a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps I been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi Beyond where the bus’ll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebees And procure the appetizer breadsticks They kill us in the long run but unite us in the present A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it’s mostly mildew You ain’t get it if you still on that “What are you getting into?” All type a shit, all, all type a shit Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate All type a shit, all, all type a shit Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment I been doing laps of the lost world I could draw a map to the raw nerve I'm part of what the dour climate begets A people that don’t jump at the power that be’s behest Come bounce around the house of flying rejects We been eating where upheaval is a feature not a defect Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something’s in the liquid I’m foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory Every yard is part of out-running an origin story That get him pressed into the corners and connecting the dots in no order Learned to render any exit I want It’s a hole in the floor, it’s a door on the bricks It’s a bike in the alley when you can’t warp to the ship I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish The mission only as important as that lure in your lip Sure as shit All type a shit, all, all type a shit Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate All type a shit, all, all type a shit Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment I been doing laps of the lost world I could draw a map to the raw nerve
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS: Each and any and… Everything’s happening whatever that means There’s no gravity no attachings Stay traveling but don’t change I must be out of my brains Everything’s happening whatever that means There’s no gravity no attachings Stay traveling but don’t change I must be out of my brains It’s been a long time I probably should’ve left you sooner Everything that you love’s been sutured Even the sun above is a rumor Can’t tell the fortune can’t see the future Approaching the floating fragments of a cause That collapsed under the pressure of a clock holding balance hostage I try to pretend that I’m distracted A little too sensitive to take another stab at pragmatic I can feel the damage to the fabric I’m trying not to vomit on this canvas I can feel the itch of anxiety But can’t seem to find the switch for auto piloting Just another sticker on the bumper of the bucket As I travel through the stars to the far end of nothingness Adrift in the loneliness Until I put my name upon that list of things that don’t even exist Everything’s happening whatever that means There’s no gravity no attachings Stay traveling but don’t change I must be out of my brains Everything’s happening whatever that means There’s no gravity no attachings Stay traveling but don’t change I must be out of my brains It still feels like it happened last morning Right, I was surrounded by something like northern lights But the lights kind of sound like swords Vibrated and felt a sensation never found before That’s when my feet left the floor Plow through the ceiling following a feeling Tired of the misery, always grieving I was never visiting but now I’m leaving Peace, it is what it is But what it is is my line stays busy ain’t nobody else’s business Permanent vacation no communications My population is planets and constellations I guess, I guess I’ve been an absence Ever since we stopped providing evidence of human kind’s excellence The elephant has exited the room I levitate to heaven like a lost balloon Everything’s happening whatever that means There’s no gravity no attachings Stay traveling but don’t change I must be out of my brains Everything’s happening whatever that means There’s no gravity no attachings Stay traveling but don’t change I must be out of my brains
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug and Bat Flower Includes elements of “Heaven Grand” by Bat Flower
LYRICS: No right one No right one No right one Aye, are you okay what‘s that word even mean Check your friends to make sure that they feel heard and seen Cause it can change like the weather And the weather seem like it’s been under a lot of pressure Alright good to talk to you till next time And that’s as profound as it gets some times Trying to disable my defense mechanism To protect this time we’ve been blessed to be given How do you explain the feeling that you feel when you’re connected When I hear you talk it’s like I’m listening to favorite records I’m fully invested in the story you’re telling me it’s gloriously impressive Emoji hearts to all of y’all at my party I’m the OG that was parked on the wall Thanks for your hand in helping me climb up here You know who you are and you know that I love you Let’s give it up for your friends Front to back, side to side, make noise for them Try not to neglect your health Get a professional listener help you talk to yourself You might talk with god, you might talk to the dead You might talk to your plants and your pets I talk to my radio I hope that everybody know the kind of people that I know They got me turning up the audio No right one Even if the sky was clear You need someone here when you got something to hear No right one Even if it’s you in the mirror You need someone here when you got something to hear No right one Even if I’m swimming in tears You got someone here if you got something to hear No right one Even if I’ve disappeared I’m here for you if you’ve got something to hear If I know you bet I’ve given you uninvited advice Mostly freestyle I didn’t think twice This might sound like I’m probably in denial But if you love me you’d have told me I should shut my fat smile Every once in a while I’ll access a file That’s tagged with fresh paint that says forget Drenched in sweat and gasoline breath Trying to find the best synonym for regret Nah, I’m joking but all of my laughs Are based in the broken hearted nugget of facts The circle gets a little bit smaller every passing cycle Then turns around like where’d the time go Figure out what we need to get out of our mouth Then we can throw each other under the couch Or we can take a drive or we can take a walk Or call me on the phone so we can talk No right one Even if the sky was clear You need someone here when you got something to hear No right one Even if it’s you in the mirror You need someone here when you got something to hear No right one Even if I’m swimming in tears You got someone here if you got something to hear No right one Even if I’ve disappeared I’m here for you if you’ve got something to hear No right one No right one
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS: I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind You deserve some levity For whatever it’s worth it weighs heavily First place ain't nothing but a memory But it depends on what the sponsors are peddling Looking at the latency Don’t ever put all your eggs and seeds in one legacy I want to live to see some longevity And spread thin over everything I don’t mind I’m trying to feel secure But I don’t even know if I’d recognize that kind of fur My fingerprints seem so blurred I want to leave the earth just me and her And we ain't trying to learn the words But whatever works whatever’s preferred Already got her name tattooed on my nerves I just want to make sure that I’m heard I don’t mind I respect every step that I climbed I believe that everything will be fine Just don’t wake up in a box made of pine And don’t sleep in a bed made of time And don’t sacrifice your breath for the rhyme Everybody gets left behind And maybe we’ll find it was all by design It was took from the walls of our mind I don’t mind I don’t mind I don’t mind but I’d be lying if I said it was cool But you would cry if I said it was through Get your ducks lined up at the petting zoo Keep the view a few steps ahead of you The house gonna house the rules It’s the same old song and power moves But you can fail with no excuse Because the games at the fair ain't supposed to lose I don’t mind but that don’t mean that I don’t care I do my best to express most clear I don’t speak the savoir faire This ain't chess this is solitaire So turn up the bass and lay back the captain's chair We trying to relax in here I’m somewhere in between the laughs and the tears And maybe that’s why we call it atmosphere Do you mind
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug Additional Sarod played by Alam Khan
LYRICS: You don’t even know what you’re looking at I gave everything and then I took it back I’m a dinosaur behind a crooked mask I feel like a brand new book of matches Shark week with a bottle of chartreuse Off the bar stool caught the car pool Heartbeat hit the gas and broke loose Moon boots, bubble goose and a harpoon No way, is everybody okay Wellness check then give me my bouquet Took the car to a train took a train To the plane I don’t wanna play games I’ll meet you at the jubilee It used to be peace love and unity But now I scroll through the news to see The next shooting spree What you doing to me, stop Change the program (Right, left) Change The program (Right, left ) Don’t hold your breath Change The program (Right, left) Don’t hold your breath Change the program (Right, Left) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show you’re left (left) Aye what you running towards It comes from under the floorboards Snuck through the back door Just to pour a glass half full and fast forward Unplug the beast but first gotta find something to breathe I believe you need a little relief Stretch and reach and catch and release Me from inside the machine Trying to escape like flies on a screen Keep your eyes on the screen And live life like a dream I’m not anti-social But I’ll be careful who I bare my soul to With all due respect to who kept it moving Nothing’s beautiful, let’s get ruined (Right, left) Don’t hold your breath Change the program (Right, left) Don’t hold your breath Change the program (Right, left) Don’t hold your breath (Turn it off) Change the program (Right, left) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show your left (cut it off) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show your left (left) That’s right, show you’re right (right) What’s left, show you’re left (GO)
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS: Sometimes I… Sometimes I… Sometimes I feel like I’m in a trap But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at Are you at the back of the front Or are you at the front of the back But why do it matter if it don’t change where you’re at And I don’t know if it’s the end or the start But I can tell that you got a lot of heart And I believe that you love real hard And I believe that you love art And I been making up excuses for you But I didn’t do this exclusive for you I picked a compassion fruit Squeeze some into a glass of juice Mix it up with some magic I wanna see it from a different aspect My middle name might as well have been that’s that shit The tragic is always attractive It’s gotta be freakish too So they visibly struggle to keep their cool Cause you clearly never adhered to the rules They demanded allegiance to Sometimes I feel like I’m in a trap But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at Are you at the back of the front Or are you at the front of the back But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at And I don’t know if it’s the start or the end But I can tell that you got a lot of friends That’s a lot of amends it all depends I won’t pretend to know your motive Probably similar to mine, I know it I’m hoping that you know you’re important Of course you did every morning you woke up and noticed it It’s kind of like we’re all together Inside the vacuum sucking on the pressure But some of us try to act like we’re better And some of us are just like whatever I guess that it must be strange when They’re visibly angry and anxious But I don’t even want control of which way my flowers get arrangement Sometimes I feel like I’m in a trap But why do it matter if it don’t change where I’m at Are you at the back of the front Or are you at the front of the back But why do it matter if it don’t change where you’re at Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself Be mental, be well, be gentle with yourself
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug, Buck 65 and Kool Keith Additional enlightenment by Mr. Dibbs
LYRICS: (Slug): Hello Pete I think it’s time to read them receipts Tighten up the light bulb and write your own speech Change the pillow case, unplug the wireless Following a fever like it doesn’t bug the viruses I wish there was an island you could drive to just to Occupy the time with a little peace and quiet To balance all the violence that you’ve had to carry And pick up some new vocabulary And I ain't trying to suggest how to handle the stress But everything’s dirty with a capital F Keep a canister of Narcan in the man purse Put your hands in the air like you’ve got all the answers If you know then you know how it looks Some of these tattoos probably could’ve been books And everybody’s name might as well be Peter Piper Cause we are all graffiti writers We keeping it live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) We keeping it live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?)
(Buck 65 ): Hello Pete dope beat yo got a front row seat Eating good goat meat cook it over low heat Lookit, these are crow’s feet growing old I don’t cheat Home run hitting ‘em balls landing 20 rows deep White bread or whole wheat Children building muscle mass Cause you gotta hustle fast blinded by the muzzle blast Soaking in a bubble bath, smoking like I’m Al Pacino Jalapeño crack a cold one ride a golden palomino Yo, so many classics in my oeuvre Hang a photocopy of my album cover in the Louvre I like to move it-move it shovel and a sturdy bucket So disturbing dirty fuck it Kentucky derby Kirby Puckett Winner’s circle worthy of it celebrate with rebel yells Camouflage and metal shells working out with kettlebells Walking where the devil dwells like LL I need a beat to be complete I’m outta here, see ya Pete We keeping it live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) We keeping it live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?)
(Kool Keith): Pete get a job fill out an application With a pen in formation you gonna need the work instead of struggling for handouts otherwise you gonna be a man down Like 2pac said keep your head up Improve and get it together Get a suit for an interview not a Matrix leather In the basic weather Now let’s prepare you with a face to face letter Enroll in that course of success and open doors I’m a businessman, no one cross Blaze on with the cigar I’m a boss Don’t worry about the shark in the water like Jaws Just make sure you get that job Personally I don’t want you to hang out with people that steal and rob Motivation this is the big mountain to climb Let me direct you follow the right sign we keeping it live We keeping it live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) We keeping it live (is it live?) Live (is it live?) (is it live?) Live (is it live?) Live (is it live?)
VIDEO CREDITS: Shot by ZooDeVille Edited by ZooDeVille and Slug Directed by ZooDeVille and Slug
SONG CREDITS: Created by Atmosphere Produced by Ant Written and performed by Slug
LYRICS: I don’t even know if I really like people But I do like to see people do things that they like Have you seen my flashlight Has anybody seen my flashlight I just want to break your heart Take it apart and label it art Un deux trois gato Party people I’ve got one question Anybody here trying to get festive Top choice so so selective So let me hear you make noise project it Sound is vibration Like the siren that took over the radio station Warning devastating to your ears This goes out to a few of my peers Boom I never took a swim in a spoon But I danced around the living room with a broom It all started with a Profile seven-inch Been trying to keep the fire going ever since I’m waiting for the weight to lift Cause I’m afraid that it’s way too late to quit A safe space for all yall love birds But no vultures and no buzzards Stay precious no pressure I want to make it a whatever to remember There’s always somebody better I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter Party people I’ve got one question Anybody here trying to get breakfast We can keep on going until the sun shine We can keep on going until it’s lunchtime I guess it’s excessive Let’s not keep it a secret, confess Indeed I like when I see yall cheesing It’s all the reason I need to keep steezing As long as the neighbors don’t call the super I want to feel bass that wakes up the rooster I want socks and shoes with rocket booster Helicopter maneuvers I used to jump through a blazing hoop to be cool Them days are through This might not be the right place to break this news But I like the way that you lace your boots Stay precious no pressure I want to make it a whatever to remember There’s always somebody better I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter Party people I’ve got one question Do yall make exceptions I didn’t come to give advice or suggestions Except try your best not to get arrested And I don’t mean to seem disrespectful But I don’t care about your plate collection Your collection plates or your first impressions Just throw your hands in the air with aggression Put them up like you’ve got questions The knuckle tattoo says who’s next Deejay Rare Groove on the guest list Until they make the party move to the exits Right now this feels like the best it Might be heaven slightly less then Heads up cause tonight’s a blessing Spread love to fight the infections Stay precious no pressure I want to make it a whatever to remember There’s always somebody better I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter I just want to see the whole party get wetter