And the sky opened, purple flow in streams below
blind panic, to and fro

The masters sprinkled seeds to fall and wet the lands with rain
By lakes, they wandered, dazed in lazy haze

mountains grew by moments, hands laced with age
In bands they ran, futile in joy, careless in vanity

                       This is how, this is how, this is how, it began

In camps they laid traps for selfish vice and valor
At night they built fires reaching the stars in terror
The voices called them home, but to east and west they fled
The right was theirs to pleat their heirs with iron, cross and bone

Sands as white and spanning wide as far as the eye could see
were bled to glass, sharpened staffs, metal filled the mold
Knuckles cracked, whips lashed, the sea and waves crashed red
The masters surely split the sky and hailed dread on every head

                       This is how, this is how, this is how, it began….




Iron, cross and bone


Iron, Cross, And Bone

Gray Matter

CAN’T FAKE IT


Feelin like I’m at the top of the mountain
Earth, she give a shake, I’m tumbling down

Face is planted in the ground
My sad pleas, they make no sound

Some days you can’t fake it on your own

Gonna soak my sorrows in the water
whiskey, rye, and speyside on the town
Need that bottle to keep me warm
or them dark thoughts come on a swarm

Some days you can’t fake it on your own

—— On your own

solo

                     When you see me smile
                     n laugh out loud
                     it’s only a downpayment 
                     on that frown comin' ‘round

Gonna hop the last train to the bottom
At least that’s where my friends, they’ll all be found

Lookin up all cheers and smiles 
From the gutter, them stars so bright

Some days you can’t fake it on your own

No, some days you can’t fake it on your own

Can't Fake It

Took my trade out on the paces,
figured mornings were for them
could’ve stayed to watch the fires
but there was that glow upon the trail
so…. I followed it…

Your hands, they trembled when you spoke it
The note was signed, duly dated
I hear others, they were escorted
But I was left to stagger blind, kicked
….. but elated

solo

Fall, it filled that place inside you
Which none can see but only sense 
The wind was crisp, the chill unshaken
Seems the paces will outlast …. whatever traces ……


Paces

I Will Haunt You

He was a friend of a friend, she was a friend of another
and together they shook their hands
The party was groovin, he made his move
They ain't friends of that friend no more

Both into records
aspiring collectors
spend their Sundays at the record swap
Who's at the next rack? Pretend we're not here
We ain't friends with that friend no more

She borrowed his "Day At The Races" way back when
probably should give it back
Been so long since she's seen him, she might as well keep it
She isn't friends with that friend no more.

Left her with the drink tab way back when
Weasled out of the tip and now that barmaid has it in
Only ever calls when he's drunk or nostalgic
Never knows when to quit
Glad he introduced us but he's really bore
We ain't friends with that friend no more

A Friend Of A Friend

Better Than Me

From the album "The Futurist"

https://wolvez1.bandcamp.com/album/the-futurist-album

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Grescale

Title track from the album "The Futurist"

https://wolvez1.bandcamp.com/album/the-futurist-album

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