Poem: Aztec Hotel
Harold Budd
Night, empty wet street
Headlight, ominous shadows
A dog barks
Dog turns into man
He runs for his life
Old man in shitty hotel changes his shirt
50's motel painting changes to Aztec warrior
Dog in hotel room senses change
Old man becomes the dog
Aztec warrior and dog team up on high plateau and look across an enormous vista
Distant thunder
Lights off in the distance like a receding old town
Nameless specter, obsidian weapon
Warrior and specter clash
Huge black silence
They can't reconcile the force of the clash
Clash again
Old man in hotel brushes his teeth as the dog slumbers
The painting melts
Old man, lights go out
Dog's legs hammer out rhythm
Dreaming, he whimpers