The Wolfskin Traders

by Graham Patzner

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Part 3 of the Graham Patzner Trilogy.

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released January 1, 2010

Violin, Piano, Guitar, Vocals, Trumpet, Arrangements, Production, Recording by Graham Patzner.

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Track Name: The Swarm
Speak your romance on the tip of your tonuge,
see the dream weave on out to the spider's old web.
See? You've been here before,
from that shivering cold
and you kick in the dark. Kick in the dark.

Sweet love, it's to try a new epilogue
to dry out our words spun
like a dress spinning out of control.
I know, love, it's real.
This time it's real.

Laugh away the swarm of empty words.
Track Name: POISOM
I went ahead.
shook the words from my bed.
I stood on I.
Said "the hour is nigh"
"Shall I spend the whole night with you?
Can you drain out da poisom I made fo her?"

This Bottle's old.
I drunk out it's breath.
Spit on the dead
motions making me red.

"Shall I spend the whole night with you?
Can you drain out da poisom I made fo her?"

The vespers start at dark
outside the corporate lawn.
little kid broke his arm
to show that you cut his dhar-
ma I know i did you wrong
this train of blue so long
woke up the raging Kong-
CUt OuT HiS SOnG
Cut out his song.

"Shall I spend the whole night with you?
Can you drain out da poisom I made fo her?"
Track Name: Southern Wind
River of silence,
you can be my only friend. Tears on my shoe laces, dressed in black
again.

My breath in the morning hurts like the orphan
waiting for daddy to come home.
This love is a seedling we dropped in the ocean,
never to sprout again.

As I stare at the lonely southern wind.
Cause I know she won't ever come a flappin'
at my window.

O! this old feeling rubs off on the new born sun
vanity lingers, a lizard fryin' on a stone.

I know that the moonlight fills up the evenin' with an old sense of pride.
As I lay a dreamin' stuck in spiral that takes me to an empty lake.


So I stare at the lonely southern wind.
Cause I know she won't ever come a flappin'
at my window.
Track Name: Good God
I be safe wearing this silly cape:
Drags at my heel, buckled down to the wheel.
You've always been right.

I won't feel darkness, ask me why.
I somehow smile
and float up
in
Hot air
Sinking over the mountain blue.
God I know I failed you.
Track Name: Dancing Wolf
That Dancing Wolf, he never stops,
When the music dies,
he beats the ground
with his toes
and I know that he's the one,
dancing in the sun
so I take that little gun
and shoot it to the sky
find out why, why?

I go from town to town at last
move around the sheep and scare the herds
pushing facts

And I know there's somewhere else I can waste my time
but I grind down in my mind
How to reach a star,
Why?
I
I
I don't need this loss
anymore.

I
I
I
I don't need to feel the shame
over you.

I better fire on someone else.
Better feel that way to walk
Gotta fire on someone else
Gotta feel that way to walk
Gotta fire on someone else
Gotta feel that way to walk
without a savior.
Track Name: Quiet Revolution
I glide into a tunnel
that pulls me towards our mother.
She holds up her fingers
and frames my slouching figure
curtsying, saying, "You'll always need this."

My loss is a photo
set to burn to a choir.
Voices peel away the layers
That keep stacking up
like cockroaches in a rusty drain

I'm leaving home for some rebel cry that bleeds quiet in the deep night.

And when I go my lover sings for a new day
and a Quiet Revolution.