Patrick Wolf Teignmouth

Teignmouth

On the night train

From the city to the south

I saw spirits

Crawl across the river mouth

In skewed ascension

With no destination

Like this lone bachelor in me

This constant yearning

For great love and learning

For the wind to carry me free

So when the birds fly south

I’ll Reach up and hold their tails

Pull up and out of here

And bridle the autumn gales

Down to the burning cliffs

To the everlasting roll

To marry the untold blisses

And anchor this lost soul

From my window

I saw two birds lost at sea

I caught our reflection

In that silent tragedy

But with hope prevailing

I draw galleons sailing

In full sail billowing free

So when the birds fly south

We’ll reach up and hold their tails

Pull up and out of here

And bridle the autumn gales

I give you my hand

The fingers unfold

To have and forever hold

To marry the untold blisses

And anchor this lost soul

Patrick Wolf The Libertine

The motorway won’t take a horse

The wanderer has found a course to follow

The traveler unpacked his bags for the last time

The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine

Oh no, not me

The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralyzed

The hitchhiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside

The libertine is locked in jail

The pirate sunk and broke his sail

But I still have to go

I’ve got to go, so here I go

I’m going to run the risk of being free

The magicians secrets all revealed

And the preachers lies are all concealed

And all our heroes lack any conviction

They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction

So I’ve got to go

I’ve got to go, so here I go

I’m going to run the risk of being free

And in this drought of truth and invention

Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention

So we pass the mic and they’ve got nothing to say, except

“Bow down, bow down, bow down to your God”

Then we hit the floor and make ourselves and idol to bow before

Well, I can’t and I won’t bow down anymore

No more

Patrick Wolf Land’s End

The work is done and the record pressed

Now you’re doing battle

With the fickle press

You’ve got to strike the hammers

And pull the bow

And another fool

Is just another show

It’s all the same

And you’ve seen this before

And you’ve seen this before

And you’ve seen this before

And don’t it seem like too long a time

Since you were sweating in the streetlight?

Too many dreams, not enough schemes

And a bike with no gears to ride

With the wheels going too slow

So, you tell ’em:

“I’m leaving London for Lands End

With a green tent and a violin

I’m going to strike the hammers

And pull the bow

Just another day to forget this show

And come back to me”

Come back to me

Darling come back to me

Come back….

Now don’t it seem like too long a time

Since you were sweating in the spotlight?

Too many jeers, not enough cheers

But when you sing you’ve got nothing to hide

Singing: “where does the time go?

And where did the time go?”

Oh Darling when will you ever learn?

The grass is always greener,

Its everywhere you turn

You’ll see it:

Everything you’re sure of is up for change

We’re all stuck on this spinning stage

Spinning around and round

And round and round and round

Patrick Wolf Slow Motion

Before you, I was living

In my silverfish kitchen

Fruit fly clouds breathing

No hope, no religion

The nightmare on Haslett Road

I was too young to weep from the road

Too proud for health, too scared to grow

Out of my depth and out of control

I was so lonely there

Living in slow motion, breathless corrosion

Waiting for the kiss of life

Slow motion, breathless corrosion

Waiting for the kiss of life, the kiss of life

Waiting for your kiss of life

City rumors, spreading deep water, both treading

Yes, I was too young to weep from the road

And too proud for help, too scared to grow

Out of my depth and out of control

The strangers meet in

Slow motion, breathless devotion

That night you gave me the kiss of life

Slow motion, breathless, breathless

That night you gave me the kiss of life

The kiss of life

That night you saved me

With the kiss of life

Wake me out of that deep sleep, darlin’

Wake me out of that deep sleep, darlin’

Wake me out of that deep sleep, darlin’

Wake me out of that deep sleep, darlin’

With your kiss

Wake me out of that deep sleep

Deep sleep, darlin’

Deep sleep, darlin’

Patrick Wolf Hard Times

As they

Dig your ditches

Count my stitches

Generation justice wishes for

World at war

Final score

Media come and abhor us

As these are hard times

We´ll work harder harder

Through these hard times

I´ll work harder harder

Divided nation

In sedation

Overload of information that

We have grown up to ignore

Mediocrity applauded

In these hard times

We´ll work harder harder

Through these hard times

I´ll work harder harder

for resolution

Show me some revolution

This battle will be won!

Forced to count the hours

Since two towers

Fell to fiction

Those higher powers

Putting gods to war

Who keeps score?

Ignorance is still adored

And through these hard times

We´ll work harder harder

Give me hard times

I´ll work harder harder

For revolution

Hard time for some resolution

Time for some revolution

This battle will be won!

Harder harder harder now!

If they only see you with their fear

And they only hear you with their pride

And they only see you with their fear

And they only hear you with their pride

And we´ll work harder harder harder harder

Harder harder harder harder

Hard times!

Patrick Wolf The Shadowsea

Too many rocks

Not enough breeze

To sail on out

Of your shadowseas

Too many sails

Not enough breeze

Of your shadowseas

To sail on out

Of your shadowseas

Patrick Wolf Who Will?

Who will penetrate the tightening muscle

Who will cut across the thickening skin

Who will be the one to reach their hand in

And pull out the golden heart

Who will

Who will

Who will

Who will

Who will

Who will

From all the ashes

Of all the crashes

Who will

Be the one

Be the one

Who will lay me down in green pastures

and lead me from the burning sand.

Who will be the one to lay their cards down

and always hold the winning hand?

Who will

Who will

Who will

Be the one

From all the ashes

Of all the crashes

Who will

Be the one

Who will be the one

Who will be the one

Patrick Wolf Anthem

The birds they sang

At the break of day

Start again

I heard them say

Don’t dwell on what

Has passed away

Or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will

Be fought again

The holy dove

She will be caught again

Bought and sold

And sold and bought again

The dove is never free.

So ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs

The signs were sent:

The birth betrayed

The marriage spent

Ah the widowhood

Of every government,

Signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more

With that lawless crowd

While the killers in high places

Sing their prayers out loud.

Oh they’ve summoned up, they’ve summoned up

A thundercloud

And they’re going to hear from me.

So ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.

You can add up the parts

There is no sum

You can strike up the march,

There is no drum

Every heart, every heart

To love will come

But like a refugee.

So ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in.

How the light gets in.

How the light gets in.