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Two sides of the coin, keep on flipping
Two sides of the brain, keep on stripping the wires
Connect to ground, kill the buzzing sounds
Two sides of the moon, which one controls the tide?
I’m flying high
On a swing ride
Like the wind and the rain, I want to keep moving
But my wings are tied ...
Four leaf clover, keep believin’
Four to the floor, keep on stealing the show
Descend to ground, pour me another round
Four seasons a day, I’ve got hell to pay
I’m flying high
On a swing ride
Like the sun and the moon, I want to keep moving
But my wings are tied ...
I’m flying high
On a swing ride
Like a cowboy at dawn, I want to keep whipping
But my hands are tied …
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When you feed your dragon, throw her a bone
Poison the marrow, let her swallow it whole
You might frame her, you cannot tame her
If you shame her, she will ravage and roam
When you feed your dragon
Do it a long way from home
A long way from home
C’mon and feed …
Feed your dragon
Pay attention to legends of old
From a time when her kingdom was lavished in gold
You might charm her with tales so bold
But she will never ever, never ever kneel when told
When you feed your dragon
Do it a long way from home
A long way from home
C’mon and feed …
Feed your dragon
(Please proceed with caution when you meddle in the affairs of dragons!)
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3. |
Raise the Dead
02:50
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Got a snake in my bed
Her poison is yonder
Got a tripwire in my head
Can you hear the thunder ...
... roaring through the canyons of despair
I have come to raise the dead
They understand me
I have come to fuel my dread
C’mon and decompose me
Got a jackhammer in my soul
Destruction is certain
Got a voodoo hoodoo queen
And she sees my spirit ...
... beat, burned and broken beyond repair
I have come to raise the dead
They understand me
I have come to fuel my dread
C’mon and decompose me
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4. |
Race to the Bottom
04:36
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Fat cats in a ballroom
Dancing to the beat of your doom
It’s so disgustingly rotten
This race to the bottom
When your eyes adjust to the dark
You’re already surrounded by sharks
It’s so disgustingly rotten
This race …
Fat rats in a dark room
Feasting on your scars and your wounds
It’s so disgustingly rotten
This race to the bottom
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5. |
Gesell Kid
04:04
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There’s a soul and it’s cold and no one cares to heat it up
There’s a smoldering fire and no one dares to light it up
There’s a hibernating devil and no one dares to wake him up
There’s a world full of crap and no one cares to clean it up
C’mon, clean it up …
I’ve got a feeling
We might be the last of our kind
I’ve got a feeling
The fire is dead and gone
On the horizon
A storm is brewing fast
And I’m hoping
For one last Gesell kid in town
There’s a roar in the night but no one dares to let it out
There’s a call of the wild but no one dares to scream it out
There’s a heart filled with stone, but no one cares to rip it out
There’s a spark in the sky but no one dares to burn their wings
C’mon, burn your wings …
I’ve got a feeling
We might be the last of our kind
I’ve got a feeling
The fire is dead and gone
On the horizon
A storm is brewing fast
And I’m hoping
For one last Gesell kid in town
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6. |
Taste My Brew
03:58
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Come inside, have a seat
Let me have a look at the shape you're in
That cut looks deep, let me heal that bruise
Take a little sip of my devil juice
Brother, let's have another
Let's go to Cannery Row
And put on a show
Sister, pop that blister
Forget that bugaboo
And taste my brew
Taste my brew …
We'll patch you up, then sting you good
We'll have a little riot in the neighborhood
Let your demons’ slide, you’ve got nothing to lose
Join me for a cup of sweet devil juice
Brother, let's have another
Let's go to Cannery Row
And put on a show
Sister, pop that blister
Forget the bugaboo
And taste my brew
Taste my brew …
You wrote a thousand songs, but you didn't really make it
You had it all worked out, and now you can’t shake it
You didn't really push it, but you never pulled the brakes
You did one too much, and now it’s too late
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7. |
Catching Thunder
03:03
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Across the oceans and a great divide
Into the lands where worlds collide
40 wanted men in a floating casket of steel
A ghost ship lurking outside the realms of men
We are ready
We’re coming after you
Way over yonder
Catching Thunder
A hunter approaches, Jolly Roger flying from the rear
A call from the Crow’s nest, the enemy is near
40 wanted men at world’s end
Must now pay for the greed that devours men
We are ready
We’re coming after you
Way over yonder
Catching Thunder
(Dedicated to the brave men and women of Sea Shepherd who fight to save our oceans. Wolfnaut salutes you!)
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8. |
Wolfnaut
08:16
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I feel like a spaceship lost at sea
Dreams drowned in a drinking spree
Wolfnaut parachuting next to me
The poor fuck deployed outside the atmosphere
Please someone feel sorry for me
I’ll pay good money for the sympathy
Wolfnaut stung by a honey bee
Floating on his way through the galaxy
Hey Wolfnaut, what’s that in your head,
a six-inch nail and your still not dead?
Hey Wolfnaut, does your mama know,
that you’re floating out here without your space suit on?
Hey Wolfnaut, what’s that in your mind,
searching for something you will never find?
Hey Wolfnaut, did you sell your soul,
the day you fell on rock’n roll?
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Wolfnaut Norway
Forged in the sounds of early hard rock and metal, and the desert rock scene that exploded in the mid-1990s, WOLFNAUT (formerly known as Wolfgang) has made it a quest to investigate the musical landscapes between hooky twin-guitar based songs, and sludgy and doomy stoner rock. Hailing from the deep forests of Elverum, Norway, Wolfnaut has played to headbanging audiences from Trondheim to Duisburg. ... more
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