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Patrick Wolf
Patrick Wolf


Background information
Birth name Patrick Denis Apps
Born June 30, 1983
Born place South London
Genre(s) Indietronica
Folktronica
Alternative Rock
Baroque Pop
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Tomlab
Loog Records
Mercury Records
Bloody Chamber Music
Website Website



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Patrick Wolf Album


Lycanthropy (07/28/2003)
07/28/2003
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Epilogue
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Prelude

[No lyrics]

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Walk tall beneath these trees boy
you monolith not scarred by fallout
us wolves were right behind you and lucifer will never find you
oh no!

the moon, let it guide you, when selene comes, we'll alll know how to fight
dear fenrir, my saviour, come and eat the ones, we know who taste the best

I know just where you've been boy, i've watched you by the stream
and don't be afraid of the dark 'cos the darkness is simply a womb for the lonely
swallow your pride and walk with us through the trees and hills
oh yes! your english eyes they are turning red
I I I I oh I I I I

the moon, let it guide you and i shall find you a home in our heartland, a heart in our homeland
Until the moon is down, until the moon is down

. . .


I wake at dusk to go alone
without a light
to the unknown
i want this night inside of me
i want to feel
i want this speeding
i want that speeding

my blood beats black tonight!

no need for comfort
no need for light
i am hunting for secrets tonight
Eat the sorrow lick the spark
u h oh my blood beats dark

And here it comes
it comes for me
i want to run
i want to scream
Get in my car with both eyes closed
full pedal down
And i am speeding!

my blood beats black tonight!

no need for comfort
no need for light
iam hunting down demons tonight
Eat the terror lick the spark
uh oh my blood beats dark

. . .


The day our house collapsed
I went down stream.
Ifollowed the swans
Like i follow my dreams.

oh! i was living on borrowed time in a
borrowed house for a borrowed crime.
in need of help i came to your door.
saw the spike of the railings from
the 28/3rd floor.
singing
"build your castle, stop collecting stones
and the river bed shall not be yoru home"

To the lighthouse my friend!
Ibless your words and education
To the lighthouse my friend.
just go! just go!
To the lighthouse my friend.
I am sorry that you came to find
"great great minds
against themselvesconspire'

now the bombs drop around our feet,
do we throw them back
or bow and greet them.
everyone now, is so terrifyed
of the glowing dark
and those orange skies.

sing it:
'build your castle, stop throwing stones
cos' those fire birds are
coming down on our homes"

To the lighthouse my friends
it cannot even be a question
To the lighthouse my friends
we must go, we must go

. . .


London, did you have to
take my child away?
you buried him under
rent and low pay.
I've been cyling in circles
round your empty streets.
i've been searching
in the pouring rain.

I've been going alone
to the cinema
I've been stealing all my food
from the electric avenue
now the pigeons gather
round my feeding hand.
and we talk til the evening fades.

I have learnt how it goes
what you wait for never shows
and what you least wanted
holds you down like a stone.
just like a stone.

Now i feed the birds.
day after day.
only they can hear me pray for
a lighter heart. a lighter load
to be moving. moving. moving
my way home

. . .


I used to say just follow your heart
But my heart always led me in circles
and i used to say just follow your dreams
but my dreams always led me to murder

so now i don't say nothing at all
i just bow my head to the battle
a thousand miles above our heads
they are weaving
giant currents around the sun
if you're brave enough you'll just let it happen
if youre brave enough you'll just succumb

Dont say no to it
You cant say no to it

just throw yourself in
just give yourself in
to the pattern

a thousand miles above our heads
they are bleeding
mighty currents uopn the day
if youre brave enough you'll just let it happen
if youre brave enough you'll give yourself away

Dont say no to it!
You cant say no to it!

. . .


I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed
you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs
Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said
"I'm gonna be your right of passage, so boy you better spread, spread em"

You said.."run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from the childcatchers hands"

I wrote your name in my shit across the town to warn the kids of your bloodshed
when i chased you with a burning cross, my mother she wanted you dead

she said "run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from our law given hand"

you said
"well i've got no time for victims and i don't think it was all that bad
and if you can't run to save yourself well then you deserve to be had
this is the age of constipation, this is the age of martyrdom
I think you even enjoyed it, I think I even saw you come"

. . .


Since i met you. this house has started to decay
and every wall that once was clean. has turned a shade of grey.

so much to rescue. so much you just cant understand
now the streets are dark and empty. and the problems in our hands.

i cant leave you. see back home my house is falling down.
i cant leave you. and back home my house is falling down

since i met you. my basement has started to bleed
the floors are all collapsing. still im begging to be free

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Sundark on darker streets. its violent times for weary feet.
carjackers and bullet showers. a yellow sign. too many fools in power
but see. i will be gone by morning. my dear friend i lost a fight
forget me. i wash my hands in your grey slowing night.

coming down from darkened heights. i taste the thames with my cycle lights
by saint paul's by big ben. by god's name, i repent.
but see. i will be gone by morning my dear london goodnight
forget me, i wash myself in your grey river light

. . .


It was seven in the morning when the spark
began to give. the bath was spilling over, my
self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country
to start it all again and found myself in paris in
the cemetery rain.

dear anne came to me and took me by the arm
showed me old disasters embedded in the palm
warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head.
with a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing
again. but you, my love:

you must come, come to joy, turn your head to the sun
its down to you, you can shine, you can shake all the
sorrow from your palm.. its down to you if you dare
to come to joy.

what was it i ran from, what burnt away inside?
four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
always running with these legs going nowhere
a ghost in the system, and angel on the stairs...
but oh! this time....

i shall turn, turn my head to the sun..
they are marching out of me.. one by one
walking free. oh! theyre going out of....
oh! i can feel it moving, this time i'm really moving.
are you ready to come, come to joy well its really down to
you if you dare to enjoy... its down to you... hold the key
in your hands.. it's all in the palm of your hands

. . .


I was stumbling into battle
i was walking into walls
'till i walked myself to peter
and i let my shadows fall.

he's a boy who never ages.
rides a goat around the lake
he's a friend who never falters
to change my circling fate.

he said dance across the battle
but punch straight through that wall
though your knuckles may be bleeding
they'll be healed before the fall.

after war comes peace
after peace comes war
but remember
if it weren't for fighting.
we'ld be fighting for ever more

. . .


I was once a boy.
till i cut my penis off
and i grew a hairy skull
of stubborn fire

then i was a girl.
till i sewed my hole up
and i grew a hairy heart
of dark desire
but
there's no answer. just surrneder
send all your barriers into the fire

and
let no foot. mark your ground
let no hand hold you down.
you were once so sad
till you cut your suffer off

now you please yourself
and fight your own wars
and you were once so weak
till you sewed your wounds up

now youve learnt to sing
about sun and shine!

be you own hero
be your own saviour
send all your suffering
into the fire

. . .


A boy like me is told he is both nine and ninety and
A boy like me should shut those books join the army
but a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace
i want total chaos and a holiday home in the east
A boy like me should know much better
than to raise his flag in stormy weather
but i just cant get enough electric shocks
i want to buy a lighthouse and
ride a giraffe on the rocks hey
i dont give up
i want two dogs two cats a big kitchen and a welcome mat
i want all this and all shall have
i dont give up
A boy like me dont ever
give up his dream
no

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Epilogue

[No lyrics]

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