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Your Biggest Fear Will Be The Rescue Of You

Due to a variety of reasons the blog is going on an indefinite hiatus. Right now i just don’t have the desire to continue it. I’ve really enjoyed using this page and posting as regularly as i could but it’s time for it to come to an end. Who knows it might be back one day or i might even hand it over to someone who can dedicate more time to it and has the willingness to put the effort into it. I just don’t feel like i do it justice it anymore. Either way this will be the last post for a while.

There’s something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you’re so worth the fight

My biggest fear will be the rescue of me
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah

Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting

Theres something about the way you move
I see your mouth in slow motion when you sing
More subtle than something someone contrives
Your movements echo that I have seen the real thing

Your biggest fear will be the rescue of you
Strange how it turns out that way, yeah

Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting
Could you show me dear… Something I’ve not seen?
Something infinitely interesting

S.I.T Wolf X

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Alone, Jealous And Stoned

I must have lived so long with covered eyes
When did you say goodbye?
I’m only just waking up
To all the joy that you’ve outgrown
Memories I can’t erase
Alone, jealous and stoned

Idle kids with idle hearts
Some of them went too far
Some still waiting there
Sitting at home, what am I doing?
Boy waitng by the phone
Alone, jealous and stoned

I waited for you
I always waited for you

Can’t have been too late
As I was still warm
Fighting off heavy eyes
Still thinking that you would call
Echoing words, voices, thoughts
Remembering what you forgot
I was just hanging out
Sitting at home, what am I doing?
A boy waitng by the phone
Alone, jealous and stoned

I waited for you
I always waited for you

MP3: The Secret Machines – Alone Jealous & Stoned
https://someonesinthewolf.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/03-the-secret-machines-alone-jealous-stoned.mp3

S.I.T Wolf X

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Someone Told Me Not To Cry

This song makes me think of Christmas for some reason. In an almost gloomy but uplifting way. I think it’s the music and the vocal harmonies and “oooaaahs” throughout. I could imagine it being sang as a Christmas carol by a massive childrens choir.

Something filled up
My heart with nothing
Someone told me not to cry

But now that I’m older
My heart’s colder
And I can see that it’s a lie

Children, wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust

If the children don’t grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We’re just a million little gods causing rainstorms
Turning every good thing to rust

I guess we’ll just have to adjust

With my lightning bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am going to be
When the reaper, he reaches and touches my hand

With my lightning bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am going
With my lightning bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am going

You better look out below

S.I.T Wolf X

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This Is When I Need You

This is nothing like it was in my room
In my best clothes
Trying to think of you
This is nothing like it was in my room
In my best clothes

The English are waiting
And I don’t know what to do
In my best clothes
This is when I need you

The English are waiting
And I don’t know what to do
In my best clothes

I’m the new blue blood, I’m the great white hope
I’m the new blue blood

I won’t fuck us over, I’m Mr. November
I’m Mr. November, I won’t fuck us over

I wish that I believed in fate
I wish I didn’t sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders

I’m the new blue blood, I’m the great white hope
I’m the new blue blood

I won’t fuck us over, I’m Mr. November
I’m Mr. November, I won’t fuck us over

I wish that I believed in fate
I wish I didn’t sleep so late
I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders

I’m the new blue blood, I’m the great white hope
I’m the new blue blood
I won’t fuck us over, I’m Mr. November
I’m Mr. November, I won’t fuck us over

MP3: Mr November

S.I.T Wolf  X

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Darkness Knows I Have A Weakness


Everything is just the same.
Wrench it out from her landscapes.
For all we know it’s just a game.
If love is blind, where’s your illness?
For all we know we’re all ashamed
And inside each is a weakness.
But darkness doesn’t know the game.
Darkness knows i have a weakness.

All of my friends, they catch me when i’m dumb.
And i keep acting so stupid, just sucking on my thumb.
But you keep playing, so i count it.
I won’t know if anything changes.
If you keep saying we’re useless, well we’ll just fulfill your game.

Everything is just the same.
Kill the lights and be silent.
For all we know it’s just a stain.
If love is blind where’s your harness?
For all we know love’s just a game.
If love is seen, where’s your illness?

All of my friends, they ignore me when i’m wrong.
And i don’t know why i can’t say why i just feel that way sometimes.
And if you know that you can say that “i have no problem being shunned”.
Most of the time we are wrong and we think we are the righteous ones.

Everything is just the same.

MP3: Everything Is The Same

S.I.T Wolf  X

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Will You Feel Alive?

And it takes me by surprise when the water’s moving.
And the neighbourhood’s alive.

When the roof starts caving in will you still be singing?

Can you wake me up when you hear a sound?
Will you calm me down when the world is out?

So, it takes to a magic soul like there’s music.
Life is music.

Even memories have a use before you lose them.
But they catch back up with you before you know it.

Can you wake me up? Will you hear a sound?
Will you kindly help when the world is out?
Are you mad enough?
Will you feel alive?
Are you mad enough to make it right?


S.I.T Wolf X

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