We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Desert City

by Dirty Wolfs

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price

     

1.
Desert Heat 04:25
There she goes In a serotinal night The silent streets of her own mind She makes a point graciously To contrive her next move Preparing lies like desert heat The pungent fumes that danced on the edge of her mouth Seamlessly rolled out most blightingly Placing her next card so perfectly There’s no way out When will the house of cards fall down? She makes you feel white heat Yet the darkness won’t recede Murdering happiness as quickly as you breathe The cob web that she’s weaved Suffocates and distress Deepening her in the stages of bitterness The pungent fumes that danced on the edge of her mouth Seamlessly rolled out most blightingly Placing her next card so perfectly There’s no way out When will the house of cards fall down? The pungent fumes that danced on the edge of her mouth Seamlessly rolled out most blightingly Placing her next card so perfectly There’s no way out When will your house of cards finally crumble down?
2.
5:19 02:29
I don’t know where I’m going Running ‘round in circles Retracing the same steps that were taken the day before These faces all these places pile up in a single blur And I can’t get rid of the feeling that I am falling down Time is running out The clock keeps ticking now Go! What will happen now? I can’t figure it out I’m running out of patience and feelings Wherever I go I seem to be running no where It’s monotony A cycle that I can’t break out Wherever I go I seem to running no where
3.
Stare At Me 04:37
Skin tight jeans and tassel boots And she’s wrapped around my head Her full lips, volcano shaped “Stare at me” explodes at their tips The wondrous of sunsets can’t compare to this girl You can try to run but cannot hide from her curves 60’s type, the vintage kind Yet she’s a modish socialite I can’t help but let her in to My day-dreams every time She gets in my head, she’s there to stay. Burned in my soul Electricity with every touch, thunderstorms. Her kiss could split the mist Rippling the tide from my everyday life She’s got complete control And I’m on my knees pleading for some more. Leopard print, patent leather shoes It’s magical how she moves in you. She’s the cure and the answer to the mean reds and the darker blues. She gets in my head, she’s there to stay. Burned in my soul You can try to run but cannot hide from her curves
4.
He’s a scummy little twat Smooth and subtle as a foreseen train crash You better watch your back His right hand covered, dripping with blood He won’t let go He’ll get you when you’re turnin’ around An inch above the dust on the ground Redefines the term “dim-wit” One look and you’ll see he’s thick as a brick A self-proclaimed Don Juan The only birds he gets aren’t in their five senses This world won’t miss you at all All that I know is that you ain’t no pitfall

credits

released November 8, 2014

Recorded at Nodriza Estudio.
Mixed at Nodriza Estudio by Cesar Melendez.
Mastered at Nodriza Estudio by Javier Onofre & Cesar Melendez.

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Dirty Wolfs Monterrey, Mexico

contact / help

Contact Dirty Wolfs

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Dirty Wolfs, you may also like: