This is the title track of Van Wolf's upcoming EP "Three Feet of Snow"

Three Feet Of Snow

Planetary Rotation
Pause time so we have time to heal
But stopping pain in motion
Just like holding on to spinning wheels
Gotta let it pass through ya
Hope you feel better in a year
Though something always comes.

Recorded at the Head Room Studio 4/9/2016. Music and Lyrics by Van Wolf. Produced by Luke Shefski

Little World

Where is the map that I'm thinking of?
Walking along til my feet turn blue
Here I go at it again meltin' these suckers like butter in a pan.
Where is the dream that I'm thinking of?
Has my whole life just come unglued?
Here I go talkin' again about the blood red sky and the bugs in my bed
Here I go talkin again about travelin in my car and moving cross the land.

Recorded at the Head Room Studio 4/9/2016. Music and Lyrics by Van Wolf. Produced by Luke Shefski

Fairmount Park

I tell Carrie that I love her
Then go on with my secrets
I'm one hellllacopter
I'm one slick demon

Produced and Recorded by Luke Shefski at Headroom Studios

Assortment Of Secrets

Please
Won't ya give me a second?
My pens not clicking and I just don't
Seem to be ready yet
Three drinks into my life
And I ain't even make a record yet
When you tuck me in at night
It's like I ain't even been here

Who was He?
He made a joke or two that could just cut
Right through you
A mirage
A twisted lover's smile
Portraying things that ain't quite so true

My
Heart's been racing
I've been feeling those
Slight palpitations
I've gotten in trouble and I've been rescued
In the time it takes my heart to skip a beat or two
Just like the closing up of all the 
Little old Tchotchke shops in town
As soon as the sun goes down

I'm older than my age
If I wasn't bald I would
Turn Grey

Music and lyrics by Van Wolf
Produced and Engineered by Luke Shefski
Cover photo created by Ted Michalowski

Who Was He?

Second-generation, Philly punk rocker, Evan Hoskins was raised on a strict diet of grammar and rock and roll. From an early age, Evan was taught the ways of the guitar, caressing that sweet instrument before his hands touched any women. At 13 however, tragedy struck. Evan disappeared in the night with the message, "Taken by wolves," scrawled in feces on his bedroom wall. For years, Evan was not seen nor heard, until 2013, when Van Wolf emerged from the wilderness with a new batch of songs and the wildness and ferocity of an untamed beast. Hear him howl. Hear him play.

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