From the recording EP
Written and performed by Helen Pearson: vocals, guitar, sounds /
Mike Bannard: additional sounds.
Lyrics
Foxes
Little red fox. Little red foxes. Your tail is usually tipped in white
Moving so fast. Moving so quickly
Navigate bramble at considerable speed
There’s a rushing white noise of silence in my head
I hold out my arms and you jump right in
Strange little barks scare the shit out of me
It sounds so eerie coming out of the dark
It’s your call to another fox mate
And listening I feel less alone
There’s a rushing white noise…
Urban myths still follow you like the hunter
Tales of stealing stake or biting babies
Little red fox. Little red foxes
Navigate bramble at considerable speed
There’s a rushing white noise…
Little red fox, little red foxes
Little red fox, little red foxes
Ooooo-oooo-oo-oo-ooo