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Shaking Like A Fist
03:23
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flies a buzzing in my vision today
must be that rotted lime
bottles spilled, faith unhealed
still in splints n wires
I got a cross to bear, they got a cross to burn
have I passed state lines,
If i make it back, strike a match
then we’ll head in side
floorboard stings, mattress springs, pokin in my side
Oh, I’m just shaken like a fist
If I knew the road, I’d know where to ditch
Please top it off, Miss …. Oh my head, go flip the switch
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2. |
Where's The Moment
04:23
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Today the heat come bustlin, windows doors and walls
no escape it’s insisting, climbing down the hole
Gotta make a connection, handshake, pen, or call
Gotta feed the notion.
That’s the plot after all
Mess I left, paved over
Pulled the rope, is all
Send the package straight downstream, raging sea n all
To this I speak, pure nonsense
Back’s there to break
Lock no eyes, keep your pace, don’t run
They’ll fish you out anyhow
Where’s the moment?
I ask ya
How do you know
Where’s the moment
I tell ya, man, it was here but now it’s gone…
Highway lines mean nothing,
just blurs in your dreams
Sounds of traffic, white noise for sleep
movie on the ceiling, dated and old
Gotta get out into something
running neither hot or cold
CHORUS
solo
funk on the mirror disappearing
BRIDGE: one less history you’re smearing
clearing, appearing, fighting through the fog …..
CHORUS (instrumental)
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3. |
The Night Isn't Right
02:45
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with you in heart not my arms
the moonlight loses it’s charm
adrift down the river so long
I’ll let sleep send me on
We stepped up the hillside at dawn
enthralled as the hours wore on
But with you, plain out of sight
oh, the night isn’t right
I witness the length dull and long
Minutes into hours into song
A wish that expands grey and drawn
waking dreams fading off
crippled by a sadness too real
pain equals touch, equals feel
the morning sun, will it reveal,
what the shadows can’t steal
solo
With you in my heart, not my arms
the moonlight loses it’s charm
with you plain out of sight
oh, the night isn’t right.
oh, the night isn’t right
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Cruel Sister (trad)
07:51
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There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Two daughters were the babes she bore
Fa la la la la la la la la la
As one grew bright as is the sun
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
So coal black grew the elder one
Fa la la la la la la la la la
A knight came riding to the lady's door
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
He'd traveled far to be their wooer
Fa la la la la la la la la la
He courted one with gloves and rings
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
But he loved the other above all things
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Oh, sister will you go with me
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
To watch the ships sail on the sea?
Fa la la la la la la la la la
She took her sister by the hand
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And led her down to the North Sea strand
Fa la la la la la la la la la
And as they stood on the windy shore
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The dark girl threw her sister over
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Crying, "Sister, reach to me your hand"
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Oh sister, sister, let me live
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And all that's mine I'll surely give
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Your own true love that I'll have and more
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
But thou shalt never come ashore
Fa la la la la la la la la la
And there she floated like a swan
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The salt sea bore her body on
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Two minstrels walked along the strand
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And saw the maiden float to land
Fa la la la la la la la la la
They made a harp of her breastbone
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone
Fa la la la la la la la la la
They took three locks of her yellow hair
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And with them strung the harp so rare
Fa la la la la la la la la la
They went into her father's hall
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
To play the harp before them all
Fa la la la la la la la la la
But when they laid it on a stone
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The harp began to play alone
Fa la la la la la la la la la
The first string sang a doleful sound
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
The bride her younger sister drowned
Fa la la la la la la la la la
The second string as that they tried
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
In terror sits the black-haired bride
Fa la la la la la la la la la
The third string sang beneath their bow
Lay the bent to the bonnie broom
And surely now her tears will flow
Fa la la la la la la la la la
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6. |
Wolvez
05:12
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Snow
05:21
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Thick of the winter, after the dead of the fall
Shadows are moving, in spite of the snow
There’s an engine to wire, under the bridge by the creek
more snow inside, we’re hoping to keep
He says if she moves, he’s gonna cut her to pieces
by the weight of her eyes, you don’t think she believes him
Dead finks don’t talk but, nor do wards when they’re covered in sleep
Hear the faint rapping down the hole, embraces you deep
Fence drags the engine cross past ice, rain and sleet
Boot, it stays locked, kicks along with the beat
If they last through the dawn, it’s a long night’s sleep
Why even bother, it’s all yours to keep
In comes the spring, golden hair, fair to the touch
All those panicked calls, I hope you don’t miss me too much
Thick of the winter, after the dead of the fall
Shadows are moving, in spite of the snow
There’s an engine to wire, under the bridge by the creek
more snow inside, we’re hoping to keep
Dead finks don’t talk but, nor do wards when they’re covered in sleep
Hear the faint rapping down the hole, embraces you deep
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8. |
Julius Caesar
07:44
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9. |
Cross Of Iron
05:17
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I held the pages tightly in my lap
Anything yet I hadn’t said, over and over again
Oh that ghost reappears whenever you ignore it’s name
Went up the stairs, buckets boom and mop
No bell but the door’s ajar, swinging in the chill
Sure, I’ll sit on that floor thumb through your grooves
No compression, analog perfection
A hint of bright in broad stokes of blue
Watch those moves
A slight up-hand
Your lips reach the bottle before the fingers can reach it
Another spell, in another shell
Oh, if you’d call my name
I’d dig the bones free, lay another grave ………
solo
Dead roses and a cross of iron
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Just get me through the night, and I'll brace myself for tomorrow
Not a footstep laid to heavy on that unturned soil
Let it lay, let it play, let it ease you into daylight
Just pass me through this single day, as I shudder under sunlight
Every smile, every frown, every "yes, thank you much" may the concrete rest easy
Under foot, under chain, and in every crossed eyeline
The ones who lift you up, and the ones who hold you down
At the top - adrift or not, you might just need those anchors
Through the ebb and the tide, should fear or anger arise
Yes, it's enough to just get through the night
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WOLVEZ Los Angeles, California
LA based/native.
Erik Herrera: Fender Telecaster, Gretsch Electromatic
Double Jet, Epiphone Sheraton, Silvertone guitars, vocals, keys, Danelectro, Epiphone Violin, and Fender Jazz basses, DW and Ludwig drums, Maschine drums/keys programming
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