Another on-call week. This time, I wrote new music for an old poem of mine about baby werewolves.
› Lyrics‹ LyricsO darling, my moonbeam
My babby-o girl,
Our baying has left you beguiled
You scent on the air
As the pines tease your hair
The forest is driving you wild
I'll shower you, darling,
with silver and milk
And treasure your burbles and grunts
When at last you've grown tall,
And you hear the night's call,
We will welcome you, love, to the hunt
No M8 this time, instead a guitar, vox, a kalimba, a rasp, and me hitting an armrest and a balalaika case
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