Patrick Wolf Blackdown
and i walked west sussex sunlight
up by dead mans pool
where ma, mudlarck and lewes
stared me down, you drunken fool
old teenage debts engulfed my chest
as i contemplate death
put a challenge to its glamour
and all its loss and glory
wet afternoon breath
was taken deep into my lungs
thinking of the man i must become
my story has just begun
and i will be returning to myself soon
for i've been alone for too many
of the great moments in my life
alone like so many
but at this moment in my life.....
father, father, any way i can help ye?
I am only just growing better to know thee....
thank you for all the things you've given to our family...
given with your heart to your wife and my sister and me...
now i look out west of battle where our ancestors lie in grave,
out to breed where the blacksmith put root to our family name...
I get proud of my birthright,
think of the things i must leave
when i leave behind the city
and the living
finally
(the temple of the winds blows, until the boy wakes from his six year slumber... alive, alone, we take the next step)
desire
desire
deep down inside of me
you are not the maker nor the master of me
help me to better support my family
to better better of a brother be....
desire
desire
deep down inside of me
you are not the wrecker nor the ruler of me
desire
desire
deep down in me
i've been alone for so many of these great moments in my life...
alone like so many
but at this moment of my life
desire, despair and death
i challenge thee...
all as i walked up on blackdown
