The Laughing Dove
music
written, produced and engineered by Patrick Wolf
Kantalyre, Pitch Pipe, Vocals and Upright Piano by Patrick Wolf
Mastered by Katie Tavini
words
Be still let the desert speak
The tropic of cancer from my beak
Here you come searching for enlightenment
Like some entitlement, refund or career
“No one is as cruel as I am to myself
Who’s to blame, and why?”
You scorn to yourself
As these sands shift and shelf
Staring at me with that plank in your eye
The weight of the world
Not yours to shoulder
No boulder to roll
SoNo hill to shoulder
Change is but a choice
Of grace or violence
No need to swim the lake of fire
To reach the firmament
The sword cuts both ways
Not for you gripping to that blade
Til martyr blue
Go tell that to him
Who will wrestle the wind
Just to have suffering as revenue
There is a snake with it’s tail
In it’s own mouth and without fail
It’s teeth sink into it’s own ending
The circle starts mending
Only as it breaks
The weight of the world
Not yours to shoulder
No boulder to roll
No hill to shoulder
Change is but a choice
Of grace or violence
No need to swim the lake of fire
To see the firmament
And Before the light prisms
Down in the yardang and dune
Your failures could be forgiven
Why can’t you allow them to
Oh, go…
There’s a storm of sand gathering
Out on the bedouin silence
If you still want vanishing
So spoke the laughing dove
From a branch in the harmattan dust
Yes, no one is as cruel as I am to I
I know why, but I’m too kind to say