Brock - Calvert - )

You can see my eyes are lupine

The liquid golden fires glare

My loping walk, my sliking spine

Are signs that there is something there

The way my nostrils flare for odours

The way my ears pick up for sound

My hairs electrically aware

Tells me things for miles around

I am a wolf man, I am a wolf man

I have half a canine mind

I have half the mind of man

I am neither of one kind

Maybe it was only hallucination

I'm a stranger to such things

I have made a thorough investigation

The image and the power that clings

To my imagination

My brian has found the bells it rings



Like a wolf my wilful loafing

Languishing alone in my lair

Where you will never hear my laughing

I'm half in love with dark and despair

Moons are howling, mouth of mercury

Quicksilver quivering in the sky

It echoes like a cave of chromium

To vacuum up my soul when I die

I am a wolf man, I am a wolf man

I am neither of one kind

Dissolving in the splendour of this desolation

The forest has been felled by fog

Exactly a description of my isolation

I made a note of it in my log

To the secret of all creation

I follow my own trail like a dog



I am a wolf man walks alone in the gas lamp

Shadows of the streets at night

I am a wolf man upright on two feet in the

city dressed somberly as a man

I am a wolf man under the skies heavy with snow

My eyes are convex lenses of ebony embedded

in amber

The fat bourgeois and his dopple ganger

are buried in my solid glare

Twin specimens of insect all set for display

I am a wolf man, the wolf in me would eat the man

I am a wolf man, the man in me would kill the wolf

I am a wolf man, who despises the striving of all

common men

Watches them at work, at their daily task

in factories and office desk

Watches them at evening elbow lift at tavern table,

heads lolling in song

Isch weis nischt weis ischa (Zargonzoi)



I saw a neon sign reflected in a pool of liquid sky

Which was not what I expected I was only walking by

The sign read "to the magic theatre"

It is not for everyone

It is but for madmen only the first performance has begun

I looked up to see that notice where the lights were

shining from

And nothing but blank wall was there

and their reflection too was gone

Maybe it was only an hallucination

I'm no stranger to such things

I've made a thorough investigation

The image and the power that clings

to my imagination

My brain has found the bell it rings