The Wolf and The Fox

by Warren of Ohms

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This record chronicles my hopes, fears and failures as they all compete for attention.
Check out each individual track for trivia/information on said song.

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released 11 November 2014

All songs written, performed, recorded and mixed by Sammy Gurule unless otherwise noted.

Artwork by Theresa Hentz.

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Track Name: God's Lonely Man
I have died one thousand times,
and I will die one thousand more.
The birds have feasted on my remains,
and the flowers have blossomed too.

My memories slip through my fingertips,
like sand in the hourglass.
I've left too many lives behind,
I have died one thousand times.
Track Name: Endeavor to Persevere
How can I live in the present
if I'm always trapped in the past?
I'm chasing echos and living lives
on change long spent.
The way your eyes taunt me
in old photographs still stuck on the wall,
How can I live?
Can I live?

I'm so tired of this existence.
If given the chance to leave,
I would gladly cease to be.
If meaning historical and suicide philosophical,
then paint me as the forgotten philosopher.

The things we have said cannot be given back.
"I just want something different, I'm sorry."

I'm lighting a match underneath our old photographs.
Just let it go, let things be.
Falling or not, you'd be falling with me.
You'd be falling with me.
Track Name: Mad Prophet of the Airwaves
I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damnit! My life has VALUE!

When you fall from the bottom,
I guess the height doesn't seem that bad.
It's only when you've noticed your ankles are broken
that you've realized you never quite landed.
I'd trade my existence for one moment in time
just to be the dead skin on another person's hands.

We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, God damnit! My life has VALUE!'

I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!
I won't take this anymore!

I've lost my way.
Have I defected?

My indifference and insensitivity have led only to suffering
Is all of life reduced to the common rubble of banality?