Patrick Wolf Vulture

Vulture

Down

Down

Losing my head to Hollywood

My liver to London

My youth to Tokyo

Still on with the show

On

And on

And on

On

It’s a

Hard

Lesson

But let me learn…

And the big wheels turn, turn

All your forest fires burn

And all my dead meat yearns

For the vulture’s return

Take this

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

My

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

Your

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

My

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

Coming down

Vulture

Coming down

Down

Down

Down

Down in Santa Monica

Suicide motel

One date with the devil

(Satan)

Seven days in hell

But mother don’t worry

I said the boy is doing fine

Home in a hurry

I’ll be sane with good time

T-t-t-t-t-t-time, time

Hard

Lessons

Let me learn

And the big wheels turn, turn

And all your forest fires burn

And all my dead meat yearns

For the vulture’s return

Take my

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

My

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

Your

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

Your

D-d-d-d-d-d-dead meat

Come on down

Dead meat

Vulture

Patrick Wolf Tristan

I am the tragedy.

And the heroine.

I am lost And I am rescuing.

The storm is come.

And I am following.

My name is Tristan.

And I am alive.

Forever young.

I come from God knows where.

‘Cos now I’m here.

Without a hope or care.

I am trouble.

And I am troubled too.

My name is Tristan.

And I am alive.

Sorrow by name.

And sorrow by nature.

Working for joy.

On overtime.

Stuck on a line.

Of misadventure.

I fear no crime.

I am the victim.

And the murderer.

You speak of love.

But I’ve never heard of her.

I am fucked.

And I am fucking too.

My name is Tristan.

And I am alive.

Sorrow by name

And sorrow by nature.

Working for joy.

On overtime.

Stuck on a line.

Of misadventure.

I fear no crime.

My name is Tristan, and I’m alive. [x2]

Patrick Wolf Bluebells

Lucy, remember

The smell of that fall

The fires of fungus

And the rotting leaves

I fell off the wagon

Into your arms

Into this long month of sundays

And you were my husband

My wife, my heroin

Now this is our final December

Now deep in a forest

Losing all thought of spring

And nothing can help me remember

And I’m going nowhere fast

A darker day has holed at last

Deep in a dream I set the calmness to spinning

And your love has come too late

Away from the garden gate

Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing

How can it be over after all that we had, now comes

A river runs through the rafters down, down, down

Does it leave me sleeping? Dreaming only of spring

The phone rings out and I remember

But I’m going nowhere fast

The darker days has holed at last

Deep in this dream I let the compass keep spinning

And your love has come too late

Now wave to the garden gate

Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing

Ringing, ringing, ringing

Wanna hear them ringing, my love

Wanna hear them ringing

Ringing…

Patrick Wolf Ghost Song

While I’m asleep

My spirit crawls out

Of my belly button

And goes down to the sea

To gather the wind

The wires and the shore

To wander the hills

Like a day gone before

When beauty was in season

Oh! Beauty in season!

Endangered by reason

Great love with no law

Today I woke

And my spirit was gone

Still on the shore

Where he truly belongs

So I call

For him

Across

The wind

And

Rain

To come and bring beauty

Back in season

Oh! Beauty in season!

I’m in danger of reason

Losing love to this law

To this….

Patrick Wolf Blackdown

And I walked west Sussex sunlight

Up by dead mans pool

Where ma, mudlark and lewes

Stared me down, you drunken fool

Old teenage debts engulfed my chest

As I contemplate death

Put a challenge to its glamour

And all its loss and glory

Wet afternoon breath

Was taken deep into my lungs

Thinking of the man I must become

My story has just begun

And I will be returning to myself soon

For I’ve been alone for too many

Of the great moments in my life

Alone like so many

But at this moment in my life…..

Father, father, any way I can help ye?

I am only just growing better to know thee….

Thank you for all the things you’ve given to our family…

Given with your heart to your wife and my sister and me…

Now I look out west of battle where our ancestors lie in grave,

Out to breed where the blacksmith put root to our family name…

I get proud of my birthright,

Think of the things I must leave

When I leave behind the city

And the living

Finally

(The temple of the winds blows, until the boy wakes from his six year slumber… alive, alone, we take the next step)

Desire

Desire

Deep down inside of me

You are not the maker nor the master of me

Help me to better support my family

To better better of a brother be….

Desire

Desire

Deep down inside of me

You are not the wrecker nor the ruler of me

Desire

Desire

Deep down in me

I’ve been alone for so many of these great moments in my life…

Lone like so many

But at this moment of my life

Desire, despair and death

I challenge thee…

All as I walked up on blackdown

Patrick Wolf William

And I showed you my ugly heart

Yet you did not surrender

Love me back to life

Through my self destruction, December

All paranoia’s to trust

I turned my bodies functions, I remembered

So ’til the going down of suns

Oh William, will you be my conqueror?

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