Patrick Wolf (born Patrick Denis Apps on 30 June, 1983) is a singer-songwriter from London, United Kingdom. Wolf mixes electronics and samples with a wide range of instruments including viola, keyboards, ukulele, and percussion, all of which he plays himself to form a fusion of jazz, folk and electronic music.
He began experimenting with sound and four-track recording at the age of 11, eventually building an arsenal of instruments that included junk-shop organs and a home-built theremin.
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FAm Lucy, remember FAm The smell of that fall FAm The fires of fungus G And the rotting leaves FAm I fell off the wagon FAm Into your arms FAmG Into this long month of sundays
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FAm And you were my husband FAm My wife, my heroin FAmG Now this is our final December FAm Now I'm deep in a forest FAm Losing all thought of spring FAmG And nothing can help me remember
Chorus: FAm And I'm going nowhere fast FAm A darker day has holed at last FAmG Deep in a dream I set the calmness to spinning FAm And your love has come too late FAm Away from the garden gate FAmG Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing
Verse3: FAmFAm Now that it's over after all that we had FAmG It comes, A river runs through the rafters down, down, down FAmFAm Does it leave me sleeping? Dreaming only of spring FAmG The phone rings out and I remember
Chorus: FAm But I'm going nowhere fast FAm A darker day has holed at last FAmG Deep in this dream I set the calmness to spinning FAm And your love has come too late FAm Now wave to the garden gate FAmG Wake me up when the blue bells are ringing FAmFAmFAm Ringing, ringing, ringing ...