The Wolves of Little Venice

Howling at a fractious moon...

The Wolves of Little Venice

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

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