There Is A Wolf

A recent Style Magazine story on Coby Batty reminded me of a post that I have wanted to do for a while: (click here to hear the song) There is a wolf, she sees with golden eyes; She follows me, she knows my lonely mind; How many times she is singing in my dreams and […]

A recent Style Magazine story on Coby Batty reminded me of a post that I have wanted to do for a while:

(click here to hear the song)

There is a wolf, she sees with golden eyes;
She follows me, she knows my lonely mind;
How many times she is singing in my dreams and she knows all my songs;
And if I am right, she will sing along…

At Idlewood and Cherry late at night;
The moon is full, the Hill waits for the sun;
Ol’ Salome and haze settle along the yellow lines
Hollywood bones love to sing along…

(I still need to capture that full moon though)

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