Marika Hackman — Animal Fear
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I've been weeping silent like a wound
Won't you stitch me up, or let the blood soak through?
Watching my world turn from white to maroon
Ignore my clothes, look into my eyes
And convince us both that I'll last through the night
I could land on my feet if I tried
I never jumped a chasm so wide
And made it to the opposite side
Even now as we are standing here
I can see the doubt in your eyes
I can smell the animal fear
(I can smell the animal fear)
Feel my body trembling: fur and teeth
I won't bite, oh did I speak too soon?
Treacherous night that admires the moon
And she calls my name, and I howl her tune
With the hunter slain by the clair of the moon
I was braced with my face to the skies
But I was not a heavenly child
A savage with a temperament wild
Even here as we are standing now
I can see the fear in your eyes
I can taste the sweat I your brow
I can smell the animal fear
(I can smell the animal fear)
Won't you stitch me up, or let the blood soak through?
Watching my world turn from white to maroon
Ignore my clothes, look into my eyes
And convince us both that I'll last through the night
I could land on my feet if I tried
I never jumped a chasm so wide
And made it to the opposite side
Even now as we are standing here
I can see the doubt in your eyes
I can smell the animal fear
(I can smell the animal fear)
Feel my body trembling: fur and teeth
I won't bite, oh did I speak too soon?
Treacherous night that admires the moon
And she calls my name, and I howl her tune
With the hunter slain by the clair of the moon
I was braced with my face to the skies
But I was not a heavenly child
A savage with a temperament wild
Even here as we are standing now
I can see the fear in your eyes
I can taste the sweat I your brow
I can smell the animal fear
(I can smell the animal fear)
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This song popped in my mind again after many years. I kind of miss it as it reminds me of the old years of Radio Paradise. Not played anymore.
I guess no one makes it into these dead end comments?
This is KILLING my ears ... that tinney symbol noise. Arggghh
Josephhartgreen wrote:
FluorideFreeMN wrote:
My thought exactly.
That was kind of weird...especially the gun shots at the end.
My thought exactly.
On_The_Beach wrote:
On the other hand…
Hopefully she sells a few CDs so she can buy some sheets.
On the other hand…
That was kind of weird...especially the gun shots at the end.
wow..... Summer 92 her family had a cottage on the northern neck of Virginia off the Potomac. Forgot my Cd's except this one in the car deck...... Lazy drinks off the river. Forever memories.
Hopefully she sells a few CDs so she can buy some sheets.
Self taught musician = cool!