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Red Wolf Mist

by Aaron Smith

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It’s not like Warren Zevon said it would be When the orb shines down and you’re lost in lunacy The nightlife sings a song that you can’t resist As you drift into the Red Wolf Mist Maybe it’s in the water Maybe it’s in the air If you know how to look You’ll see it everywhere You’re not like Lon Chaney on the silver screen The change is not where the naked eye can see But your mind is broken with a bend and a twist As you surrender to the Red Wolf Mist Maybe it’s in the water Maybe it’s in the air If you know how to look You’ll see it everywhere Here come the farmers with pitchforks and torches If word gets out, it’s a media circus They cry for their wives and pray for their daughters Here they come now just like lambs to the slaughter No going back No going back Maybe it’s in the water Maybe it’s in the air If you know how to look You’ll see it everywhere No, you can’t go home, you stranger in this town The darkest of secrets must be kept underground Once you’ve been altered by the moonlight kiss You can never return from the Red Wolf Mist
2.
There are no clocks on the mountain The hills have eyes but they can’t tell time When the sun goes down on the mountain Madness eats reason and there is no rhyme They told me not to go up the mountain When you’re lost in the shadows you lose your mind Now the fog is thick on the mountain I can’t see where I’m going but I’m not quite blind Because I drank from a youthful fountain And I sleep in the city but a mountain girl is mine And I can hear the music of the mountain And the song she sings is sure to ease my mind The Red Wolf runs on the mountain He howls and moans as he guards the night Beware his jaws of iron If you think his bark is bad, wait till you feel his bite The road is rough on the mountain But I’ll drive like the devil to be by her side I don’t want to be a ghost on the mountain But if she breaks my heart I will surely die
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The chickens are safe in the henhouse Away from the wolves, out of the cold Look at that dilapidated farmhouse Imagine the secrets it must hold The world doesn’t end at the mountain A ray of hope keeps the beasts at bay I made my way up the mountain At the top of the world is where I’ll find a way You can drink the water You can breathe the air Stand up on the mountain Don’t give in to the fear The sun is setting now As the night begins to wake You better bolt the door For the children’s sake Lock the windows too Or it’s curtains for you You’ve got to build a wall So the dogs can’t break through You can drink the water You can breathe the air Stand up on the mountain Don’t give in to the fear You can always take shelter in the cabin of dreams Where the howling is drowned out by much better screams The earth goes ‘round the sun like a carousel The days are heaven and the nights are hell Here at the top of the mountain Legends lurk around every bend This is the land we were given This is the land we must defend You can drink the water You can breathe the air Stand up on the mountain Don’t give in to fear
4.
It’s too damn late and too damn dark The light of day has long expired On my internal ship of fools The sorrow engines fire They come to life all at once The citizens of my brain All of them shouting in unison Talking back to the pain “Stop this madness,” the constable cries At the very top of his lungs All around, he can hear the sound Of a million demon drums And I’m starting to get a little nervous now Serpents and shadows are closing in In my brain, I can feel the rain And hear the howling wind In these perilous hours I know That life is a joke Hope is a joke It doesn’t matter if the battle is real I don’t know if I can win I’m starting to get a little nervous now Serpents and shadows are closing in I can’t trust the idea That I belong in this world The fabric feels so damn heavy As the curtain unfurls I buckle myself into the captain’s chair In the center of my brain And fire the cannons of reason To blow away the demons and pain And I’m starting to get a little nervous now Serpents and shadows are closing in In my brain, I can feel the rain And hear the howling wind
5.
Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth You’ll sink into a horror you won’t believe Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth You’ll soon be praying for a watery grave Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth You may find your molecules rearranged The faded postcard says, wish you were here But you can’t help feeling something’s fishy here This rundown harbor town is a monument to sadness You’re walking through a minefield of eventual madness When you hear the seductive song of the sea You won’t be you and I won’t be me When you answer your personal siren’s call Dive in and down, down, down you’ll fall This isn’t what you think, no seaside vacation The face in the mirror looks like the local population Run away, don’t walk toward that sweet sea breeze If you’re the praying kind, best get down on your knees Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth You’ll sink into a horror you won’t believe Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth You’ll soon be praying for a watery grave Don’t go swimming at Innsmouth You may find your molecules rearranged
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As the moon crosses the sky The collision of two worlds Is irreversibly near If the city was the sea The map would surely say That there be monsters here The plague doctor vultures Peck apart the bones Of the carcass of the night Dark demonstration Anatomy lesson Come see what’s inside Jack O’Lantern horsemen Gallop through the streets Casting a wicked glow One look at their eyes Will make you lose your mind Forget everything you know Hellfire cobblestones burn Smoldering agony Flay the flesh from fleeing feet “No Exit,” screams the neon No way off of this path They call Damnation Street Survivors are few, and all they can see Is the black and the red that replace blue and green At the twenty-fifth hour of the thirtieth day This Hell on Earth has come to stay The last Halloween has begun No shelter for you or for anyone Ring the gong for Judgment Day You’ve been calling your god by the wrong name The Consumer of Souls Holds a merry old court Watches his demons dance He eats serial killers Like you eat breakfast Do you think you have a chance? The circus clowns heed the siren call to arms They’ve been waiting like a sleeper cell In this newly founded nightmare kingdom their faces will serve them well Church bells made of hollowed skulls In league with devil horns Sing songs of certain doom And in between their verses Ring out cries in ancient tongues Far older than any tomb The graffiti of blood Is the news of the day In every language known There is no sanctuary Or safety from the storm Just a dark lord on the throne Survivors are few, and all they can see Is the black and the red that replace blue and green At the twenty-fifth hour of the thirtieth day This Hell on Earth has come to stay The last Halloween has begun No shelter for you or for anyone Ring the gong for Judgment Day You’ve been calling your god by the wrong name

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Six songs inspired by horror and nightmares, both real and imagined.

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released June 16, 2019

Aaron Smith: vocals, acoustic and electric guitars
Music and lyrics by Aaron Smith
Produced by Aaron Smith
Engineered by Brynen Sosa
Recorded at Oblique Studios, Vernon, New Jersey
Cover photo by Katie Buckley

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Aaron Smith Ringwood, New Jersey

At the age of 39, Aaron Smith took his old guitar out of the closet after 15 years, turned the skills he'd learned as a novelist toward lyric writing, learned to sing, and wrote and recorded his first EP, "Red Wolf Mist" over the course of the years 2016 to 2019. His second album, "Sand in the Hourglass" was released in August of 2021. ... more

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