When the wolf walks by, you realize, you may have something in common with him. Now you may be some kind of fowl, and be his tonight's dinner. Or maybe it may be that you are he, you are the wolf----and you move, with your instincts. And you may not like it, but as long as you are here and you are the wolf, by god you gotta eat something, you know you gotta eat something, you're hungry gotta eat
something, something, something.
When the wolf trots by, you~ realize- you recognize yourself in his eyes, in his eyes. Now you may be some kind of hard nose~got it all set in stone, but it only takes a moment for you to feel something~ something you don't quite grasp, and it puts you ill at eeeaaassseee, ease, ease, ease-
Because his gait is swift, and his eyes are fierce, and he represents, a fatalistic approach that could help you a lot if you were willing to pierce through the sham comfort of not being direct and expecting someone to read into your convoluted words and save you from the sorrow of not reaching and taking what you need, need, need,
Need, need need.
instumental chords (2,3,4,3)
Now what struck you, is when you saw them eating mice. Or when they scrounge for earthworms and berries and frogs. Now they'll always eat the best first, and pray on weak members of the herd, and there's justice, in this attack, even though it's not an altruistic act. They just happen to be easy to catch.
Karin Park made this album of spare, intensely beautiful dark pop in a converted church building from her childhood. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2022