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Do The Wolf Paw Waltz

by Ballroom Jacks

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1.
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)
2.
Harlem 03:51
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
3.
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
4.
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

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released March 31, 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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