So I’ve rewritten this song so many times. And I’ve failed miserably all the way through trying to write it. I’ve lived inside it for so long now I can’t tell if it’s just the song no longer impresses me or if it’s genuinely just bad. I’m a huge Bill Callahan fan mostly, but I also listen to Bonnie Prince Billy, Molina, Bob Dylan, all that kind of stuff. But my writing is mostly inspired by Callahan which is probably an insult to him, but just so you know what I’m going for. Anyway here’s the lyrics, don’t hold back I promise you can’t be harder on me than myself. Just tell me honestly what you think so I can make improvements. Funnily enough my wife loves it, but I don’t really trust her tastes in writing.
Lyrics:
There’s grey wolves circling in the field
The forest does not interfere
And Through the flickering gaps
Are lambs huddled in a center mass
I’m standing at the forest edge
Burning down a cigarette
The wolves lunge on the center
Blood hits the grass
The red oak trees stand to the side
Just stay still, let it pass
A short bleat comes from the pile
Swallowed in smoke, I watch them fall
I don’t move at all
Nothing steps in
Not even the wind
Not the trees
Not me
The wolves stand over flesh and bone
They turn their backs then they’re gone
A body lifts its head and looks at me
My cigarette is burned down
I snuff it on the ground and leave
Nothing steps in
Not even the wind
Not the trees
Not me
Nothing steps in
Not even the wind
Not the trees
Not me