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Wolves/Crows Lyrics
I leave my screams in the hole of a tree
Leave my woes in its poisoned leaves
Poor tree, its sap thick with my dull life's sicknesses
I greet the tree each sorrowful day
To leave my horrors and then walk away
My skin smooths over, my wrinkles clear, and I can sleep
The poor tree pulls its branches down to weep
Weighted down with sorrows deep
Poor tree
I used to hunt for its shape in the copse
Now to the violent park I coolly walk
It's easy to see the burdened tree, it rots
It's wounded by my petty discontents
But I refuse to let the poor tree be
I expect to find it dead, the scream hole scabbed
And a nearby sapling in dread
The poor tree pulls its branches down to weep
Weighted down with sorrows deep
Poor tree
I have begun to fear the trees revenge
I know it's called out for wolves and crows
To make a bony necklace of me
So I can no longer horrify its roots
The poor tree, when the lights go down low
Calls for the company of crows
Wolves/crows, great carnivores
To gnaw me into carnival bones
Leave my woes in its poisoned leaves
Poor tree, its sap thick with my dull life's sicknesses
To leave my horrors and then walk away
My skin smooths over, my wrinkles clear, and I can sleep
Weighted down with sorrows deep
Poor tree
Now to the violent park I coolly walk
It's easy to see the burdened tree, it rots
But I refuse to let the poor tree be
I expect to find it dead, the scream hole scabbed
And a nearby sapling in dread
Weighted down with sorrows deep
Poor tree
I know it's called out for wolves and crows
To make a bony necklace of me
So I can no longer horrify its roots
Calls for the company of crows
Wolves/crows, great carnivores
To gnaw me into carnival bones
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From Patrick
"This started out at almost twice the speed until Julian slowed it right down to its murky crawl. It’s an adaptation of the 'Picture of Dorian Grey' idea, that you can pour your woes and demons into a suitable vessel to avoid the ravages of ageing. This time the poor tree gets it. That is until the tree wreaks revenge by calling on the wolves and crows."