2025

The metallic taste of penitence.

Artwork by Nat Cain

Written, performed and produced by Francis Wolfe

Lyrics

Through the yawning black I see your injured hand. 
My repose and grace: mandalas in the sand. 
So cut me a deal, I’ll never conceal the pain that I feel. 
Possess me I’m waiting, I’ll writhe in elation. and do it with a smile, I’ll make it worth your while

Tie me down, don’t hold back
Make an incision with a scalpel, fill me ‘til my mouth’s full
I won’t fight back. I need the radiance of vision I’m begging you to please just 

Burn down my defences
Break in and derange my senses
Crush out my pretences 
Break in and derange my senses

Dagger on my back, carves out all my sin.
The rending of flesh and the restful embrace as I relinquish my fate. 
The blood is intended, not to contend with. 
The eminence of Christ commands a hefty price. 

Tie me down, don’t hold back
Make an incision with a scalpel, fill me ‘til my mouth’s full
I won’t fight back. I need the radiance of vision I’m begging you to please just 

Burn down my defences
Break in and derange my senses
Crush out my pretences 
Break in and derange my senses

Victim Soul (Demo)

Petal tender fingers over the glass armonica. They reach, yearning.

A live recording of Midas

Guitar and vocals by Francis Wolfe
Harp by Nat Cain

Lyrics

In my little room I can hear them speak
Speak in metal tones of the things they keep
So I can hang my jealous head in the shame of sleep
‘Cos I know very well, I am rich beyond belief

Because he’s there holding my hand
Calling me in sick when I can’t
So we can have the day to ourselves 
And I can finally say, before the evening fades away

Hold me close inside your sheltered arms
And warm my brittle bones so I can breath
Touch my hair with your gilded finger tips
Midas blessed our love, I insist
Kiss my lips with the tender touch of Christ
So my soul might weep at the blinding of your light
So my rapture weakened knees can rest tonight
And I know that I will always be alright

When I lie awake in the womb of night
I feel the brittle claws of a God in flight
Your voice, your precious voice heals the wounds they gave
And for that sunken day I can feel like I’m brave

Hold me close inside your sheltered arms
And warm my brittle bones so I can breath
Touch my hair with your gilded finger tips
Midas blessed our love, I insist
Kiss my lips with the tender touch of Christ
So my soul might weep at the blinding of your light
So my rapture weakened knees can rest tonight
And I know that I will always be alright

Beautiful- Demo

Ruby