1. |
The Deer
02:45
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Crinchy crunchy, minchy munchy,
crinchety crunchety minchety munchety:
this grass is pretty deliciouty,
minty fresh-ish with just a hint of radish.
And so help me my darling,
my sweet little fawnling,
don't run off so farly,
you scare the bejesus out of my heartly-
you know there are wolvsies in this forest.
I've told you a thousand times:
there are wolvsies who would love to eat you and me,
so stay by me,
so stay behind me,
so- oh god- hush!
Was that a footfall I heard?
-darling this is a lesson for you-
hear how the birds have stopped their singing?
That means we should start running
Or we'll be crinchy crunchy, minchy munchy,
crinchety crunchety minchety munchety:
nothing but bones and and teeth
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
nothing but bones and and teeth
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
Darling, gods, how I love you I love you I love you.
Darling, gods, how I love you I love you I love you.
Nothing but bones and and teeth
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing .
Nothing but bones and and teeth
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing.
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2. |
The Wolf
04:26
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Feel the wind on your teeth-
see the moon through the trees?
Back when I was your age
I thought I could carry it's light inside me,
thought I could see myself reflected by the light in it's eyes.
And my son, your swiftness will serve you well.
And my son, heed what I do tell you:
do not kill only to feel the blood pool in your teeth,
to feel it's heart stop it's beating;
kill only, my son, kill only to fill your belly.
Chorus:
Don't give yourself away.
The deer can hear us from a mile away-
so if you want to eat tonight;
baby boy, step light.
And remember that home is with the pack,
and remember that only fools attack alone.
And remember that heroes are remembered well
only for the warnings their stories tell;
don't be a hero, my son.
And chorus
Feel the wind on your teeth
and how the moon guides you through the trees?
Back when I was your age
I thought I could carry it's light inside me,
thought I could see myself reflected by the light in it's eyes:
Now I see myself in you.
Now I see myself in you.
Now I see why I am here when I look at you.
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3. |
The Rabbit
04:05
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And the caves so dark
and the moon so dim,
and the cold fills you up
till you start to grin,
till you start to grin,
till you start to, start to,
start to try to die.
And the burrow so small
and the forest so large
and the winter starting to,
starting to freeze the stars;
and you curl up with your chin to your feet
and you try to think of yourself as more than a piece of meat
but the cold fills you up
till you start to grin,
till you start to grin,
till you start to, start to,
start to try to run or cry
or sleep or die.
And the caves so dark
and the moon so dim,
and the cold fills you up
till you start to grin,
till you start to grin,
till you start to, start to,
start to try to die.
Start to run out of the caves
and try and find a wolf to love you,
to love you, to love you, to love you,
or just, or just or just,
to love you, to love you, or just,
and run out of the cave,
and run out of the cave,
and run out of the cave
and run away from the cold
that's just filling you up
till you start to grin-
and you know you're just smoke,
and you know you're just smoke-
till you start to grin,
till you start to, start to,
start to try to run or cry
or sleep or die
or sleep or die
or sleep or die
or sleep or sleep or die
or die or sleep or sleep or sleep
or just or just or just or just or sleep or just...
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4. |
The Hawk
02:47
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And it's a long glide
from this mountainside to the forest floor.
And it's nearly impossible to stop the slide
once you start feeling more
than you want to.
And I ride the winds
like you wish I would never do,
and I keen my song
when I see your little body running through the trees,
and running away from me.
And I don't mind
if you'd rather I would die.
And I don't mind a bit-
you'll be in bits-
I don't mind a bit, mind a bit,
well, I mind a little bit.
But it's just a little bit.
And it's a long drop
from this mountaintop to the forest floor.
And it's nearly impossible to stop
once you start feeling more
than you want to.
Once you start feeling more,
once you start feeling more,
once you start feeling more
than you want to.
It bothers me that you run from me,
and it bothers me, and it bothers me
once you start feeling more
than you want to.
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5. |
The Fox
03:04
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How this cold has wounded me:
It has taken two kits from me.
Guard the den as if I could stop death from approaching.
Hear the laugh of fatality encroaching,
Poaching on my happiness.
Wearing necklaces of baby teeth,
Covered in their tiny pelts.
Merciless.
Watch the moon like it threatened me.
Cut it to pieces with my animosity.
Shiver my way through the night;
my only kit kept close to my side.
Sleep as if about to be attacked.
Keep my ears pricked for the sound of danger.
The desperation of a mother
is something to be afraid of.
Guard the den as if I could stop death from approaching.
Hear the laugh of fatality encroaching,
Poaching on my happiness.
It's breath cold at my neck.
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