Dire Wolf
Grateful Dead Lyrics
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The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Don't murder me
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Don't murder me
I beg of you don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
No no no don't murder me
I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
"Dire Wolf" is a song by the Grateful Dead that tells a haunting story about a man who encounters a large, menacing wolf. The setting of the song is in the timbers of Fennario, an imaginary place with a strange name. The singer explains how the winter had been so harsh that the ground was frozen ten feet deep. The wolves are running around, probably starving and desperate for food. The ominous tone is set early on in the song with the plea "Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me."
The song takes a dark twist when the wolf appears at the singer's window. The wolf was described as being "six hundred pounds of sin," a phrase that adds to the eerie feeling of the song. However, to the surprise of the singer, the wolf sat down to play cards with him. The singer cuts his deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same, and the game seems to end in favor of the wolf. The end of the song goes back to the earlier refrain of "Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me," emphasizing the fear and uncertainty that can come with the unknown.
Line by Line Meaning
In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round
The singer sets the scene of a cold and desolate winter in Fennario where the wolves run wild.
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
The winter in Fennario was extremely harsh, frozen solid to a depth of 10 feet underground.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
The singer pleads for their life, begging not to be killed.
I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me
The artist had a meal and drank whisky before going to bed for the last time, implying that they may have died in their sleep.
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in
The artist wakes up to find a giant Dire Wolf outside their window and invites it in without fear or hesitation.
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same
The singer and the wolf sit down to play cards, but the singer realizes that something is wrong when every card in their deck is the Queen of Spades.
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire
After the events with the Dire Wolf, the scene shifts to Fennario where the wolf is receiving tribute in a dark and bloody swamp while others gather around singing.
I beg of you don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
No no no don't murder me
I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
The repetition of the artist's plea highlights their desperation to stay alive and not be killed.
Lyrics ยฉ Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jerome J. Garcia, Robert C. Hunter
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@kylestone4912
In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Don't murder me
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Don't murder me
I beg of you don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
No no no don't murder me
I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
@judasbrooks
In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Don't murder me
In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Don't murder me
I beg of you don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
No no no don't murder me
I beg of you, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
Please, don't murder me
@user-em2pe3rf4h
I will never understand or need to understand just how much music existed in 1 being. Incredible.
@joebaby555
If the Dead was a new band in 2020 , they would be so unique and successful... these songs are incredible and sound so fresh ..Long live all things Grateful Dead related.. ๐โค๏ธโก๏ธ
@bradparker6442
They are a new band in 2020. The music is alive and lives through cosmic consciousness for eternity.
@flukislucas
Few bands live outside of musical evolution. The dead is one of them. Sound perfect and fresh in any decade
@brotherjay4592
They are timeless.
@mr.l520
no they would get censored to death. ironically by the same people who call themselves hippies.
@mr.l520
We can share the women!!??? share the wine?? oh no!! that's not PC or PLURR!!!!! ban them!!
@richardmindemann6935
Those of a certain age will recall the buzz in hippiedom over two straight mostly acoustic and folky albums by the kings of psychedelic rock.
@devinmck1
American Beauty was pretty folky lol
@BrianCarnevaleB26
so smooth here.