Trash/Thrash Tuesday: High on Fire – “The Falconist”

Greetings, scumbags. Put down your crack pipes and beer bongs. Whats new this week? Is it oppressively hot where you are? Do you get stoned in your bath tub with the sun blotted out of all your windows? That’s a rough approximation of my life right now. It’s unbearably hot here right now to the point that sweating is second nature and being generally greasy moments after having a shower is now commonplace. With all the heat in mind, I’ve done little the past while save from eat weed edibles, drink iced coffee and absorb new music into my ear holes. This week’s Trash/Thrash piece is definitely a THRASH gooder – High on Fire. Doomy and stoney and perfect, High on Fire recently released Luminiferous much to pretty well everyone’s great delight. here’s a link to what our very own Scotty Floronic thought once we cleared the house of the weed haze.

Luminferous has wormed it’s way into my brain and amongst the rest of the killer tracks, I have been unable to shake “The Falconist”. Firstly, the track is just plain great to listen to on the bus. There’s a sick slow driving beat that churns just enough. Allow me to say – I’m pretty sure Matt Pike made a boo boo, because if he is truly singing about the dudes who fly falcons, they’re called Falconeers, not Falconists. But hey – when you smoke roughly your own body weight in black market gangster high marijuana, there’s bound to be some nomenclature confusion.

There’s been some debate here in the graveyard as to what this song is actually about, and we haven’t come up with a concrete answer yet. I have plans to smoke enough pot and drink enough cold brew to smell colors that only lizards can taste so I will get back to you once I return with more information.

With all that in mind, would you kindly fuck off so I can commence this smoke show? Join me why don’t you and put on Luminiferous and let’s see what the aliens have to say.

The Falconist starts at about 21:40 in the above video. Or just buy the goddamn album at Itunes and spend five fucking dollars and don’t go to starbucks and tell the bus driver to get fucked and walk. Matt Pike needs beer money.

The great awakening and I don’t feel better
Some of us take the pain
And the monsters are real
I could lie but its hunting us
As the fates draw nearer
We foresee the absolute
And the jackal is here
You can see me flying above the rift
Watch me diving, play the risks
I could see a long way off
Like a lighthouse keeper
The insane and the somber crowd
When doom whispers here
Hunter from a slight of wing
I’m a run kill catcher
Saw things from a hawk eye view
Falls a prophet of flight
You can see me flying above the rift
Watch me diving, play the risks
You can see me flying
Watch me diving
From the wrist, the Falconist
A kill to make the day
Got a monsters feather
Think your gonna take me down
I’ll win this for real
Having been on the higher ground a
And I shoot from the lever
I’m a bird of prey
And your kill in my eye
You can see me flying above the rift
Watch me diving, play the risks
You can see me flying
Watch me diving
From the wrist, the Falconist
Hooded raptors
Bow from perch to Earth
Creance kept val chatri viced
Alright!
The great awakening and I don’t feel better
Some of us take the pain
And the monsters are real
You can see me flying above the rift
Watch me diving, play the risks
You can see me flying
Watch me diving
From the wrist, the Falconist
We’ve lived a thousand years
And death had left alone
The Ḥashshāshīn’s fate is forged