The Beau Brummels 1964 hit single Laugh Laugh
got them famous.
They slowly turned psychedelic.
Like the other San Francisco bands.
This is a cool song from their 4th album Triangle.
I love these lyrics!
The Wolf Of Velvet Fortune
Sal Valentino, Ron Elliott
The air is full of strangeness,
An unfamiliar breeze blows
From deep within a forest.
I think I'll go to see.
What's this before me
In shadows where no wind blows?
A crying, frightened flower
Without a gentle breeze.
She's crying for the sunlight,
That shadow left behind him.
She's crying for the coolness
Of wind she's never seen.
The day is getting longer.
The day is slowly dark now.
The moon a silver bubble
That watches all it sees.
Delight! Delight!
The wolf of velevet fortune is upon his merry flight!
Goodnight! Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night!
Delight!
The flower speaks in silence.
She bends herself in sorrow.
His eyes behold her wildness,
Electrifies the air.
He moves the earth around her,
Confiding her with whispers.
He takes her from the shadows
And thickness that is there.
Swiftly! Swiftly!
Through the brush and bramble land
Under! Over!
Flashing in and out, they fly!
Moonlight! Moonlight!
See the bright star shining so
Clearly! Clearly!
Floating in the sky!
He brings her to a meadow
where the grass is tall and waving.
A tear comes to her eye
As she looks upon her throne.
And in a distant murmur,
A breeze begins its blowing.
The sun begins its rising.
The velvet wolf has flown.
Delight! Delight!
The wolf of velevet fortune is upon his merry flight!
Goodnight! Goodnight!
He travels in the beauty of the silver-glowing night!
Delight!
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