Priest loses a dog, which might have been a wolf. Which might have been a woman. Goes a bit mad.
Little bit of condensed thinking on the relationship between sin, identity and politics.
lyrics
Do you yield to her body?
When your tongue run bloody,
Does she yield to your mind?
Is it combat at all?
Do you smile when she falls,
Are you two of a kind?
Does your love run smooth?
Do her touches soothe?
Are you sisters in arms, could you know?
White wolf, black doe,
How does your love grow?
You knew all the saints' graces,
Running from their stained-glass faces,
Breaking every chain;
There was blood on my hands,
I'd been blasted and cleansed, won't pretend
That I hadn't been caned;
In the woods, in the hollows,
Searching for a torn-up collar-
Yours or mine? God only knows.
White wolf, black does,
How does your love grow?
M8: We've inherited a mess!
When I kneel down to confess,
I sometimes have to wonder what it's worth;
How to begin with this?
My sins are limitless,
Starting and ending with birth.
In the shadow of the steeple,
Angelic to the point of lethal,
Eyes like coal,
Leaning on the stones that stand,
Fragility written in a lover's hand,
Slight as a foal;
Smirking in the cemetery, she's
Spitting on the organs of increase;
Run to her now, run to her, yes, I know!
White wolf, black doe,
How does your love grow?
credits
from Electric Ladywood,
released September 25, 2020
Dominic Hyde: songwriter, vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, keyboard
Marley Starskey Butler: drum programming, engineering, mixing, outlandish studio magic involving tape reversal
Andy Gordon: mastering
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