Moonlight from Shake by Salem Wolves

It’s that New England cold that rattles your bones
I don’t care if you love me, I just can’t be alone
You chose me to suffer, I chose to get stoned
I crack in the moonlight,
A witness, a witness

It’s the psychopomp whisper
The garden of death
The dreams of distortion
Every night in your bed
The circuits keep humming
The lights growing red
The welcome distraction
From the ringing, the ringing

I’m calling on the omniphone
Calling but you’re not home

Well you think you’re hot shit
When you busted my lip?
You wanna transform?
Try to be dead for a bit
You go pale as a ghost
You ride the moon like a witch
You got a mean sense of humor
Keep laughing, keep laughing

Nowhere to hide
That tired refrain
I’m not trying to be stubborn
I’m just trying to stay sane
You kicked me so hard
I blacked out from the pain
I woke in the moonlight
But I ain’t the same

I’m calling on the omniphone
Calling but you’re not home

• Rock
• garage
• lo fi
• power pop
• trash pop
• witch rock
• Salem