Mystery Fish - Aesop Rock

Tech support, feral army

In a cave on a failed bit of terraforming

4 corners of paranormal

Get shorn for a thermos and pair of thermals

In the warehouse air where his dairy curdles

St. Vincent de Paul trying to square the circle

Circle the source of his power

Foresight born at the corner of Howard on sale

Cherry pick blue in the pale

It’s a blue-nose chewin' his tail

Losing his coat

Schmoozing a high and head-rush

Hack up bile over H1N1, and then some

One eye on the breadcrumbs

Other eye on the Drencrom

Other other eye on the income

Good knife and a grin

Shoot dice with the lice and the ring worms

Peg leg, smells like Medellin wake in the night

Make a pipe out of anything

Take 5, take a dive in the cellophane

Back out, black out somewhere fancy

Shaped like the backseat of Aesop’s Camry

Dude… seat full of chips and sandwich meat from the crypt

In the end, if you give an address in a river of piss

Don’t question the mystery fish

Just picture shrimp on a pillow of grits

Close your eyes, lick your lips

I’m at the cafe ordering a cup of fresh

Sarah gave me 2, I gave one to Rex

He said, «Fools ain’t shit plus fuck the pigs

They could never understand what Sumner is»

(Word up, word up, word up)

I’m off the grid

I’m through the gate

I fly these kites into the fray

(Word up, word up, word up)

I’m out the box

I’m through the mud

I fly these kites into the cut

NorCal fried bacteria

No ID survive the vivarium

Try soft wheels, sourdough and heroin

Eat with the chimera, fly with the seraphim

Might hold court with the cats and dogs

Who hold Kools like an orb in a dragon’s claw

In terry cloth robes outside detox surly

Curse at a beat cop, doctor a Slurpee

Adopt no Xerxes, fear no moon man

Stay true like a wolf wearing wolf pants

Oooh, never could avoid himself

For long enough to contain or employ as help

And now he look both ways at the asteroid belt

Buzzed, gross and wholly unloved

Still hear an ex in his head yelling, «kiss the ring»

From a fortune to Fisher King

Or from assisted care, blisters in his hair

New day, new diary of disrepair

Soups on, 2-ton crucifix to bear

No shoes, no shirt, no fiscal year

I said hello to Marshall every morn for 6

He yelled at me every time, that’s amore, bitch

It only took one tooth to crack the bug juice and chug

Turn a bum to a Sun Tzu, it’s bug

Outside home is an open swim

Occultism in the throws of corrosive wind

A cold meal with the ghosts of friends

A whole host of meds

A deal on a Tone Loc cassette

I stepped over a body in the door

I pretend he asleep but it’s probably more, God damn

Profound apathy, heart with a crack

I’m ships in the night

I’m darts at a map

Word up