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Bride Of The Asylum (1997)

by Damien Youth

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In the attic room, In the dusty hue I will hide from you, In my dress of blue And the moon illuminates all the scars upon my face antique mirror duplicates me in shadow I'm a little girl, they call me Lucifer I wear a witch's hat, and in the shadows lurk And the branches of the trees stretch like demons in the breeze tap on windows as they freeze, silent dying Here they come for me And I cannot breathe I am crouched beneath, this abnormality And the door opens wide I hear voices from outside they can't see me I'm the bride of the asylum the asylum.
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Katie called me Lucifer we sat up in my room as winter pressed the window and the leaves unfastened blew Autumn colors all entwined and flowing through her hair I sit in pauper's solitude I'm swallowed by her stare Angels gather around I feel the ghost inside your soul it beacons me gather around I wear the feather mask and write you litanies gather around Do send your spirit here to keep me company gather around I will immortalize your soul with poetry Katie draws space aliens upon my kitchen wall She sits down in the pantry and she's staring down the hall She's shooting up and whispering a strange and haunted song this pretty ballerina strung out elegant and stoned Angels gather around She stumbles glassy eyed all in this magic room gather around her eyes are swimming though electric purple hue gather around She spins in horror in the mirror she doth stare gather around Who is this skeleton with long grey flowing hair? Katie wraps her lips around me Katie moves her head Katie leaves me paralyzed and shaking in my bed Pretty pigtail priestess you have bled my raging soul Your face is like an angel drenched and dripping with my ghost Angels gather around I feel the ghost inside your soul it beacons me gather around I wear the feather mask and write you litanies gather around Do send your spirit here to keep me company gather around I will immortalize your soul with poetry Katie called me Lucifer we sat up in my room as winter pressed the window and the leaves unfastened blew Katie called me Lucifer we sat up in my room as winter pressed the window and the leaves unfastened blew Katie called me Lucifer we sat up in my room as winter pressed the window and the leaves unfastened blew
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I spy, terrified stare through window frozen eyes are all upon you funny girl You seem like a dream I was there so long ago but I don't know you anymore And I've been pulling Tarots and I can see your future but I'm not sure I believe that anymore I am but a sparrow encaged in mortal marrow a singing soul Wingless and wild eyed Wild eyed and wingless You see everything from your tree house, from your swing my little pixie pigtailed girl You paint really strange I have seen myself in green I really think that's beautiful But there is something I know and there is some place I go where you can't go and you would not want to it's far beyond your canvas It's way up in those branches I'm a black song bird Wingless and wild eyed Wild eyed and wingless You know I'd like to see you change the world I know I'd like to see you go inside my friend I'd like to see you change the world from the world within I lie, terrified with my frosty window bride I think I'll take her everywhere She stays close to me she says I am everything she's ever wanted from a mere zoomorphic bird head banshee wailing like a gypsy beneath a pagan moon the rancid groom There's nowhere else I could be then sleeping with my 18 year old velvet queen, she stares at me Wingless and wild eyed Wild eyed and wingless (A God Song For Children) I would like to be god someday so I could destroy everything I would like to be god someday so all things could get blown away and I won't cry, and I won't say "I'm sorry" anymore and I won't cry, and I won't hide and I will lock my door I would like to live in the sky so I can watch as everyone cries and I will wear a big long robe and treat all people just like Job and I won't cry, and I won't say "I'm sorry" anymore and I won't cry, and I won't hide and I will lock my door
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Hermaphrodite Jesus he stands in the doorway he looks in the mirror he likes what he sees He loves his reflection the father the mother a sister or brother to all who believe But I do not believe though I love to watch him bleed It reminds me of my youth back when no one told the truth Hermaphrodite Jesus he sits on the corner he's watching the pantomime clown mock the priest He swallows his laughter then soon follows after they're turning the corner they walk down my street And I wish I lived on Fenton street where the street lights always hum And the star filled skies that twinkle promise "God, he soon will come" Hermaphrodite Jesus he hides in the carport the neighbor's car headlights shine on him, he's scared He stoops and he cowers they call a policeman who came and they seized him and laughed at his hair And Jesus hates policemen for their hearts can know no love That's why every time he sees them man he says "Hey let's beat it. It's the fuzz" Hermaphrodite Jesus he peeks through the keyhole he masturbates watching the postman, his dream But he's holding in laughter because the "coming of Jesus" has a whole different meaning if you know what I mean And I wish I hadn't met him in that coffee shop last year for now there's nothing to look forward to and there's nothing for to fear While all of you were waiting it seems he was already here Which sex shall he be? Each day is a battle He cries behind lipstick and five o'clock shadow He stands in the bathroom stark naked and white Surrounded by mirrors and fluorescent lights And Jesus is on morphine and Jesus is on ludes And Jesus is the perfect pansy prancing in the nude he's got a razor in his right hand he mutilates the flesh He's hiding in the pantry clutching a chicken to his chest singing"Love brother, Love!" Singing "Love brother Love!" Singing "Love brother Love!" Singing "Love brother Love!" And Jesus is on acid and Jesus hates the pope He said that John Paul II smoked up all his dope And Jesus is on Opium and Jesus needs a fix And Jesus is a suffering slave to ritualistic sex Singing "Love brother Love!" Singing "Love brother Love!" Singing "Love brother Love!" Singing "Love brother Love!" Hermaphrodite Jesus he plays the piano he's wearing a bonnet to cover his ears Hermaphrodite Jesus he's wearing sunglasses He's posing for pictures She's man of the year
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If you come with me tonight We will lie in lantern light Oh my sacred concubine You drink my sorrow like sweet wine If we lie beneath this moon I will pour my spell on you I’ll unfold you in the hue of the morning fire And I’ll hold your body frail Beneath the blanket skies of winter And I’ll tell you all the tale Of the blackbird and the widow And he passed in silent meadow But she did not see him there crouching high up in the willow behind feather mask he stared It is death in black winged body And he watched her walking down to lay the flowers of her garden before his stone, upon the mound And the blackbird and the widow And all the spirits of this earth They all weep to know of crying They all ache to know of hurt And we sleep to practice dying And we awake to recall our births And we dream to practice flying For when our souls shall leave this earth
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Ugly Alice 03:34
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Zoomorphic Kingdom (free) 04:34
Spacemen watch me from the woods crocodile eyes beneath their hoods then in some secret place they take me without trace I try to open up my eyes One thousand little antichrists are hovering my bed with strange grey swollen heads and yes I think the mother ship's flown In the zoomorphic kingdom we're never alone Here, in the zoomorphic kingdom all spirits and bones buildings and stones all gone I hid it in the old tin shed the old decapitated head I put it in a box its leathery mask of rot The space boy came into my room with mantis head and silver suit he asks me how I feel I say "Nothing here is real" and yes I used to think I was god In the zoomorphic kingdom we're never alone Here, in the zoomorphic kingdom all spirits and bones buildings and stones all gone Mantis and antichrists they lay me down on the table for surgery They're taking something out then they replace it with something I cannot see Horrible insect girl rubs ointment in my eyes she's trying to comfort me I saw some others there "you look familiar" they say telepathically we speak telepathically Faeries placing sacred stones are peering through my garden wall they watch me as I cry and all good children die and yes I think I'm probably god In the zoomorphic kingdom we're never alone Here, in the zoomorphic kingdom all spirits and bones buildings and stones all gone
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Sitting in silence, hidden in the mother womb Hideous twilight, I can feel me turning into you Consciously fading, they take me to another room Where I am weightless, floating through unconscious avenues I've seen the specters, I heard them calling as my spirit is spiraling skinless in mythical light Suffering Jesus, someone told me that you died for me So I asked him, do you believe everything you read "No" he told me, "But I embrace this philosophy. It's true & I promise, it's been confirmed by people on TV." I've seen the specters, I heard them calling as my spirit is spiraling skinless in mystical light I don't believe you, though you think that you're right Your society tricked you, so just open your eyes Isaiah tells you, Satan was the morning star in 14:12, The fallen angel the son of dawn So now I say, Satan & Jesus they are the same If you don't believe me read Rev. 22:16
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I still remember angel wings that swept across me gently inside your room And you would lie across my chest then without words you would confess through eyes of blue that we just made a moment that will flow forever deep within the heart of you And I know it's still there no matter where we are or what we say or what we do. Let's go back to the mountains let's lie down in the dark and I will swim the frozen stills I found in you fountain heart Yes I was a pauper then but poet still and oh, my friend you were my muse And yes you know i treasure still the way you took me with your will inside of you While all the world was out there changing money, spinning aimlessly upon their wheels We just moved in rhyme lost to time as the sun fell 'neath the windowsill Let's talk about astrology let's sit beneath the stars and you can do my chart and read the part about the way I once stirred your fountain heart We used to lay out in the park until the darkness fell and our bodies yearned And then I'd whisper through your hair the poetry of Baudelaire as candles burned And we would lie cocooned inside your room like butterflies all damp with morning dew I would hold you while you slept and sneak a secret kiss as dreams ran wild in you I know that was so long ago and yes we are apart but sometimes I still wonder if there's any way that I can stir your fountain heart
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Virus 05:35
Terrified, I stare through my telescope eye paralyzed, I see through your mind horrified, I crouch behind derelict eyes no disguise, in naked light and all of the colours in you are colours in me and all of the fear within you is fear within me In my room, I reach through the poisonous light into you, you cry in confusion subtle hues, emit from your eyes into mine I am you, in naked asylum and all of the voices in you are voices in me and all of the secrets in you are secrets in me moonlit bride, I stand in the field where you lie crumpled wings like Lucifer Christ in my gown I spin like a merry go-round scary eyed, please don't crucify me and of the blood that's in you is blood within me and all of the visions in you are visions in me and all of the gods within you are gods within me and all of the worlds within you are worlds within me and all of the spirits in you are spirits in me and all of the poison in you is poison in me and all of the hatred in you is hatred in me and all of the virus in you is virus in me
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Somebody New 01:49
I've got something new to believe in She's waiting down stairs & she's far far better than you I think she'll be with me forever and yes I believe cause she swears to me that it's true Though everything comes, then it goes, then it's through At least that's what happened to me & to you Now there is nothing more that I can do So I found somebody new I've got someone here in my bedroom I open the door & a smile appears on her face She says she's so happy to see me now isn't that strange cause I was thinking the very same thing And yes I believe that we'll both see it through And yes I believe this philosophy true Everything that goes it will come back to you cause I found somebody new

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released October 24, 1997

"Bride of the Asylum finds Damien Youth's music essentially unchanged since the late 1980s. In most artists, that would be a bad thing. In Youth's case, that's a good thing -- first, because his music was good to begin with, and second, because hardly anyone's heard any of it, still, ten years down the line, so it's unsatisfying to accuse him of being stuck in a rut. The fidelity is clearer than on his cassette-only Don't Disturb the Garlands, and he's wise enough to stick to his fairly minimal approach. That means acoustic guitars, a bit of extra instrumentation and percussion, and some background vocals, instead of selling out into a full rock sound. The songs and arrangements are still varied enough to make it avoid homogeneity of texture -- not an easy thing to do when essentially rock artists choose an acoustic format. Most important, though, the songs remain melodic and lyrically eccentric in a way that's interesting, not self-consciously weird or silly. And it's still hard to believe this guy isn't British, so much does it evoke the mood of Robyn Hitchcock crossed with Donovan, without being uncomfortably derivative of either. Despite the gentle ambience, there are some really cutting words here, as on "Hermaphrodite Jesus," enough to get him in trouble for blasphemy even in the 1990s if it got played on certain radio stations. On a different wavelength, "Katie Called Me Lucifer" is fey British-style folk-rock at its most fetching. " - Richie Unterberger

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