Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Wolf like me

Nothing to do with advertising, this. Just a cracking song.

I've become a bit obsessed by it since hearing it on the new Absinthe Films snowboarding dvd, Optimistic.

As is the case with most live versions, it's pretty hard to make out the lyrics. So I've printed them below.

Just a sample reads:

Got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

Brilliant.

There's not much wrong with this song. Incredible vocals, fearsome drumming, rocking, dirty guitar and one of the band is sporting what must be one of the best beards in Brooklyn.

The chick singing along is Katrina Ford of Celebration.

If you dig it, hunt down the studio version. You won't regret it.



Wolf like me - TV on the radio

Say say my playmate
wont you lay hands on me
mirror my malady
transfer my tragedy

Got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

My mind's aflame

We could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldnt get too far
before the transformation takes
and bloodlust tanks and
crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

My mind has changed
my bodys frame but god i like it
my hearts aflame
my bodys strained but god i like it

Charge me your day rate
ill turn you out in kind
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your
mongrel mind
baby doll i recognize
you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind it's
you you you you

I know its strange another way to get to know you
you'll never know unless we go so let me show you
i know its strange another way to get to know you
we've got till noon here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you now

Dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave onto yours

Feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it
bleed onto yours

Feeding on fever
down all fours
show you what all that
howl is for

Hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it's hot here hot here hot here hot here

Got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunshine shifts
there's a cure comes with a kiss
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good
writhing under your riding hood
tell your gra'ma and your mama too
it's true
we're howling forever

What do you think?

2 comments:

George Nimeh said...

Hi Hayes,

Totally agree. This track is the bomb! Must be the pick of the winter flicks this year, as I first heard it in MSP's new ski movie Seven Sunny Days. Had it on replay for days and days.

By the way, your comment on Scamp's "Playing To Lose" post is fantastic. WTF are they thinking? IMHO, you ask for the bad ones and do them better than anyone ever has before.

Even for the non-snowboarders, that's gotta be a ticket to ride. ;-)

You're in London, right? See ya round ...

~G~

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Nigel said...

I've not heard them before, but I really like this track. Who are Celebration, should I be checking them out also?