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'Til the Thaw Comes

from EP! by Rachel Wolf

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She's sour-eyed at down and newspaper gray,
Recedes a bit every day,
Where you can't say.

You can't live alone with a flinty old stone, no spark in her bones.
She's caught in the clay
Of shortening days.

And you know that you love her, but every kind word you say,
It just ricochets
Off her steely gaze.

All soft things freeze in the winter's maw.
Can't hide your tracks when they're carved in snow.
Press all her parts 'til her heartbeat hums
And wait 'til the thaw comes.

Hunched like a vine 'round her handlebars, she rides
On beneath murmuring skies
Sleet in her eyes.

She is meaner in this bullying wind with tires that spin
Like throwing stars
Through the wheezy old cars.

And that chain keeps on whirring, that rattler it bears her away
'Til her silhouette fades
Lost in the haze.

All soft things freeze in the winter's maw.
Can't hide your tracks when they're carved in snow.
Press all her parts 'til her heartbeat hums
And wait 'til the thaw comes.

Well she's got everything she could want, but she's lonely.
You can't wrap your head 'round the hurt she's invoking.
And you just wanna take her pretty face
And shove it in the splendor of this place
But you're not the kind of man who acts that way.

Well she's got everything she could want, but she's moping.
You can't wrap your head 'round the hurt she's invoking.
And you just wanna take her pretty face
And shove it in the splendor of this place
But you're not the kind of man who falls from grace.

'Til the thaw comes.

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from EP!, track released February 28, 2012

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Rachel Wolf New York

Hello, and welcome to my lair. The story of my life is long and confusing, much like my digestive tract, and my animal-name. I won't bore you with the details, suffice it to say that I am a prowling, howling, Brooklyn beast. The full moon makes me want to sing with reckless abandon and eat arepas. This wolf is looking for shows and new friends. Howl at the desolate sky if you can provide either! ... more

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