1. |
Wolf
04:54
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I woke up beside a wolf, I never let him in
I never let him in
Let's record the conversation
The swallows are leaving now
Wish they could take me with them somehow
When I woke beside the wolf he never let me speak
He never let me speak
He just chose his destination
The swallows have flown away
Hope they can take me with them someday
I was cutting flowers
To make the place a home
I offered him some flowers
But he didn't want to know
He has no use for this trousseau
He's just a wolf who tried to kill me years ago
I woke up beside a wolf, I never let him in
I never let him in
Stop hunting me
Stop hurting me
Physic heal thyself
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2. |
Sheep's Clothing
08:20
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The wolf has moved on
I woke up and he was gone
I heard he found a washerwoman in a fishing town
And she has a great big barrel
For washing out his sheep's apparel
I must find a pen and page and put this burden down
And to beg the question
Who would have thought I'd miss a wolf
Like waking up in Stockholm and thinking I'm in love
The wolf has moved on
The wind is picking up again
It's picking up again
Wild blows the wind from this hillside
Wild blows the wind
It's blowing down to the town
Where the fish are brought in
Finding the wolf
One push to the chest and his back to the barrel
Thrust under the chin and he's in
No chance to clamber out
Black water up his snout
The wolf has moved on
I woke up and he was gone
This is the sound of the Wicc
And the people of the town came down and bore the corpse away
In a grave procession to the market square
And there they tore asunder
The victualler took the entrails
And fed them to the dogs
And the tailor tacked the tail upon the town wall
The mayor felt the pelt should be preserved for ceremony
And the fishermen rowed out
Hung his head from a gibbet on a rock out at sea
With the skulls of the boneyard wreckers
What of the bones?
She took the bones
She took the bones
She took the bones and ground them down
Oh oh the Wicc is awake
Wild blows the wind
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3. |
A Strange Rejoicing
03:25
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Here come the wind up from the cliff that is tumbling into the sea
An accidental hit or a mute policy?
And it killed him, it killed him, it killed him
Him
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4. |
Powder
04:41
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The people euphoric made a pyre of the bones
They danced in a ring till the flames turned to cinders
The revelry stopped, the people went home
And she crept from the hollow in the wall where she'd hidden
And gathered the ash, the chalk and the carbon
In a vessel held under her cloak
And the smoke rose from the bowl and curled round her fingers
She grimaced and choked all the way to the door of her home
And she ground him into powder
Oh widow of nature she crushed in a mortar
A wolf incantation to summon her daughters the weather
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
And the wraith rose up from the white ash bone
And the wind did howl, and the wind did moan
And she ground him into powder
Oh what is this spirit I'm swallowing whole?
I feel it in my sinews, it dowses my bones
It's making me strange
I'm changing
It's making me strange
I'm changing
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5. |
The Wind
06:15
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The wind might be your friend or foe
Depending on the arrows in its quiver
Let it blow some poison your way
And the wind is picking up its bow
(Let it blow some)
Arrows tipped with toxin, oh
Let it blow some poison your way
And the wind begins to huff and blow
(Think you know the wind?)
Oh it will deliver
Pricking its venom into your veins
(Injecting something new)
Your sanity is marked
And the wind can be your friend or foe
(Thinking you're in for the same)
Depending on the arrows (old weather) in its quiver
You may think you know the ind
The way that it will blow
But you don't know
(You don't know what I know)
No you don't know
May it blow some poison your way
(Blow wind blow)
The delivery is made
And the wind can be your friend or foe
Depending on the arrows in its quiver
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6. |
Appetite
04:35
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What I feel more than anything is a change of appetite
Subtle changes in the pigmentation of my skin
And I'm told at times I'm more inclined to fly off the handle
Which handle?
Perhaps my cooking pot or sweeping broom
And when the moon is full
I find hair developing where it never grew before
And at times there's a quickening from this change of appetite
Thickening the hips and haws, the oohs and aws of blood
That runs a redder shade
A grade of biothermal energy is palpate in me
And the heat will bring the howl
And the bugger of the growl
When the moon is full
I wake up with the traces of journeys to places
I don't recall making
Hmm
When the moon is full
Something makes me wriggle in the bed
Something makes me funny in the head
Animorphosa, amnesiac
Crypto-zoo
Canis lupis
Whooo
Who is she?
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7. |
Big Bad
05:42
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Who's afraid of the big bad?
Boo
Who's afraid of the big bad (entre chien et loup)?
Who's afraid of the big bad - who?
There is talking in the village
In the warehouse, the bathhouse and whorehouse
And by the home fires
Cause they don't know what she is and what they are becoming
There's a change that settles on the town
When Helios is setting down his carriage
Entre temps
Who's afraid of the big bad (entre chien et loup)?
Who's afraid of the big bad?
Boo
There is rancour in the village
People begging for alms at the poorhouse
And by the graveyard
And they think of those who have accrued
More than anyone can use
Imagining the piggy snouts and wind to blow their houses down
With huff and puff
Oui enfant
Who's afraid of the big bad (entre chien et loup)?
Who's afraid of the big bad - who?
Winds carry alarm
Things wishing us harm
There are beggars at the gates and monsters in the mansions
There's a woman on the hill
And with her we take no chances
Cause she seems to have no need of anything
Who's afraid of the big bad?
Entre chien et loup
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8. |
Pyre
02:49
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The folk proceeded one by one
To bring the grisly skeleton
Down to the water's edge
Down to the water
She followed like a shadow on the flock
Till she slid into a nook
Along the harbour wall
They never noticed her
They never noticed her at all
They built the pyre
They built it up higher
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9. |
Stockholm Syndrome
01:12
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10. |
In the Fold
04:04
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You'll find me in the fold
Escaping their attention
As summer lights on skin
We wander in between the trees
And a lonely spit of land
Witches finger of sand at the Raven
It's better in the fold
It's why I'm in the fold
They'll sense me in the fold
But be too scared to mention
Witnessing the plastic debris cast into the sea and away
To its forever home
A convergence zone in the Doldrums
It's why I'm in the fold
It's better in the fold
Till the rise in the mercury
Brings me down to a glittering sea
With a necklace of clams
To dance on the sand
Before a swelling tide
With nothing moving inside
Suddenly summer
Suddenly summer comes (to the fold)
It's better in the fold
Suddenly summer
Suddenly summer comes
It's why I'm in the fold
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11. |
Bone Ash
01:02
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Carol Keogh Ireland
THE WICC album one - WOLF will be released on 22nd March 2022.
Carol Keogh, has written and sung with
a number of bands including The Plague Monkeys, The Tycho Brahe, The Natural History Museum (with Dunk Murphy) and Autamata.
Keogh's first solo release (backed by The City Fathers), "Mongrel City", was released in 2014.
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