Originally written with Ronnie Jeffrey for the soundtrack to a nver-completed horrow movie. Never commercially released, and available for your next project.

Satellite dishes on tar paper shacks
On a hot farm to market road
Outside some non-descript town
Where the wind don’t ever blow

I’m starting to feel feral
Ignore me at your peril
When the sun goes down

Chorus:
I’m the voice of the howling
I’m the voice of the howling
I’m the voice of the howling
Will you answer my call

I crouch silently beside the highway
Among wildflowers and road-kill
Dead soldiers who lost their way
Looking for something to steal

I think about ancient things
Arrowheads and Saturn’s rings
When the darkness comes

Chorus:
I’m the voice of the howling
I’m the voice of the howling
I’m the voice of the howling
Will you answer my call

Bridge:
Shadows dance on the front porch
Anything to occupy the mind
Love, hunger and HBO
Primitive needs as old as time

Someone gazes through a plastic window
Something’s afoot but there’s no sound
As the world slows to a crawl
I’m covering lots of ground

I fly out of the blackness
So silent, mad and fearless
Wolf of the evenings

Chorus:
I’m the voice of the howling
I’m the voice of the howling
I’m the voice of the howling
Will you answer my call

© Kent Newsome and Ronnie Jeffrey