Do The Wolf Paw Waltz

by Ballroom Jacks

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released 31 March 2012

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Ballroom Jacks Queens, New York

Ballroom Jacks are an alternative rock and roll band which formed in Queens, New York in 2010. Composed of brothers Will Arland (Singer and Songwriter) and Ben Arland (Bassist), Conor McGlone (Drums) and Graham Stone (Guitar), the band is influenced by 1960's American girl groups, Phil Spector's Wall of Sound, and the aesthetic of new wave 80's music. ... more

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Track Name: Wolf Paw Waltz
You know that it’s cold
But you hope she understands
As she perses both her lips and spits into one of her hands
Does it feel like a dream?
To have her touch you once again?
After waiting patiently for almost two years now on end?

She says she loves you, well you know that could be bad
So much for being grateful for what you have

And your eyes are fixed on a little white bow
At the back of her head that’s in your lap below
You can’t call it forgiveness cause it’s based on a lie
But you can dance the wolf paw waltz in four-four time

My mind’s canine, I hope your heart remains intact
My mind’s canine, cause that’s the nature of the trap

You might be lying next to her but you’re a million miles away
Yeah cause in your mind is a mountain and on the top of you it you lay
And the flick of her exhausted wrist against the clicking of your belt
Leads you to believe and I’d agree you better off boy by yourself

And from the start well you should have know
How easily something sacred grows
And up the back of her heart, in the vein of a vine
Falling in love in four-four time

My mind’s canine, I hope your heart remains intacted
Gin, lime, quinine, that’s the nature of…

And if said I wanted you to be happy, a liar I would be
Cause if I wanted you to be happy I’d tell you to stay
The fuck away from me

(You’ve really got to stop waiting around for someone
To tell you the things you want to do are alright to do
The biggest waste of time I’ve seen is people worrying about other people
But not how they treat other people
But then again I’m kind of telling you what to do
But then again I still think it’s a good idea
Good enough that is)
Track Name: Harlem
Harlem, can you hear me now?
Trying to get a hold of you somehow
The lines are down
The steam is whistling
The sound of all this lets me know what I’m missing

You are now my mother in a neon gown
My last lone savior of the hospital grounds
All I know is no one worries
Everyone knows the smokestack shines for free

But is it too late to talk about other plans?
I really think your friends would understand
But they’ve already rented the room on the farm
Acting the play that they wrote in the car

Their clothes are all wrong
Their teeth go numb
When they go into town they stick our like sore thumbs
While theyre gone we remain true blue
Now everyone knows the smokestack shines for you

Harlem, I love your name
I’ll get it tattooed on my heart
As the search for authenticity comes screeching to a halt
You sound like ooh ooh ooh

The smokestack shines for you
Everyone knows the smokestack shines for you
Everyone knows the smokestack shines for you
For you

Don't worry baby
Track Name: How Hard It Is
Caught in the middle, now its quarter to five
In the morning two suns in the sky
Was it a dream?
Oh no, I think its real
But its funny how you think
It’s funny how you feel

When sugar and water make for coherent dreams
So now in the morning will I know what they mean?
Can I think about them when my day gets slow?
Oh, its been such a long while that I think its time you know

How hard it is when you are not around
How hard it is when you are not around
And do you ever stop to think or wonder how?
How hard it is when you are not around
How hard it is when you are not around
When you are not around

You don’t have to use violence
You don’t have to use force
To keep away the ones who were here you before
I know where I could find you if I really wanted to
But I’ll sit with a stranger though, its funny who you’ll chose

Now I don’t even like her or want to know her name
Fuck what you’re thinking, I know you do the same
I can’t tell you everything but here is one piece of truth
I might be with her, but I’m pretending it’s you

How hard it is when you are not around
How hard it is when you are not around
And do you ever stop to think or wonder how?
How hard it is when you are not around
How hard it is when you are not around
When you are not around

At night I find myself praying, to The American God of Sleep
That he might give you cameo, in my next up-coming dream
I won’t care if it’s fleeting, no I won’t be sad when it’s gone
Cause the feeling inside of me, lasts all day long

I just want you around
Track Name: I Could Be You
Well I could be you if I wanted to
Spend my days waiting on the afternoons
Never learn a thing I don’t already know
Synthesized living under status quo

When you look outside there is no one to be seen
Everybody is back down at the factory
But some are in shops other offices
Holding onto money like its god sent gifts

Everyone knows it’s not fair, we’re stuck inside while they are out there
Walls can change, walls come tumbling down

Sleeping on a plane I’m back home for the break
Tiny tins of tonic make my stomach ache
Three stripes on a bag, I’ve got clothes for two days
Back at home it’s a pity nothing has changed

When you’re going out at night its tough to meet those old friends
When you’re born under the ego on the devil’s end
I can’t help but feel I left too soon
I had to get back to my box to lick these brand new wounds

It might sound fickle, it might sound true
But no one wants a single thing to do with you
But its too late, this time you’re stuck in the ground

There was nothing in the kitchen except caviar and grits
The Venetian blinds you bought let through those golden glints
There’s a rumble in the dark, a crash on the street
There was something really special but you were still asleep

Phone call at night, don’t know what it’s all about
Fever in my gut sweating itself out
Girl on the machine says a baby is on the way
And the guys who came before, well they ain’t gotta pay

Everyone knows it’s not fair, we’re stuck inside while they are out there
Walls can change, walls come tumbling down

And It might sound fickle, it might sound true
But no one wants a single thing to do with you
But its too late, this time you’re stuck in the ground

So yeah, I could be you if I wanted to
I don’t hate ya, I’m just jealous of you