Patrick Wolf
Chanteur

Britannique

Directed by Joseph Wilson

"The Beast" is written produced and engineered by Patrick Wolf
Harpsichord (Bentside Spinet), Pianotron, Dulcitone, 5 String Viola, Vocals, Upright Piano, Drum Programming, Novation Peak, Ambient Zero, Radiator + Percussion by Patrick Wolf
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In this video, the ghost of Joan Crawford performed by ⁨@misterjoeblackmusic⁩
the video was edited by Joseph Wilson and graded by Anibal Castaño

This song sits its own valley of fable and fairytale alongside "The Laughing Dove" made initially just for 7" single for June's upcoming North American Tour of The Beast. Neither connected to Last Years 'Crying The Neck" nor next years Album 8

TOUR OF THE BEAST / JUNE 2026
06/05 WASHINGTON DC / DC9
06/07 RALEIGH NC / THE POUR HOUSE
06/10 NASHVILLE TN / 3RD & LINDSLEY
06/11 ATLANTA GA / SMITH'S
06/13 MIAMI FL / CHURCHILLS
06/18 NEW ORLEANS / LA GASA GASA
06/20 HOUSTON TX / THE SECRET GROUP
06/21 DENTON TX / RUBBER GLOVES
06/23 AUSTIN TX / THE LONG CENTER
06/26 TUCSON AZ / CONGRESS
06/28 PHOENIX AZ / THE VALLEY BAR
06/30 LOS ANGELES CA / THE LODGE ROOM

Lyrics

I was the prince of the rose
Where the supernature grows
‘Til the rogue kingdom come
And the garden bulldozed

Said the damsel to distress :

“I refuse to wear your dress
Nor afford you ten years sleep
Nor in you turret can me keep
I’ve been so long worrying
What I was doing wrong
I forgot my rights
You banished me
To the border
Then you hate
What I became to survive
No table at the feast
But my place is certain
You can not spare me the peace
So I become the beast”

I am the witch in your wall
So mote it be your castle fall
As I return stone by stone
Your humiliation ritual

Said the jester to the king

“Your boots I’m no longer licking
Tonight I reclaim my tongue
I am not your weapon
I’ve been so long worrying
What I was doing wrong
I forgot my rights
You banished me
To the border
Then you hate
What I became to survive
No table at the feast
But my place is certain
You can not spare me the peace
So I become the beast”

I don’t owe you an explanation
Of the nature of the beast that I’ve become
But I’m not the only one
Yes it’s all the rage
All the rage
And we become
The..

Track three from "Crying the Neck" is out on
all streaming platforms as of midnight
British Summer Time, Monday the 9th of June
and here is it's video..

Directed by Patrick Wolf
Filmed by Natasha Ruiz-Barrero
Archive Footage by Derek Apps
Many thanks to the Dungeness Roundhouse
Kathryn and Owen

Written and Produced by Patrick Wolf
String Arrangements by Patrick Wolf
Co-Produced, Mixed and Engineered by Brendan Cox
Patrick Wolf : Vocals, Grand Piano, Synth + Bass Programming
Brendan Cox : Bass Guitar
Alesiter Crowley : excerpt from "The Great Beast Speaks"
String Quartet : The Engines Orchestra
Violin I - Victoria Sutherland
Violin II - Su Sturman
Viola - George White
Cello - Zosia Jagodzinska

words :

The Last of England

Billy came home from the war
To Appledore
Drifting in the carpark
Of the second church
To be sold since spring
And in his redlining
Is a wing
A feather to his throttle
God, the absent father
Who stopped calling

I got bored to madness
That June
Spitting at the sun
Hollowing the moon
And then we were
The last Of England
Rotten to the core
When came a fireblight alleluia
Ripped us shore to shore
And what we lost that year
Came clear in the emigration
Of who’s conscription
Not called out
In the sound mirror
But i was cruising Gawain
In the mist
There as we kissed
Up against the pendle hill oak
The green king
Deep in doggerland woke

"I got born into this sadness just like you"
Cried the white horse of the sun
To the inverted moon

And then were
The last Of England
Rotten to the core
When came a fireblight Alleluia
Ripped us shore to shore
And by mabon
Were you dancing the broom
By the light of the burning pier
Or were you gone, to the last
Rotten to the core?

The third archetype of Jupiter is a portrait of 'Julian" named after the male alter-ego of the writer and gardener Vita Sackville-West, often she would transform to become Julian to check into hotels with her lover Violet, or proudly walk down the streets unassumingly together in the early 20th Century, Vita and her Julian are an integral part of the Crying the Neck album, not only is she a Kentish heroine for me and the album being my Kentish album, but at the end of "Better or Worse" you'll hear a reading I found of her reciting "The Land", a book which explores the wheels of the year as I have set out to do with my four album project ahead, Crying the Neck being the first of the series.

I was thinking alot about one of my favourite films "Canterbury Tale" by Powell and Pressburger, while directing and editing this film, the kentish landscape that still holds on to ring and hum for me as it does in the film in vast black and white like in that beautiful film, a journey of miracles.

for 'Julian" i have used "The Medway Mix" of Jupiter that is currently only available on CD and Vinyl at the stations of the sun tour on a companion EP I made of the album called "Poor Old Horse" which i'm sure as the months go by this year it will find it's way to digital streaming, for now, this is where you can find it, with julian in the long grass.

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Jupiter / The Medway Mix
written, produced, mixed and arranged by Patrick Wolf
co-produced mixed and engineered by Brendan Cox
string arrangements by Patrick Wolf
Patrick Wolf : Vocals, Electric Tenor Guitar, Viola, Synth, Audio, Beat and
Bass Programming, Grand Piano
Brendan Cox : Acoustic Guitar
Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock : “uninterrupted between us and the heavens”

the sceond of three Crying The Neck “archetype” music videos for "Jupiter" is released here today alongside the single on all streaming platforms the next two videos will be premiered here in the run up to the release of Crying the Neck

This Jupiter archetype is named after the writer and artist Ithell Colquhoun, who attached her occult, sublime, daring and grotesque tenderness to the year alopecia shed my black stained mourning hair, first taking my eyebrows in shock of withdrawal from alcohol. Ithell making the black rocks bleed, realizing mid ritual she has set into motion a very wrong and persistent magic

lyrics

no straw to gold
round parts like these here
a burnt out bus sticks up
sundial in the wier
losing a game
we were not playing
gone to seed
twisting in the wind

autumn to autumn
they slowly
dissapear
abandoning a boat
that got too hard to steer
losing a game they were
not playing
gone to seed
twisting in the wind

but on the darkest night
i see most clear
the way to awnywhere
but here
i’m blinded
to the big picture
just before morning
jupiter

the circus used to stop by
in the banner years
nothing sacred
left to sober
the sightseer here
i’m losing a game
I was not playing
gone to seed
twisting in the widn

but on the darkest night
i see most clear
the way to anywhere
but here
when i’m blinded
to the big picture
then just before morning
jupiter

surely it can't
get any worse?
90 days on this earth
the healing begins
with admitting
i hear, so
just before morning

clear

written, produced and arranged by Patrick Wolf
co-produced mixed and engineered by Brendan Cox
string arrangements by Patrick Wolf
Patrick Wolf : Vocals, Electric Tenor Guitar, Viola, Synth, Audio, Beat and
Bass Programming, Grand Piano
Brendan Cox : Acoustic Guitar
Seb Rochford : Drums and Percussion
Dr Maggie Aderin-Pocock : “uninterrupted between us and the heavens”