Video Kneaded Dead Crows In Sacrifice For The Smell Of My Shelf de Ahmed Balkhi Ab Leroy 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ahmed Balkhi Ab Leroy - Kneaded Dead Crows In Sacrifice For The Smell Of My Shelf Lyrics

We sit round the table
the ovens on, baking kneaded dead crows
and every time you speak
there's nothing on my mind
except the smell of the book shelf i thrifted that morning
it smells old
of wood
but no matter how old
if it’s my first then it's new
and it resembles a goddess of greek descent
like it could've been made up of chopped wood from elysian fields
cut down by angels or devils that lived there
or of beautiful birches taken straight out of a Robert Frost poem
like it’s wood was holy, sacred
it's older owners prayed to it
Brahman soot still on it
it watched the lost jazz of all saturdays, break ups, firsts and lasts
and i can't help but take a sniff of it's dust
before i try to load it up with my head
skull first then brain
then i'll float out the room and watch my eyes staring back
telling me no one else can know what it really wants in it's mouth
because my existence was walking on a rope over niagara falls
one mistake and the meccan inbreed water would sallow me whole

so i left the shelf empty
and walked out the room with nothing on it
ate black crows in it's honor
and yet it's smell still lingers in my head
because it deserves to be loved but
i won’t let them know
a thing
if i want to stay alive