Late at night i'm putting eels on brian eno
I go into his room and just y'know
I lay about a dozen eels out on his body
It isn't something that I really want to do it's just that
I don't have a job right now and I've still got a ton of bills
And I don't really have another way that I can pay rent
I saw the ad online and thought it was a joke but it is not
And now i've signed over a dozen legal statements
There's only one way to explain the job at hand
But its so absolutely weird i find that i can hardly say it
Late at night I put the eels on
I put I put I put I put I put them on
I put I put I put them all on
I know it's weird but I was told by him that if I did this
Every other night for the remainder of his life
Then I would somehow soak up knowledge that was hidden in his psyche
And I can say after a month that maybe I got some new
Type of third eye sight into a part of me that's frightening
Like deep inside of me there's something that can fully
Comprehend a million options in causality precisely
I don't know why I don't know where I don't know when
I don't know how it's going down but I can tell that it's already gonna rupture
And there just isn't any way
Isn't any other way to ease the strain
Late at night I'm putting eels on brian eno