Aesop Rock - Holy Waterfall lyrics
Ian Matthias Bavitz [Bazooka Tooth]
[Aesop Rock - Holy Waterfall lyrics]
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 twenty paranoia, eighty plotted against
Palm reader calling in
His archaeologist friend
It's been a long and bitter breakup
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 fuckers 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 barn in Angkor
Money said if you could start it, it's yours
Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs
I've been jumping over fences in
A hundred different forms
Next week warm, message at the tone
I've been sketching on the roof or
Getting sketchy in the strobe
Warm, six legs circling a drain
I been swatting him for twenty
It's impervious to pain
Next week warm, rattle in the cough
I been running ragged tryna
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
Tryna curse in Khmer with no shirt
Seven 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've 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 shit to make you question
What your days even are
There's a holy waterfall where you
Could rinse and repeat
Find religion while the minnows eat
The skin off your feet
If you wake me on a January morning at four
Don't get excited when I bark at the door
Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs
I've been jumping over fences in
A hundred different forms
Next week warm, message at the tone
I've been sketching on the roof or
Getting sketchy in the strobe
Warm, six legs circling a drain
I been swatting him for twenty
It's impervious to pain
Next week warm, rattle in the cough
I been running ragged tryna
Shake an apparition off
Y'all keep not being shit
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
Daybreak 'til I break up into trained pigeons
And I came from the cave paint
Chase painkillers
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 a street to
The sound of doves cooing
Doves like, "I love what you doing
Even when it's drugs at the ruin"
Money, I was plucked from the fire
Jumped back in the fire it's fucked
You're free to hire another pathfinder
Skull and bones humming the tones
That don't bode well
Only if you may have built
An altar at the hotel, oh well
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 twenty paranoia, eighty plotted against
Palm reader calling in
His archaeologist friend
It's been a long and bitter breakup
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 fuckers 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 barn in Angkor
Money said if you could start it, it's yours
Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs
I've been jumping over fences in
A hundred different forms
Next week warm, message at the tone
I've been sketching on the roof or
Getting sketchy in the strobe
Warm, six legs circling a drain
I been swatting him for twenty
It's impervious to pain
Next week warm, rattle in the cough
I been running ragged tryna
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
Tryna curse in Khmer with no shirt
Seven 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've 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 shit to make you question
What your days even are
There's a holy waterfall where you
Could rinse and repeat
Find religion while the minnows eat
The skin off your feet
If you wake me on a January morning at four
Don't get excited when I bark at the door
Forecast warm, leftover chicken for the dogs
I've been jumping over fences in
A hundred different forms
Next week warm, message at the tone
I've been sketching on the roof or
Getting sketchy in the strobe
Warm, six legs circling a drain
I been swatting him for twenty
It's impervious to pain
Next week warm, rattle in the cough
I been running ragged tryna
Shake an apparition off
Y'all keep not being shit
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
Daybreak 'til I break up into trained pigeons
And I came from the cave paint
Chase painkillers
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 a street to
The sound of doves cooing
Doves like, "I love what you doing
Even when it's drugs at the ruin"
Money, I was plucked from the fire
Jumped back in the fire it's fucked
You're free to hire another pathfinder
Skull and bones humming the tones
That don't bode well
Only if you may have built
An altar at the hotel, oh well