Artie Shoot - Weird Weary Werewolf

Ich habe ein Lied über merkwürdige Werwolfe geschrieben. Es handelt davon, dass man beim Essen ordentlich Kauen sollte. Wenn das Essen alle ist, darf man nicht verzweifeln. Irgendwann kommt Nachschub. Man darf niemals die Hoffnung aufgeben. Das ganze könnte auch ne Metapher sein. Kann man aber nicht so genau sagen.

Hört sich an nach nach Singer-Songwriter-Geheule mit einem bisschen Lo-Fi-Indie-Geschrabbel.

~~~ WEIRD WEARY WEREWOLF ~~~

There was quite a lot to chew on
For about a year or two
Why do I spoil everything
I sink my rotten teeth into?
I do not learn
I never will
I guess I was born to kill


After months of hibernation
I got rid of most of the weight,
Attuned myself to all my human
And my lycanthropic traits
The plates are empty,
The belly tolls
And I go out for a prowl


Now I howl at the moon
I bark up the trees
With maddening persistency
My neighbour´s out of luck
Telling me to shut the fuck up
But I won´t
Cause I can´t leave it alone
Until somebody is throwing me a bone


I can shrug off a silver bullet
And pull it right out of my chest
You can come at me with a sword
It only tickles me at best
But just a slight amount of friendliness
And I crumble to dust
I am a weird, weary werewolf
Undecidedly lusting for blood


And I howl at the moon
I bark up the trees
With maddening persistency
My neighbour´s out of luck
Telling me to shut the fuck up
But I won´t (But I wo-o-on´t)
Cause I can´t leave it alone (But I wo-o-on´t)
Until somebody is throwing me a bone (But I wo-o-on´t)