The Wolves of Little Venice
Howling at a fractious moon...
And we were thinking it was time
For the new world to arrive
We were hoping it was come at last
We were hoping ’twas the hour for everything to change
Bright bright futures and an everlasting past
The rain was scintillating down down down
As we drowned our whores hors d'oeuvres
The umbrella boys were hawking wares
Up and down the rain-streaked stairs
Oh the wolves of Little Venice are howling
Teeth bared at a fractious moon
And the priests in the windows are breaking hosts
Throwing sacrilegious runes
At the unholy ghosts and their devil’s tunes
And oh, the Wolves of Little Venice are howling
Howling at the moon
Blood jaws dripping and drooling
To a Fifties doo-wop tune
The rain was pouring down
As we poured Americanos
Pinpointing the shape
Of a brand new day
And we were thinking it was time
For the new world to arrive
We were hoping it was come at last
We were hoping ’twas the hour for everything to change
Bright Futures and an everlasting past
Oh the Wolves of Little Venice are howling
Teeth bared is at a fractious moon
And the priests in the windows are breaking hosts
Throwing sacrilegious runes
At the unholy ghosts
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David Ireland
David Ireland is a writer, broadcaster, musician and artist.
David also works under the pseudonym Cas Greenfield and with the Electro band Kuhl
Follow David's work as Cas at www.casimirgreenfield.com
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