The Holy Dine

by Hot Wobble

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released July 13, 2018

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Hot Wobble New York, New York

Hot Wobble is the experimental electronic side of the classically trained double bassist Emilio Guarino.

Most casual listeners wouldn't connect the sounds of Warp Records with the sounds of the symphony, but that's exactly what Emilio is hearing. He draws on the orchestral and jazz traditions as much as his appetite for glitches, pops, bleeps, and drops.
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Track Name: The Holy Dine (feat. Bob Botanist)
(this is a dill pickle)

Swum from the vivid vale
Plums, roots the Richter scale
Never had a chance to go off

Tastes formed within a wail
A screech grinds right off the rail
Fruits never bruise, well
Uhhhhh


(a mighty pretty pickle)

(it’s a beverage AND a food)

ah ah ah ah raggin you, dagger dudes
sippin’ on dragonfruit tea
that I brewed drippin’ in my sleep 

Just sent another tweet
Y-T-P turn movie
turned eye bag, why drag?

always dusting
musty
cats it 

Double Dash, the control stick smoldered

Been here
seen that
roll off
fade back
talk less
eat good
and well….

Aye. I’m trying to find where I am in the world
Life is not futile (not futile) it’s fertile
this is how we..
circle around
Let it flow son

(a mighty pretty pickle)

My money talks, I’m at the grain   
I rue the day that I’m catchin’ it
Got a song and the prophets had mastered it
Buddah, Muhammad in asterisk
His grace will sing some malice battleships 
We throw no hands I’m just 
speaking for the Vatican
Mount Kailash, speaking out for Mecca 
Messages from Nepal 
I do it (do it all)
Ancestors brought that thunder for real 

Fierceless angels killed my hatred
Sweet love on me, rap game, Anita Baker

Fierceless angels killed my hatred
Sweet love on me, rap game, Anita Baker

Fierceless angels killed my hatred
Sweet love on me, rap game, Anita Baker

Fierceless angels killed my hatred
Sweet love on me, rap game, Anita Baker

I’m just trying to be up at bat again
Track Name: Imagined Memories (plant boy cut) [feat. Bob Botanist]
spending days. in the wade. while i drape
by the lake

in my brain. while i fade. dread my ways.
can’t escape

i’m a rambunctious blade
can’t be left to contemplate

or i’ll die on my own
guess that’s probably fuckin great

who needs SCUM LIKE ME
when there’s wealth within streets
some be more than novelty
most bred of higher fates

don’t be pickin much off my plate as of late
i been roaming all of these scape that i’ve raised
keep me comfort conforming pains that i’ve gaged
entirely off of web  m d

they say don’t self diagnose
but how could the boy know

when all i have is fuckin me

got a lot going on
and all of which is fucking me
but luckily
i see a light in the sky

comets trail
pick a place
it’s a shower
everyday

I’m shooting signals hoping that they get by
Track Name: Cosmic Vex From The Ground View (feat. Bob Botanist)
signature move
indifferent to
the licks and the groove
you’re listening to
the thoughts you had pooled

with nothin to prove
and lesser to lose
the stars as a muse
you left me in sky

with nothin to do
when quasars collide
the galaxy strewn
the maximum brew

we’re making up life
and giving it boost
celestial druid

With rings as a roost

Staying caught inside the Canopy
Our Special To Use

I could always be less an-g-ry
But then I’d be cool

I could make myself the vanishing
point you draw to

But I wouldn’t blame you

If you thought to erase

There’s no lines nor no lies
Only space that you face when you

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found a cosmo caption…

hoping that you capture, embrace allt hat
unravels
stay vexed between your travels, hyper light speed in your carriage
as you landing somewhere distant
goliaths and something massive

can’t stay off e-quilibrium now, huh?

wild songs, sung from the sound falls
where water makes the ground you’ve known to tread ‘pon

former logic you’ve once known, beyond abandoned


aboriginals we designate
star signs we delegate
our times irrelevant
to harsh tides in different space
carpools ain’t lifted yet,

ethereal depths ain’t visioned yet
the growth can’t be so foretold
when people feel unfortunate

a morbid tale as human being
humans be
warsought
so says
exit out the prowl and emerge from your soul shed

listen as the shoal says

more knowledge in a sea shell
than you’d ever get from old heads
but i say that in my young breath


...SWEPT THRU BENDS
WHERE SPACE COLLIDES
AND SNATCHES AIR

FINITE RENDS
THE FABRIC OF OUR
...EXISTENCE

WE CAN GO,
TO LANDS UNTOLD
OR SO THEY SAY

we break the bonds

IF THEY DIDN’T LET YOU WALK, WOULD YOU CARRY ON
IF THEY GAVE YOU COURT TO FLY AS A CARRION

don’t think I’d rejoice
For the wings, that I pick, have echo out my voice
Bouncing off the walls we build, all this armor we embroid

There’s some folly in the void
You think you could avoid
Like seafarers legend
Getting lost in peril

And we’re sailing to our bullshit, Could
learn from the stars if we just kept it moving

Last of us all even tho there’s couple billion

There’s more out there to see
And just as much within, if not so equally

But it’s easier to be, all the space you could believe
An expanse, you can grasp, for eternity

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