Wishes and Spiderwebs is the third mini-mixtape from Aela Hopeful Monster. It features Velvet Fisted Glove, a collaboration between Aela Hopeful Monster and German jazz group Juzzbox in which she reflects on the detainment of immigrant children in the US and the refugee crisis in Syria.
The second track on the mixtape is Ashanti Spider Tales produced by UK based producer KAISHEN (who also produced Pussy Clan). In Ashanti Spider Tales, Aela Hopeful Monster interlaces the narrative of being an underground hip hop artist with the dual identity of being the god Anansi the Spider of West African and Caribbean Ashanti Folklore.
Velvet Fisted Glove
[Lyrics by Aela Hopeful Monster]
Something sinister to it
beat’s so fluid
so I swam through it like a child in my womb and
Screams filled room
Blood on the news
That’s American blues
The rain won’t wash away all this pain I feel today
So I just might lose it
Yo, that’s a whole generation you’re bruising
I’m Ripping out my guts
The government can’t get enough
Of stacking bodies up in those black trucks
They hate immigrants
But that’s all of us
Get your velvet fisted glove, put me in that trunk
A father cried
His daughter tried to make bubbles fly
but her bathtub was only filled with mud
The human spirit ain’t losing
Shoot through it
But we’re here to keep it mad fluid
Ashanti Spider Tales
(2x)
My people don’t go outside
We just haunt the night
For hella hype we just keep you outside
Grip ya girl tight
This might be your last night
Organ fire
dire
Keep the monster inside her
That’s how real lovers fuck
High five
We split a Dutch
then split up
That man was too much
Tryna play
Motherfucker get it anyway
Salty
Black Sea
My people don’t go outside
We just haunt the night
For hella hype we just keep you outside
Between you and me
I padded your room
Bitch
consumed
What’s a boy to do
For hella hype we keep you tied outside
Chained to the night
I tried
To make that bird fly – But he died
What can I say
Meant that way
I dug a grave today
Obituary
padded your room, room
I padded your room
Padded your room, room
I padded your room
What’s a girl to do
I padded your room
Bitch consumed
That’s how real lovers fuck
High five
We split a Dutch
then split up
That man was too much
Burry us
I’m diamond us
Sire bring the tides higher
Spitfire
The Gods were inside her
Ashanti spider tales
Bitch
I’m not a fable
Dry bones
In my four cornered room
Once there were no stories in the world
Then god birthed this girl
Python
Her name was anon
Cuz it rolls on on
off your dried buried tongue
Ashanti spider tales
Bitch
I’m not a fable
(My people)
My people don’t go outside
We just haunt the night
For hella hype we keep you outside
Chained to the night
I tried
To make that bird fly
But he died
(Goodbye)
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