STITCHES

by Damien Youth

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    Stitches is a compilation of tracks recorded during the Phantoms Of Fables sessions, that were not featured on that album. It's an eclectic blend for the puzzle piece collectors.

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released 24 February 2005

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Track Name: Golden Silence
Bedroom ballerina, beautiful and frail
Standing in the doorway, trembling and pale
Staring at the ceiling, speaking very slow
Walls, they come between us, she walks out in the snow
In golden silence she slipped away
In golden silence she slipped away

Moth coat Magdalena, these pavements never end
The city lights seduced you, the days erased your friends
She sinks into the shadows, like buzzard wings, unfold
Lost angel silhouetting, ‘neath halo made of crows
In golden silence she slipped away
In golden silence she slipped away
Track Name: Timothy & Jane
Panicked she wakes up and says I can’t believe it’s Saturday
Lucky girl, lucky girl, throwing everything away
Pealing off the days like onion layers from a dying sun Comatose, comatose, terrifying everyone

And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone
And if she wants to she can break it, She’s the only one
And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone
Yeah, if it’s hers she’s going to take it. If it’s hers she’s going to take it

I don’t want to be the one who tries to pull her through her days
And I don’t want to be the one who follows when she runs away
Timothy and Jane said they can’t get her on the telephone
Go away, go away, won’t you leave us all alone

And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone
And if she wants to she can break it, She’s the only one
And if it’s hers she’s going to take it, forget everyone
Yea, if she wants to she can break it
If she wants to she can break it

I was in a mental relapse, caused by panic, lost to contact. Moving slowly through the patterns, cold convulsions, brain cells scatter

And if it’s hers she going to take it, forget everyone
And if she says she going to take it, angels in the sun
Yea if she says she’s going to take it, forget everyone
Yeah if it’s hers she going to take it
If it’s hers she’s going to take it

I won’t go where the world won’t go cause I’m all mixed up inside
I won’t go where the world won’t go cause there’s no where left to hide
I won’t go where the world won’t go cause I’m all messed up inside
I won’t go where the world won’t go when there’s no where left to hide
Track Name: Hex
First you get trapped in a holy quagmire
Then you get caught in a violent crossfire
Body flung hung in a fence of barb wire.
Cold in the hold of the evil empire
And 1000 lies can’t recompense
One stolen morsel of evidence
And the truth it isn’t yours to taint
painting the killers to be holy saints.

Manifest hex, manifesto text-less
Genuflect blessed chanting silent, sexless
Polymorph warped aiming poison thistles
Anonym grim, dropping holy missiles
And we’re blowing up the new frontiers
Taking no prisoners or volunteers
And we’re starting up a new crusade
If you will join us, maybe you’ll be saved.

Sycophant rants in a temple tantrum
Cherry picks verse from the book of phantoms
Staring wet gilled over picket fences
Wrapped in a flag grinning yellow dentures

And the truth is in the eyes of the blind
For the beholder, just beholds the lie
In the dichotomy of untold truths
There starving sovereignty to feed institutes.
And when you can’t atone for all your sins
You would do better to plead ignorance
And even if you sow you cannot reap
For now the shepherds out number the sheep
Track Name: Gone Clean
I wanted to tell you, I’m off the medication
I’m back in the city, I’m staying in a hotel room
Broke all my connections, now life’s a month of Sundays
I’ll give you directions, if you think you’ll come and see me

From my window I can see December’s moon
And I would love it girl if you could see it to
But all my friends say I should stay away from you
At least until you’re better too

I wanted to tell you, I’ve been feeling kind of homesick
Incarcerated in myself, waiting like a convict
I’m throwing my calendar away, I’ve got one eye on the exit
Freedom is never far away, in fact I’d say it’s only 12 steps

So if you think dear that you might be in the mood
I’ll leave a key above the doorway of my room
And it’s okay to bring one needle and a spoon
But remember, just enough... for you... for you...
Track Name: Wasting My Prayers
I don’t know what the people know about Joan Marie
The black eyed queen of the secret fallen industry
She lost her soul in a violent cold conspiracy
Where no tears cry from the frozen eyes of anonymity

And she had blood on her fingers , And he had mud on his hands
And he felt heart broke and lingered, And she just made a new plan
And she had blood on her fingers , And he had mud on his hands
And he felt heart broke and lingered, Yea he felt heart broke and lingered

I don’t know why the people lie, I don’t honestly
And I won’t break when they interrogate me like Joan Marie
I’ve no respect for the architects of this industry
I have no fears and I’ll cry no tears for you Joan Marie

Cause you’ve got blood on your fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
Yea you’ve got blood on your fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
And she’s got mouths full of locust, And I’ve got scars on my skin
Yea I’ve got scars on my skin, I’ve got scars on my skin

No more wasting my prayers on angels
No more wasting my prayers on angels
No more wasting my prayers on angels
No more wasting my prayers on angels

I won’t lie... I won’t... I won’t lie...I won’t

She’s got blood on her fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
And I felt heart broke and lingered, And she just made a new plan
And she’s got blood on her fingers, And I’ve got mud on my hands
And she’s got mouths full of locust, And I’ve got scars on my skin
Track Name: Sunday Room
I don’t want to be this way forever
In my hollow full of poor man’s treasures
Scattering my seeds but never reaping what I so

The fading memories of half-lit lovers
Are all I keep in this old box of letters
A doorway to a dream, that leads me back into your Sunday room

I found a photograph of you in a dusty book of poetry, I put away
It takes me back to pagan moons, lying lost inside your Sunday room

Could have slept inside your arms forever
In your holy room of silk and feathers
With your candle, burning glow
Through frosty window in your Sunday room.

I could have sat all night and watched you sleeping
As you stir beneath your web of dreaming
Your silence bitter sweet
A fallen angel sleeps the day away.

I found a photograph of you in a dusty book of poetry, I put away
It takes me back to pagan moons, lying lost inside your Sunday room
Track Name: Joe (Don't Listen To The Man)
My California, isn’t your California
And my addiction, isn’t like your addiction
My holy love song, isn’t your holy love song
My lonely sunrise, isn’t your lovely sunrise

So don’t bully fuck me
say you got me figured out
don’t try to encage me, define or enslave me
Cause I’m going to make it known,
We’re down here on our own
And What ever they tell you, they’re just trying to sell you
So don’t super impose, your ugly egos, over everything unknown

Your New York city, isn’t, my New York city
And your holy vision, isn’t my holy vision
And your Armageddon, shouldn’t be my Armageddon
But your war of nations, now is, my war of nations

So don’t compromise me, don’t tell me what I need
Don’t tell us we’re brothers, then to kill one another
You say we’re not alone, Our actions are condoned
By a god who plays shepherd, while his lambs all get slaughtered
Cause you’ve super imposed, your ugly egos, over everything we know

Joe don’t listen to the man, It’s just another Vietnam,
The blood you spill is not for the land, it’s for the money changing hands
And they tell you Christ is on his throne and all your actions are condoned
But the scripture reads, if truth be known, the only blood he spilled, it was his own
And like a murderer knows not how to feel, a martyr knows not how to kill
And if the world goes to the meek....why not turn the other cheek?
why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek?
Track Name: Redeye Flight
Terrified, stoned and miles from home
I’m standing on the outside, in the streetlight
On the telephone, throwing shadows at the wall
When all I ever wanted was to be the one
Who wakes you up at midnight, in the moonlight
Half asleep, in a dream, lost in your hair

And I don’t know if I can make it home, I want to catch the redeye flight
So I can be there when the morning wipes the stardust from your eyes
But I don’t know if I can make it there, I wish that time was on my side
So I could be there when the morning light wipes stardust from your eyes

Playing all the time can be suicide
I’m living out the high-life in the low-light
So colorful, but the moment wasn’t right
They’re clearing off the floor, they close the door
The take home’s not enough to... take me home
And my medicine will not see me through the night

And I don’t know if I can make it home, I want to catch the redeye flight
So I can be there when the morning wipes the stardust from your eyes
But I don’t know if I can make it there, Time was never on my side
Oh I could be there when the morning light wipes stardust from your eyes
Track Name: I'm So Sick Of Her
24 hours and I still don’t care, I’m glad that you’re away from here
I’m disconnected from the world, I know, I know, oh no
I can see the shadows on the wall, I can hear the voices call
The telepath is telling me, don’t jump, don’t jump, just fall

And I’m so sick of her, she’s terrified of everyone
She’s not like any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse
And I’m so through with her, don’t want to see her anymore. Or really any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse

I don’t even know if I’ve convinced myself, that I’ll believe in someone else
I’m nicely isolated and I like it fine, alright, alright, alright
And I don’t think she’ll ever really understand, that I don’t need a helping hand
I can scatter my own seed alone, alone, alone

And I’m so sick of her, she’s terrified of everyone
She’s not like any other girl, she’s worse, she’s worse, she’s worse
And I’m so through with her, don’t want to see her anymore. Or really any other girl, no more, no more, no more
Track Name: Waiting To Die
I’ve been aware for sometime though my offerings are many they’ll be shared by the few
And all of the hours I spent bleeding visions from shadows will be lost in this room.
The roar of my childhood sun fades like a flickering ember I’m lost 'neath the sky
Waiting to die... Waiting to die...

Do you remember the time that we walked through the meadows and we sat in the sun
You kissed my face as the wind brought us singing of sparrows and your hair came undone
Who would have thought that those warm hands of time would make strangers out of both of us now
Alone now we lie... Waiting to die...

I was the one who thought wisdom the prize of our journey but our travels are done.
And all that we have are the vapors of memories fading life’s weaving unspun
You were the one who thought narrow the path that is righteous still, the steps, you took none... Close your eyes... Waiting to die... Waiting to die...
Track Name: Stitches
This is what she wants from me
Staring with her dying soul
Spinning on the violent wheel
Silent as our lives unfold
Children on the killing ground
I wonder why she comes around
She’s always looking straight at me
She never spots the enemy
She never spots her enemy
this is your world
this is my world
Angelique

I wonder what she wants from me
I never say the same thing twice
I’m always staring down the sink
And never mind the lights are out
It’s ugly when we don’t agree
I wonder what it’s all about
I wonder what you want from me
I heard you got your stitches out

This is what she said to me
Staring with her dying soul
Spinning on the violent wheel
Silent as our life unfolds
There’s children on the killing ground
I wonder why you come around
I wonder why you look at me
You never spot your enemy
Until you’re hanging from their tree
I wonder what it’s all about
I heard you got your stitches out
I wonder what it’s all about
This is my world
This is your world
This is your world
Now everything is upside down
I heard you got your stitches out
I’m glad you got your stitches out
Glad you got your stitches out
Track Name: Procrastinator
You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it
You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it
You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it
You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it

And you’re staring at the sun just to see the light
And I’m waiting for the moon just to say goodnight
And you never say a word ‘cause you know you’re right
And I know you’re never right, but I never say a word about it

You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it
You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it
You don’t want to say it’s true and I don’t want to deny it
You don’t know what you should do and I think you ought to try it

And you’re staring at the sun just to see the light
And I’m waiting for the moon just to say goodnight
And you never say a word ‘cause you know you’re right
And I know you’re never right, So I never say a word about it

There are no chairs in the church of your philosophy
There are no doors in your office of psychology
There are no cradles in your spiritual nursery
There are no colors on your pinwheel of diversity

There are no chairs in the church of your philosophy
There are no doors in your office of psychology
There are no cradles in your spiritual nursery
There are no colors on your pinwheel of diversity
Track Name: Bad DNA
What is life but another boring epitaph
Bleeding by in the television glow
We have a lot to think about
Burning all our days in this paper town
Wings of hours fan the flames
As my reflection stares at me
Like God’s aborted experiment with sculpted clay
Wind blown dry dust away

Tangled in the silver web domestica
Waiting for the spider to take hold
I wrote my poems upon the breeze
They flutter from the branch on unfastened leaves
I am skeleton tree
Standing alone upon a hill
Scarecrow casting shadows in the winter fields
looming mulberry gray

Widow memory wrap my days in cellophane
Seal them with a teardrop from your eye
I am the ghost inside the page
Though once I was an architect of coming days
I was bad DNA
Now I’m a traveler of time,
Authoring the journey to inside your mind
With my cold churchyard rhymes
When I used to sing....
Emily Lane...
Carolyn Gray..
When I used to sing
Agatha Crain...
Jonathan Child...