My Sons Name Is Festival

Never been one to hide from the fight but I might dip and strike again, collect another force and form a plan to penetrate your friends, plan to have you disappear for 10, end up water lung like concrete clogs see we be saying never saw him again
Angst in this hunchback clap a few tracks, back with the sickness sip a few bhang
Slack with the riddim gonna get yourself slapped
Cos tact ain't a tool that I use to attract

My sons name is festival
He said to me whilst we stood crowded round the door of a hurtling train set for Jaipur, it was 6am and I caught him chanting at the sunrise birthing from the mountains the distance.
He offered an open blue foil wrapper in which was nestled some brown substances, I thought rude to reject so took it ecxpecting nuts – rather not, instead it was chewing tobacco. Quite a shock right considering on this tour id already taken opium.

He then introduced me to his family, told me he was an english teacher (this I thought funny as his interpretation of my native tongue wasn't great)
and then gave me a breakfast of a shortbread type cake made of ghee, wheatflour and baking powder I apprehensive in my acceptance of it duely forgot all imagined ills when it touched my mouth, beautiful.

My suns name is festival.

Stay lit with a short fuse well travelled
Keep my eyes out searching for that high mountain
Don't stay put

Now my timings not quite perfect and I admit that
Bit off beat, but bite this nah that no easy feat you see geeze
On a Sleepy Sunday in the rain
I penned a couple notes of pain
My many muscles spoke of troubles blend again
A stale hour absorbed in name
But been A hot minute since I knew her frame
Still, Set fire to a piece of parchment
As my fingers dribble with the question of conversation with you

"Chitodgadh & it's very nice place to see"
I hung out the train doors hurtling towards Jaipur,
I told him my name was Ben and he said
'Pen? What a name!'