Patrick Wolf Album

The motorway won't take a horse
The wanderer has found a course to follow
The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time
The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine

Oh no, not me.

The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed
The hitchiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside
The libertine is locked in jail
The pirate sunk and broke his sail

But I still have to go
I've got to go, so here i go
I'm going to run the risk of being free

The magicians secrets all revealed
And the preachers lies are all concealed
And all our heroes lack any conviction
They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction

So i've got to go
I've got to go, so here i go
I'm going to run the risk of being free

And in this drought of truth and invention
Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
So we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:
"Bow down, bow down, bow down to your god"
Then we hit the floor
And make ourselves and idol to bow before,

Well i can't
And i wont
Bow down
Anymore.

No more

Teignmouth
On the night train
From the city to the south
I saw spirits
Crawl across the river mouth
In skewed ascension
With no destination
Like this lone bachelor in me
This constant yearning
For great love and learning
For the wind to carry me free

So when the birds fly south
I'll Reach up and hold their tails
Pull up and out of here
And bridle the autumn gales
Down to the burning cliffs
To the unrelenting roll
To marry the untold blisses
And anchor this lost soul

From my window
I saw two birds lost at sea
I caught our reflection
In that silent tragedy
But with hope prevailing
I draw galleons sailing
In full sail billowing free

So when the birds fly south
We'll reach up and hold their tails
Pull up and out of here
And bridle the autumn gales
I give you my hand
The fingers unfold
To have and forever hold
To marry the untold blisses
And anchor this lost soul

Too many rocks
Not enough breeze
To sail on out
Of your shadowseas

Too many sails
Not enough breeze

Of your shadowseas

To sail on out
Of your shadowseas

Wind in the wires
It’s the sigh of wild electricity
I’m on the edge of a cliff
Surpassing
Comfort and security

But here comes a gale
A crippling anger
Sea birds are blown
Into the rocks
Grace is lost to thunder

Thunder
Pressure
Getting
Lower

But see her waters break
Rain falling to the sea
Into a granite wave

A unit
A family

It’s just a sigh
Just a sigh

This wild electricity
Made static by industry
Like a bird in an aviary
Singing to the sky
Just singing to be free

To be free

There's a house
By the rails that I know
In a valley
Of
It's own

With trains and bones
And birds in the yard
Where the wild
Nettles
Grow

Growing over the door
Growing up through the walls
Growing up
Growing over
A treasure to be told

So wave goodbye
To living alone
I think
We've found
Our home

Let’s paint these walls
And pull up the weeds
And cast
Our fevers
In stone

Growing out of the drugs
Growing up through the night
Growing up
Growing older
With treasure to be told

I see us growing old
I watch us growing old
Together, together
Together

Drawing a line
A ship in a harbour
Yes I will go
I’ll be going there soon

A blue map of Cornwall
Up on a bedroom wall
Drawing a line
I’ll be following soon

But how do I follow?
What road to be choosing?
Do I follow the star
Or the gypsy king?

I recall when I was younger
There was a fire
To travel the world
And shine with a passion
But as ambition shoots blank
Day by Day
On a train from Edinburgh
To the Kings Cross rain….

I see a small house
Built on the sea
I could live there alone
With a horse and a ukulele

But how do I get there?
What road to be choosing?
When the seasons so high
For losing

How do I follow
What road to be choosing?
Do I follow the star
Or the Gypsy King?

[No lyrics]

While I'm asleep
My spirit crawls out
Of my belly button
And goes down to the sea

To gather the wind
The wires and the shore
To wander the hills
Like a day gone before

When beauty was in season
Oh! Beauty in season!
Endangered by reason
Great love with no law

Today I woke
And my spirit was gone
Still on the shore
Where he truly belongs

So I call
For him
Across
The wind
And
Rain

To come and bring beauty
Back in season
Oh! Beauty in season!
I'm in danger of reason
Losing love to this law

To this....

The storm blows around
This harbour town
I listen to its wind as a choir
The shipping forecast
Is crackling
Like wet wood upon a fire

And time slows and slips away
The tourists come around in May
'Till August when the clouds roll in
The pier cracks, the awnings fade
The Ferris wheel spins slowly in the rain,
The day is gone.

Under this weather
Under this weather
Such shadows are blossoming
Out at sea

I am not going to set myself free here
I am following some dark fortune
Some circle in me

Hold back the wind
Hold back the rain
I want to live
To see good weather

Hold back the years
Hold back the hours
I want to live
To see the sun break through
These days

Under this weather
Under this weather
Such shadows are blossoming
In me

Jacob
The ladder
Is falling
Down

Heaven
Is out
Of reach
For us now

The golden gates
The closing clouds

Jacob
The ladder
Has fallen
Down

I am the tragedy
And the heroine
I am lost And I am rescuing

The storm is come
And I am following

My name is Tristan
And I am alive

Forever young
I come from God knows where
'Cos now I’m here
Without a hope or care

I am trouble
And I am troubled too

My name is Tristan
And I am alive

Sorrow by name
And sorrow by nature
Working for joy
On overtime

Stuck on a line
Of misadventure
I fear no crime

I am the victim
And the murderer
You speak of love
But I’ve never heard of her

I am fucked
And I am fucking too

My name is Tristan
And I am alive

So long
My friend
There must always
Be an end

But all our love
And life
And song
Carries on
I carry it on

Now the lightships
Are guiding you
Over the sea

And the lightships
Are sailing you
Away from me

Over the edge of the world
The edge of the world
Over the edge

But I carry you on
I carry you on
And I carry on

The work is done and the record pressed
Now you're doing battle
With the fickle press
You've got to strike the hammers
And pull the bow
And another fool
Is just another show
It's all the same
And you've seen it before

And don't it seem like too long a time
Since you were sweating in the streetlight?
Too many dreams, not enough schemes
And a bike with no gears to ride
With the wheels going too slow

So, you tell 'em:
"I'm leaving London for Lands End
With a green tent and a violin
I'm going to strike the hammers
And pull the bow
Just another day to forget this show
And come back to me"
Come back to me
Darling come back to me
Come back....

Now don't it seem like to long a time
Since you were sweating in the spotlight?
Too many jeers, not enough cheers
But when you sing you've got nothing to hide
Singing: "where does the time go?
And where did the time go?"

Oh Darling when will you ever learn?
The grass is always greener,
Its everywhere you turn
You'll see it:
Everything you're sure of is up for change
We're all stuck on this spinning stage
Spinning around and round
And round and round and round

(Hidden Track)

Its a wild stretch of land
Such a sad place to be
When the night comes heavy down
And the sands turn to sea

Many saints have lost their love
Many a pilgrim dies unseen
In that wild stretch of land
In that fire to be free