At The Drive-In – No Wolf Like The Present Lyrics

No Wolf Like The Present by At The Drive-In
Album : in·ter a·li·a
Released : 2017
Genre : Alternative Rock
Label : Rise Records

In a safe house he baits
Can you blame the conniving
Bludgeoned by the prowler cars
He’s been running since the day
That they tagged his skin
A walking cipher kicking calendars

He hears the sirens
He hears his song play everyday

From Potemkin mills
Where the winds erase
They use our past to evict us
In a land that stole
A kestrel from the knave
Smothered inmates full at capacity

He hears the sirens
He hears his song play everyday
It’s open season check the body can

There’s no wolf like the present
They own your history
Scrap it for parts
There’s no wolf like the present
Of insignificance

Tantivy run

He’s been on the lam so long
He knows the rules of the hunt
Carving X’s into bullets for luck
While the veneer of civilization grinds
Light bulbs into his food supply

He hears the sirens
He hears his song play everyday
It’s open season check the body cans

There’s no wolf like the present
They own your history
Scrap it for parts
There’s no wolf like the present
Of insignificance

Tantivy run

○ At The Drive-In – in·ter a·li·a (Album 2017)
01. ‘No Wolf Like The Present
02. ‘Continuum
03. ‘Tilting At The Univendor
04. ‘Governed By Contagions
05. ‘Pendulum In A Peasant Dress
06. ‘Incurably Innocent
07. ‘Call Broken Arrow
08 ‘Holtzclaw
09. ‘Torrentially Cutshaw
10. ‘Ghost-tape No.9
11. ‘Hostage Stamps

○ Listen to “At The Drive-In” Songs

● “Star Slight ”

[ Quotable ]
He spits on your tip-toes
(Guided by star slight)
And you keep hugging folklore
(Nowhere is home)
To cover
Discover
(Inside of my mind)
Cover
Discover
But this is star slight

● “Chanbara ”

[ Quotable ]
Prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic blemish
Necro is the Velcro on the charred appendage
Cauterize solder gun in the melting of seeds
Oh, dear god, what a tangled web we weave

● “Rolodex Propaganda ”

[ Quotable ]
Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale
For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants
Mechanical panaceas absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet
Temper temper temperature

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