Fryerstarter

fryerstarter - aesop rock
let me put you up on bob's donuts
controller of the warm deep
fryer that charms cobras
mostly it was aggravated ulcers
over goat's legs
will they go for maple, custard,
buttermilk or wolfs bane?
hm, late after your cinderella pulsate
and crash i was rotating casts
picture if you will a witching
hour on week night in the trenches
where paranoia dead-ends in a
bright florescent heaven
with sprinkles
i know right yum
whether tummy ache or fever
keep the funnel cake
i'm honey glaze in vitro
in the company of similar believers
sleepless, who hear the walls breath
and foam at the facial features
now the yeast, a phoenix in the
partially hydrogenated
equal parts flower, faith, healing
might replace your
previously nominated jesus
but only if you privy to the
following secret of all secrets
shh, every night at 12
they would march out from the back
with a tray of raw dough
for the pool of hot fat
show up around 1 never
get your god back
if you're just tuning in,
walk into the light
walk into the light
i boil oil too, not for scarfing
for ccs of japanese innovation
that screech into free parking
purple heart and 2nd chin that beseech
him to squeeze the carbs
into the motherboard
you can chew the eucharist
in cruller form
locally a seedy danish underworld
is bustling where jelly's not
a celebrated it's a puppet string
pluck, nose for canola
5 cow stomachs like a mime
with a rope going nowhere
fast, right hand of god on my shoulder,
crows feet swollen, dopey
combing apple fritters over with
folk of opposing cultures
baby sitter cop thief reverend,
body glitter, botched c-section,
bronze teeth
each progressively more sequestered
yet if threatened will defend
the rasin bread as codefendants
some lose religion or view
it as superstition
you can tell a friend ifyou are
down to kill them
shh, every night at 12 they
would march out from the back
with a tray of raw dough
for the pool of hot fat
show up around 1 never
get your god back
if you're just tuning in,
walk into the light
walk into the light
the fat boys are back,
foam fingers over open arms
to feverishly reclaim
their stomachs from golden jars
and stagger through the
pulse ofthe gulch on
a builder's dividends
hiding high behind his guilty
powdered-sugar fingerprints
seething eventide fever,
sidewalk feeling a little dicey
i'm snake-eye straight
to the cakes icing
might, fortune-teller up
your favorite paper tiger stripe
great, grace invaders, the
first-name basis patron haters
who compromise the pilot
lights and flavors
silent night, holy night,
invite the pious out the pagan
midnight kitchen doors un-caging
the enablers like butchers
in bloody aprons
can i get a fucking amen?
amen, hazelnut raiders of the lost,
navigate consecutive pastries
like stations of the cross
no name no dayjob
know the folk where it virgin
mary toast by the loaf
thanks bob
shh, every night at 12 they
would march out from the back
with a tray of raw dough for t
he pool of hot fat
show up around 1 never
get your god back
if you're just tuning in,
walk into the light
walk into the light