FANATIC! (Single)

by Damien Youth

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released 29 September 2010
Photography: Sarah Morrison

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tags: acoustic cult rock demo freak folk indie lo-fi lo-fi psych folk pyschedelic rock acid folk gothic indie rock psychedelic New Orleans

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Track Name: FANATIC! (demo)
FANATIC

"Snuck" in from behind the mask
Leopard skin & hobo rags.
Ostracized my fellow man
Then walk me to my bitter end.

While stumbling along the way
I thought a thing or two to say
I painted on a knowing stare
I sang out loud unholy prayer.

. . . . I was fanatic

On half lit stage with funeral cries
I summon all the bedroom eyes
That swim around like fuck me fish
They're here to grant your every wish

Electric taped, animal boned
dressed as Kelly, candy rolled
She's here to infiltrate the fold.
You can't tell if she's young or old

. . . . She's a fanatic

There's pretty princess Polly Anna
here to take you in all manner
Should you elect to take that ride
we urge you not to go inside

Theres our beautiful chastity
she's got her holy eye on me
her inner curve you'll never see
but still she goes down on her knees
her pretty mouth gets in the way
of everything she wants to say
but that's okay, she seldom speaks
lets all protect our chastity.

. . . . . She's a fanatic

They just want to get in.
They think you are their only friend
You just wanna get out.
You don't know what they're on about
Track Name: Billy Dolls (Acoustic)
BILLY DOLLS

No more angel... No more make-up
No more danger... No more dress-up
No more freak show. . . No more panic
No More Needles. . . No more Billy Dolls

Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors . .
They come to get you.
They know what you like.

No more blood mouth... No more black eye.
No more stitches... No more white lies.
Black eyed Doris. . . Eyeball Flicker

No More Needles. . . No more Billy Dolls

Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
Numb & frozen in peculiar light
Storming violent in the mind of the dying man.
Machine collapsing
Violent fractures

The predators are viscous. . . Their pulse is elevating
The eyeballs getting itchy. . .The mouth is salivating
The derelicts are hungry... They swarm around me baited
The billy dolls are bitching. . . At shadow masturbaters.
We'll rise up from the trenches... Oh make-up boy with razor.
We're marching through the ditches . . . We're dancing on the tables.
We're bitching through the stitches. . . All pink eyed painted soldiers.
We're staring through the fences. . .It's role call billy doll.

Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
Numb & frozen in peculiar light
Storming violent in the mind of the G.I. Joe
They come to get you
And they know what you like.