Aesop Rock - Holy Waterfall (Spirit World Field Guide)
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I’m a glutton where the food still shimmy and shake, not a fingerprint to pin him to a physical plane, probably show up as an isolated pocket of cold, got a way of making tilapia hop in the boat, I was fending off a lizard on the dock of the lake, in Siem Reap, smoking something I forgot how to say, maybe 20 paranoia, 80 plotted against, palm-reader calling in his archaeologist friend, it’s been a long and bitter break-up with the science of sleep, I’m through the lobby on my stomach with a knife in my teeth, brave winter, rain slicker over mutinous code, finally free of all you ****ers I should pull through a phone, I could transform later when the gradient fade, there’s a paranormal energy awake and engaged, there’s a Kawasaki out behind a bar in Angkor, money said if you could start it it’s yours
Forecast: warm, leftover chicken for the dogs, I been jumping over fences in a hundred different forms, next week: warm, message at the tone, I been sketching on the roof, or getting sketchy in the strobe, Warm, 6 legs circling a drain, I been swatting him for 20, it’s impervious to pain, next week: warm, rattle in the cough, I been running ragged trying to shake an apparition off
In the pitch dark, searching for the source of the hex, got a loyal tentacle in every corner of heck, hooded figure from the wreckage of an alien ship, Nescafé washing down a snake on a stick, spotted floating down a river trying to curse in Khmer, with no shirt, 7 days worth of dirt in his hair, when the motor finally folded to the accident prone, had to flag another captain, phantasm in tow, I been ignoring any semblance of relatable earth, I got a homie from the region who could name every bird, and tell you what it is to wake up with a tank in the yard, type of **** to make you question what your days even are, there’s a holy waterfall where you can rinse and repeat, find religion, while the minnows eat the skin off your feet, if you wake me on a January morning at 4, don’t get excited when I bark at the door
Y’all keep not being ****, all I do is chomp at the bit, caltrop in his foot, still hop to the bridge, all rah! rah! a pox on your kin, pass through the prism, maintain position, knock over everything, walk away whistling, false name, I work at a fake business, day break, ’til I break up into trained pigeons, and I came from the cave paint, chase pain killers, tailed by an arcane shape in the scribble, I stake-out snakes that forsake the sigil, wait ‘em out, show ‘em how the wavelength ripple, I’m afraid they don’t wanna see a wound-up truant, get to walk down the street to the sound of doves cooing, doves like “I love what you’re doing, even when it’s drugs at the ruin”, money I was plucked from the fire, jumped back in the fire, it’s ****ed, you’re free to hire another pathfinder, skull and bones humming the tones that don’t bode well, only if may have built an altar at the hotel, oh well
Very brute, much savage, hide the kids, hide the wife, etc.
