Spooling from Pissabed Prophet by Pissabed Prophet

Hold your breath, now let the sound stream straight through you
It’s a mere matter of matter over mind
You’ll see

Close your eyes and sink down into your body
Feel all the atoms spin pirouettes inside your head
As your thoughts wheel round and round and round and round

Pinch your nose and dive in a pool of pity
If you sink low enough, you can hug the mirrored floor

Stuff your ears, but nod like you understand things
Just let the questions come spooling out between your teeth

If you peered inside (what might you find?)
What might you find there in me? (a swarm of bees)
A bucket of bees (buzzing in me)
A half-eaten scroll soaked in weak tea
A bundle of tunes unwinding
A broken machine that’s grinding
Round and round and round

Hold your breath, now let the sound stream straight through you
It’s a mere matter of matter over mind
You’ll see

• Alternative
• art rock
• psychedelic
• United Kingdom