Three Wolves

by Bucky Harris

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Three Wolves is the 2nd studio album by Bucky Harris. The album is reminiscent of bands such as Against Me!, the Sainte Catherines, Dead to Me, The Bronx, Gaslight Anthem, Morning Glory & Mischief Brew with a Montreal Punk Twist.

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released July 15, 2016

Written by Bucky Harris

Michael Wynands (Lead Vox)
David Carpentier-Laberge (Guitar/Backup Vox)
Pierrick Provost (Guitar/Backup Vox)
Ryan Khan Logan (Bass/Backup Vox)
Francis Primeau (Drums)

Three Wolves was produced, recorded, and mixed by Rene d la Muerte at Emery Street Studio. Mastered by Alex Sergerie. Artwork by Etienne Martin-Emond. All songs written and copyright by Bucky Harris, 2016.

Copyright 2016 Bucky Harris

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Track Name: Dismember Me
Pull my severed toes from your benevolent mouth - I’m embarrassed by how long you took to figure it out.
Mistake professionalism for subservience, do calloused hands betray a lack of intelligence?
Joints and marrow wrapped in weathered skin – utility in ligaments.
Bloody eyes glow, so like open sores, only fools see ambivalence.

Cut out my tongue and catalog it.
A body is better managed in pieces.

Dismember me. Slit my fucking throat you won’t hear me complain.
Into a blackened rage - I’ll dissipate and return unchanged.

We grow unsettled, to find some grace and make us whole.
These hands, you peddle, will find purpose you’ll never know.
Track Name: The Vanishing Point
Sun comes up, I sit and fast, my mind only half awake,
I've cast it far beyond me and so I wait
For light to creep and overwhelm, its wonders on display,
I can feel sensation struggling, it's out there struggling

I would go out every day, just to meet him,
I guess I missed you...
I would reach as it faded away

I would rise up every morning
waiting for the sky to explode, in hopes of overflow
and I would rise my stomach churning
knows there's still far to go... to reach the vanishing point

Sunlight breaks, it coils and snakes, copulates with wisps of gray,
It's warmth so all encompassing, mixed with decay
The sublime will birth and eat away at the monotony of the day
Honest in its vulgarity, but it's eluding me

I would go out every day, just to meet it,
I guess I missed you...
I would reach as it faded away

I would rise up every morning
waiting for the sky to explode, in hopes of overflow
and I would rise my stomach churning
knows there's still far go until the vanishing point.

At night, I'd try to sleep, amidst all the wreckage of the scarred and homely
Sights that pestered me, I long for the carnage, won't oblivion take me

I would rise up every morning
waiting for the sky to explode, in hopes of overflow
and I would rise my stomach churning
knows there's still far go until I vanish in.
Track Name: Like Scarecrows To A Storm
Crashing right into a fucking brick wall makes me feel at home
A stiff stretcher with restraints can be so comfortable
Some bloodletting can be good for the soul
I've been feeling kind of numb since parting ways with the chemicals
This empty feeling in my gut has grown into a man of it’s own
on a foundation of remorse, guilt, regret and stone
Fucking up is marrow in the bone
But I've come to be familiar with the rhythm of the undertow

I will knock it down and start again
You know I've always wasted time trying to save face
I will knock it down and start again
I think it’s high time I bloody these hands and build something

that I can call my own
And if it doesn't work out there’s a match and gasoline!

I know every square inch of
misstread ground I've been prone to slip,
I'll set fire to this barren field
It'll turn to ash and grow anew

I will knock it down and start again
You know I've always wasted time trying to save face
I will knock it down and start again
I think it’s high time I bloody these hands and build something
Track Name: Ruckus
Trapped in a lockbox, but left on display (I will break)
Are you the rabbit, or the fur coat tossed away (everything)
Can you succeed in dismantling it all (in my way)
When every idea was gleaned from the walls
Your cry to arms was so loud
When nestled safely amidst the crowd
(I WILL SING!)
(Burn it away! We will prevail!)
But rhetoric will never find the words to say
We are more than one entity
When lines are traced we ignore the single grains
With disregard for subtlety, we’ll fall!

Wait!
The brick in your hand will quickly grow once it’s thrown (I will break)
Is the message on your placard one that’s truly your own (everything)
Set this world ablaze if your vision is whole (in my way)
But make damn sure you believe it all
Carve it in your wrist if you like
Do the scars take and multiply?
(I WILL SING!)
(Burn it away! We will prevail!)
But rhetoric will never find the words to say
We are more than one entity
When lines are traced we ignore the single grains
With disregard for subtlety, this box will shatter assuredly
and how they’ll run
Track Name: These Walls
These walls are closing in, I’m tongue-tied wrapped up in loose string.
Old wolves creep in from a creaky back door come to tear at my silver throat-
I kiss their paws, they’re quick to snarl,
Old wolves move quick with the fresh blood drawn to paint portraits of a rosy dawn -
I thank them all, they soon depart.
Old wolves go running through the backwoods grinning, watch them bounding with their brothers in tow!

Now she floats uninterrupted in a void of her own -
Broken cigarettes I’m breaking down these antique walls, bombing bridges just to watch all them lovers fall.
Bloodshed in the early morn’ grew lillies up between my toes.

These flaws, I call my own - Split lips, calligraphy and acetone.
Old wives tell tales of the creatures long dead but i’ve collected them one and all -
They eat false pride, they breed by night.
Old wives lie still under sheets of down from the beasts that they no longer know-
I know them well, they show through tells.
Old wives go running to the backwoods screaming to be met by the hungry wolves.

Now she floats uninterrupted in a void of her own -
Broken cigarettes I’m breaking down these antique walls, bombing bridges just to watch all them lovers fall.
Bloodshed in the early morn’ grew lillies up between my toes.

I fought them all - you started this fire.
I don’t know why, night time is golden
when I’m all alone. Watch as the sky
closes in and I float.
Walking slow - breathe it in.

Now she floats uninterrupted in a void of her own -
Broken cigarettes I’m breaking down these antique walls, bombing bridges just to watch all them lovers fall.
Bloodshed in the early morn’ grew lillies up between my toes.
Track Name: Sleep
Sleep don’t come to me.
Tangled up in dirty sheets, toying with ideas of hate and identity
So I cling to the faint whispers of a long forgotten dream
“Breathe deep, the knife is clean, each incision is another attempt to educate”
So I hold
tight to the tricks taught by the doctor all those years ago
“Be light, by which you wish to see”
Repeat it when their steely eyes set upon me

I said I’d build up a house so strong
A foundation of sweat wrought from rough hewn stone
I dig my nails into old oak mantlepiece
lined with portraits of the ones who force breath from me
This home is sturdy, the structure sound
But when the wind picks up the shutters creak and moan
A low howl, the front door groans
A man who builds a pen for wolves is sure to wake to find himself shorn.

“Wait!” is what I screamed,
a gurgling yelp from tired mouth as figure fades into mist without a word to me
‘cause I long,
to dive headfirst into the black water, who knows how far
I can sink or if a bottom exists, but I’ll live through the fall and call it home for its own sake

They wait so calm, soft paws draped across
the foot of this old bed, they rest their patient heads.

I said I’d build up a house so strong
A foundation of sweat wrought from rough hewn stone
I dig my nails into old oak mantlepiece
lined with portraits of the ones who force breath from me
This home is sturdy, the structure sound
But when the wind picks up the shutters creak and moan
A low howl, the front door groans
A man who builds a pen for wolves is sure to wake to find himself shorn.
Track Name: Break Us Apart
Reaffirm your place in the nether. These shapes appear obscure, when grasping from afar
And while I’m not alone to gaze, apprehension is etched in every face, we grow tired, one by one by one
So we’ll throw it all away, cause we’re nothing now, but with what remains, I’ll show you how it began

Cordoned off, despite the best of us, we are the lesser ones, relegated to this room,
Tear it down and I’ll show you something new, there is competence, and then there’s autonomy.

Break us apart and I’ll show you why. We are not-
and could never be, all the things, we admired from afar
Because we’ve grown so confined in this place of our own.

Recognize yourself in every noise, your breath in every hum, your voice in every cadence and line
Realize that this space longs to consume, you are the common sort, tried and unrefined
Break us apart and I’ll show you why… We are not!

Reassert your place in the nether. These shapes appear obscure, only when grasped from afar
And I’m not alone to gaze, determination lines every face, we do not tire, one by one by one
So we’ll throw it all away, cause we’re nothing now, but we’ll amaze until nothing remains.
Track Name: Decanter
They come apart, so easily, these self- portraits, all forgeries
Elaborate pictures in the sand, just crooked lines from shaky hands
Just add a splash, of turpentine, give it a wipe, you’re sure to find
Another face, another man, a forgone kind of elegant
I know a place, down below, where they remake, some kind of home
Brandishing a flask in each hand, ambition makes for better men
Just take a dip, into the well, sleep under sheets, of fresh snow-felled
Another place, another time, a well misplaced night

I don’t mean to distract you from your self-hate
But I’m here, I’m your friend come to commiserate
I can leave you to white knuckle alone all day
Or you can drown with me, let’s bury the hatchet
Either way you know… It plays out the same!

(It’s a passing reprieve, talks with tired company, however vivacious)

Numb’s the word! Panic is golden! Christen me quick! It gets harder to hold it.
Prone to sink! Leisure’s molten! Fanciful feels so real in the moment

(Hold me tight, ‘cause losing I’m grip)
(Are you the counterweight or the precipice)

It’s so safe to breathe the apathy. The safety net, decanted company
A cellarspace, built to feed. To stunt the growth, through pleasantries
A rhythmic motion to keep these shoulders free of burden, hair long and golden
So I’ll take another sip and keep this space mirror free

Numb’s the word! Panic is golden! Christen me quick! It gets harder to hold it.
Prone to sink! Leisure’s molten! Fanciful feels so real in the moment
Track Name: Catacombs
I've been told that playing house could be bad for my health,
but I didn't pay attention to the words that came creeping out of the cracks of these old damn catacombs.
I've been told that playing house could be bad for my health,
but I paid no heed to the words that came seeping out of the mouths of these old and tattered ghosts.

You better run, there's a bad tide coming in.
Best get a move on boy, them doors are closing quick.
(They Said) We've got a ship, and it's waiting down by the port,
ain't got food, ain't got wages but there's plenty of gin aboard.

We always crawl back to the old haunts where we felt safe

As I felt the tug of the waterways
The familiar air leaves an acrid taste
How can a jagged reef protect this fragile frame
I’m too old to be evading, nostalgia’s drowning me
Track Name: Scars, Belize
Scars-comma-Belize, cut teeth, amongst the dirt, watershed and trees, Bloody hands-bloody knees, bloody- hands, bloody-feet, I finally felt at ease.
A boat ride upstream, brought me, to a clearing in the canopy, trials and autonomy, honest work, agony, joy and fear of disease

Despite the open sores I finally started to feel at home, amongst the people, pouring rain at night and distant roar, I’d wake at dawn to meet the…
glow, that I, knew before
That’s so lacking in every sight and surface I now walk upon in this city that I once held so high and close

Scars-comma-Belize, utility, so absent in this routine, work to buy, buy to feed, feed monotony, survive the 40 hour week!
This cacophony, once seemed, an innovative tapestry, rips apart at the seams , How can you breathe through these, geometric facsimiles?

Can you feel the waning in my lungs, Slip amongst the lost and sordid ones,
I’m still reaching for that sun, I’m afraid I’ll become what you’ve become

Can you feel the waning in my lungs, Slip amongst the lost and sordid ones,
I’m still reaching for that sun, We’ll become what you’ve become
Track Name: Slow Down
I went to commune with an old friend
But I could not hear her advice over my own troubles
and foregone conclusions,
reverberate so loud, backed by these cliffs

So I returned to the gray space,
To meet with the old ones, who mocked and jeered so loudly
they said “son, you must wipe the compass clean”,
rendered anew, 4 points of blank.

Slow down. (Slow down)
I am well versed in uncertainty
Crashing and tumbling my way through this night
dodging nooses I felt for myself just in case.
Slow down. (Slow down)
Before you've gone cold and gray
Crashing and tumbling your way it'll all fall apart

Found myself at home, amidst the red plains
Hands dyed in the dust, I found comfort in walls of canyons
Every curve had been shaped with a windkiss,
til the torrent rolls in, to re-stake their claim.

Slow down. (Slow down)
I am well versed in uncertainty
Crashing and tumbling my way through this night
dodging nooses I felt for myself just in case.
Slow down. (Slow down)
Before you've gone cold and gray
Crashing and tumbling your way it'll all fall apart

You'll never know, just how far to go
Will today be the day, that your teeth come out to play?
Track Name: Wake Up
Wake up my love, won't you wake up!
For the likes of them, you will never be enough.
Gave them your body, your soul and something more,
and they took you for all that you're worth...

They'll take your life, but they'll keep you breathing.
This respirator plugged into your core,
but a body can only take so much abuse before it responds

It comes and goes, this sickly feeling, the notion that you're being used
But there's something inside that pushes you to provide
while they squander, consume and exhume
What remains, of your fragile frame now,
once beautiful, strong and ornate
Your organs all fail as your skin starts to peel
They lap at your blood while you emaciate

Patient while they rip you apart
I don't see how you can stand to
eviscerate yourself
While they lick their lips and lie in wait to feed

You're still breathing, though your breath has grown ragged and short,
They wait restless outside and they paw at your door,
knowing that your body still has a little more
And what comes next? What of tomorrow?
When you break and just snap clean in two,
Will you lament your own end for that which you could not give
or feel the weight of misuse and abuse


Patient while they rip you apart
I don't see how you can stand to
eviscerate yourself
While they lick their lips and lie in wait
To do as they've always done

We have come undone (in waves and droves)
Born to tear you apart (in waves and droves)