THEO HAKOLA - "Scratching the Scruff"

T. Hakola-words & music, vocals, guitars, piano,
Laureline Prod'homme-bass, Zoé Hochberg-drums,
Lou Gala-video,
info/contact: www.theohakola.com

SCRATCHING THE SCRUFF

Like an animal you sing, a sweet lupine thing
I want to tickle your borzoi neck
Or let’s say flatter, in both senses of the French word
To compliment or to pet

Honor it on the one hand, caress with the other
That’s how I’d approach your golden throat
Praising the pipes hijacking my nights
And scratching the scruff I’m dying to stroke

Oh, sinnerman’s sister, nurse practitioner
Of Frenchtown moans and Acadian sighs!
From the smoky waves rolling over your listener
Blades of bitter beauty rise to tear up the skies

Primeval mating calls, rattling all your walls
The price you pay, singer, for all your gift defies
Relieving me of reason, you clinched my adhesion
With the feathers in your hair and the diamonds in your eyes

With a soft sweet wow diphthonging about my spirit
I stumbled out of your lands heading home in a cloud
Your song beating deep where I could still hear it
Troubling all my waters with that howl unbowed

Oh, Maggie Belle, I fell, went down for your animal heat
Your vulpine grooves, feline moves and carnal canine highs
Oh, equine dame I’ll never tame, oh, baby blessed by the beat
I’ll eat your blues and be the muse to catalyze your cries

Oh, sinnerman’s sister, nurse practitioner
Of Frenchtown moans and Acadian sighs!
From the smoky waves rolling over your listener
Blades of bitter beauty rise to tear up the skies

Where the angels lust for your lows and covet those ungodly highs
They all want to work on Maggie’s farm and your fields fertilize
But me, in your meadows I will lie and cradle your countrysides
Wrapped in the strains of your feral charm and the life you vocalize