You’ve already heard about Tiffany’s story Fearsome Rise of the Werewolf/Pony (Part 2, 3 and 4). I posted the song of the main character, Scout, a little while ago. That one was called Howl On Through.
This week is Tiffany’s birthday, which makes this week Tiffany’s Music Appreciation Week. So I hurried to complete a second song that I started alongside Howl On Through. It’s inspired from the same story, but isn’t sung with the right voice for Scout.
You can listen to Wild Heart here (skip the poor quality test songs on the list ;)). I recorded it in about fifteen minutes because I’m really busy this week. So it’s a cappella, without any effects on my voice whatsoever. And I did only two takes. I’m still really proud of it and recommend you listen to it before you read the lyrics. You know, to get the soul of it first. 😉
Here are the lyrics:
It used to be warming coat,
A shining fur around us both,
A deep-set trail linking our hearts,
A guiding full moon in the dark.
But it turned sour and grew cold.
The soft kisses layered with mold.
The passion’s haze became bout.
The words silvered for the shootout.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know who to be.
Have I forever lost you?
Have I forever lost me?
I first laid eyes on your face,
Wild heart racing.
I dived into your embrace,
Wild heart melting.
Now I run to distance disgrace,
Wild heart cowering.
We met somewhere in no man’s land
Away from duty and command
Seeding our flame in fertile ground
Blooming where love’s flowers abound
Then reality tugged our lead
And choked all my chances to plead
Our forest now keeps us apart
Good memories scamper like harts
I sure know what to rue.
I sure know who’s guilty.
Have I forever scarred you?
Have I forever scarred me?
I felt the weight of your pain,
Wild heart thumping.
I bowed as tenderness waned
Wild heart breaking.
I crumbled under your bane
My heart stopping.
I growl at the wilderness once dear.
It kindles my emptiness and fear.
I’ll stomp and howl out of sight.
Clumsily going bump in the night.
I don’t know what to chase.
I don’t know what to sing.
So I lurk, hidden by your place,
Tamed heart weeping.
Happy Birthday again to my dear Tiffany!