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The Call of the Wild

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[Intro — vast cold ambience, one low drone, distant pines in wind, voice enters alone and close] I have no name. I need no fire. I was old when the ice was young. And every night, from the timber line, I sing what cannot be unsung. [Verse 1 — hypnotic, slow, intimate] Come down from the fire, come out of the ring, take off the collar, forget the name — you were mine before they poured you in a body, you were running before you were tame. They taught you the club, they taught you the traces, they taught you that love has a hand — but deep in your blood there's a track through the snow that none of them understand. [Chorus — the voice widens, layered harmonies like wind through trees, still soft] Come away. Come away. the moon is on the snow. Come away. Come away. you already know. Down the ages, through the marrow, older than the fires of men — irresistible, this stirring — mysterious, this yen — ° come away. come away. and never come again. [Verse 2 — a shade darker, the patient voice] Every night I sing a little closer. Every night you sleep a little less. You dream of running at the head of shadows through a white and endless yes. The man is kind. The man is warm. I do not hate the man. But men end, little brother. I began before began. [Bridge — everything stills; near-whisper, the one moment of mercy] So stay. Stay for the hand on your head. Stay for the voice that says your name. Love him with the last of your softness — I am patient. I make no claim. For the deeps of your nature are mine already, ° the parts of you deeper than you, ° going back into the womb of Time — ° and Time... always comes true. [Final Chorus — full layered voices, the forest singing, but never loud — overwhelming through depth, not volume] Come away. Come away. the last chain lies in the grass. Come away. Come away. even grief will pass. Sound the deeps, little brother, ° sing the song no throat can teach — come away, come away, come away — [Outro — all voices fade but one, the very first voice, satisfied and quiet] ...and he came. (wind. one distant howl, far away, joining others. end.)