THE CITIZEN

by Damien Youth

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released 13 January 2011
Cover art: www.sarahmorrisonphotography.com
Location: Grand Midway Hotel

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Track Name: The Citizen
We are not citizens here, we don't belong
But we have always been here, this cage of bone
Spirit glow through sprinkling flow of atoms
a hollow hold of holy ghosts in mantra
Spirit glow through sprinkling flow of atoms
hollow hold of holy ghosts in mantra

When your life has come & gone
skies kiss the trees
Empty eyes behold a throne
mind kiss the dream

We're not supposed to be here, something went wrong
Let me be perfectly clear, been here too long.
Spirit churns in the sickening burn of bulb light
Static glow of a flickering soul that breathes life
Spirit churns in the sickening burn of bulb light
Static grows to a flickering soul that breathes life

Witchcraft mantra sorcery, prayer is spell
Whispering, mantra, memories, fading to pale

I am not citizen here, something went wrong.
Track Name: Mosley
One man wakes in a feather bed,
man of the world but not free to himself
One man wakes in the alleyway,
despises the world yet is free to himself
One man looks in the mirror
he's never looked clearer except that time before
One man looks at himself
and sees nobody else just the rest of the world

A shadow creeps out of the mansion
it's leading the man who belongs to this world
Lone cold stone silhouette
is confining the man who is free to himself
Cold, strewn, there on the bedroom floor
the candles are lit, there's his hat by the door
A blanket, marred with the daily news,
there by the hat that is filled up with change
Track Name: Ghost Weave
I don't know if I confessed, but if I did it was duress
that caused me to say all those lies, to broken soul's water eyes, that search but never understood, that sometimes poison does you good & sometimes medicine won't mend, or heal, or save you from your bitter end.

Sorry if I led you on with fairytale & pauper songs.
I didn't mean to trick your soul to chase me through the rabbit hole & lead you to this crystal stream, these polymorphic summonings where all that threads the souls will weave, the ghost of you into the ghost of me.

I didn't mean to stare at you, the skylines fade to gray from blue, The sun sinks blazing 'neath the shade, when night erased away our days.
Don't blame me if you perceive the words I say as come from me, for I like you search through the clues, to try and understand the haunted muse.

Underneath the chalice flow, the cutting blade
Frozen in the mental ward, black harlequin
Wraith in polymorphic glow, hovering the child divine
Staring through the hieroglyph, enshrined
Underneath the chalice flow, the cutting blade
Frozen in the mental ward, black harlequin
Wraith in polymorphic glow, hovering the child divine
Staring through the holograms, enshrined
Track Name: A Pauper's Shrine
She always saw me as someone else
She never knew me the way the shadows knew me
Fortunately she was free from the snares of my path
She always lived in a silent shell
Her soul awaiting the promise of tomorrow
Lost in the hollow, she swallows the spider called dream

I'm going to take her through the forest
Then on one holy night
Leave her alone with a box full of songs & old toys
I'm going to leave this for to follow
Call it the sacred key
Unshackling time, there are ghost in the pauper's shrine
And I don't want to shake you up but
I don't think you ever knew my name

I used to live in a pauper's cage
The skeleton a book of unread pages
Borrowing lines from the minds of the passers by
I know I'll never assimilate
I used to want to blend deep into the pattern
Feel the vibrations of ghost in harmonious flow

They've come to orphan all my children
They've come to block the light
I'm sorry I left you alone oh my fatherless child
I brought you deep into the city
Then on one neon night
Left you alone on the streets with a ghost & a child
And I don't mean to bring you pain but
I don't think you ever knew my name

I always kept it inside myself
You never knew me the way the shadows knew me
Fortunately you are free from the ghosts of my past.
Track Name: Harvester (Song to DJ)
Give me the reason why we should go in there give it one more try. You see it in my eyes I will go nowhere.
My walls are closing in on this parlor room drenched in kerosene. It's black dreams that brought you here to my door impaired

And to a speaker in a room, you'd been quarantined
And through the static of the wires you did pollinate
Through the crawlspace above the haze you infest from there.
Through a current in my brain you are nestled there

Makeshift, the days did sift us to common place in this ugly race. Cold stare we concentrate with our pulse's fate.
Unweave those garden sleeves that your soul once wore in this corridor. Cut down these hours harvesting never more

And with your Tarot's all aligned you cold calibrate
And in your Zodialogical days you black eye meditate
And in that closet there's a cure with glowing angel arms.
Summoning spirits to your womb envisioning animal parts.

We've got the reason why we are in this room with our devil eyes.We know that we're not going anywhere.
Track Name: Mr Serendipity (A Monster's Theme)
When I was a child I was frightened of the night
now that I am older I am frightened of the light
For in truth I've turned into that thing I feared I'd see
if I woke up from the nightmare when I was a boy of three

When I was a child I was frightened by the sound
of branches tapping windows as the breeze came blowing 'round.
Now that I am older I only wish that I could hear
just exactly what it was about that sound I used to fear

That's the thing you never see your old friend Serendipity until at last he goes away to hide behind the coming days.
And when those coming days are gone you'll recognize his lonely song. Familiar will be his face, but now there is a stranger in his place

When I was a boy oh the many nights I'd cry
My father's hand would strike me down & I'd pray that he would die.
But now I only wish that I still had my father's hands
To lift me up, for to guide me to the far off promise land

When I was a child I did not want to be alone
I would sit & wait in window for my family to come home.
Now the years have passed & all I really want to say
is close those curtains, turn that light off, make the world all go away

That's the thing you never see your old friend Serendipity, until at last he goes away to hide behind the coming days.
And when those coming days are gone you'll recognize his lonely song. Familiar will be his face, but now there is a stranger in your place.

So if you are a young one please never question lies
Just believe them when they tell you your soul will never die.
For now that I am dying, I only wish I could not see
through all the smoke & all the mirrors at the monster that is me.
Track Name: Coat & Cane
I have no place to go, in your collapsing hand
I have no name to call, I can't have someone unless someone's been had, jinxed within the womb of my world

I am no test for time. It knows quite well my kind
Erase that borderline. Is there one place in this world I can hide, from growing brittle & cold.

There is no grace with time. So furrow neath the vine. And soon with coat & cane. I'll hobble 'long my way, to no place left to go, then lie down in the hole
or swirl through the Zen, ashes on the wind or float above the stream or wake up in a dream.

There is no proof for this. There's only manuscript.
Just piss ant words in line. Still burning, marching, releasing elixirs through time that still poison the mind.
We are but water worth. Each droplet on a leaf
in wind storm, hanging on, engulfed & trembling, lost to the rush of the gale, till we are all broken & pale.

There is no grace with time. So furrow neath the vine. For soon with coat & cane. You'll join the mortal chain. And hobble on your way, to no place left to go, then lie down in the hole or swirl through your Zen, ashes on the wind or float above the stream or wake up in a dream or snake along the maze, through Archimedes days, Archimedes days.
Track Name: Iggy's Theme
When your heroes will not die
They just shrink before your eyes
And the myths that gave them life
these gluttons eat with fork & knife
gluttons eat with fork & knife

When their mortal husk remains
Watch the light of their sustain
Growing dim 'neath tattered veils
Upon old ego they're impaled
Upon his ego he's impaled
For only martyrs hang from nails

When all their cries for help called songs
is all that moves the days along
Then a small group gathers 'round
to watch him buried above ground
They watch him buried above ground
To search for one familiar sound

When the artist never dies
Then he forges his old life
Counterfeit, the greatest crime
Staring cold through barters eyes
He now stares cold through barters eyes
Selling what he would not buy
Selling what he would not buy
Oh, but what more can you do
when you out live your own muse
Oh, but what more can you do
when you out live your own muse
Track Name: I Am Gone (Medicine Jones)
I am gone, I am empty vessel.
No more song, only silence in me.
I swim through light, fade into white.
Fade into white...

I am gone, no more fractured creature.
I am lost, in a forest filled with
souls wandering down. I follow them.
That's where I am...

Medicine Jones, you'll spend your life alone
Medicine Jones, you'll spend your life alone
Medicine Jones, you'll spend your life alone

I am gone, no more holy midnights.
No more stars, only candles burning.
Where is your flame? I have no name,
I have no name...

There is no medicine
There is no medicine
There is no medicine
There is no medicine
There is no medicine
There is no medicine
Track Name: Banish (A Serial Killer's Theme)
World please go away, banish me, from this flux of days, this blind man's maze all fuck white in medicine glazed, in skeletal horror hosts, in vulture's garden, confined to the labor row.

And I would have swooped upon you with my falcon eye in shadow quest, to feast upon your bloated breast. Child mouth salivates, to suck up your candy breath, trembling, from the horror host.

Black tongue angel songs, poison & delicate
Body strewn jettison, ripped tits & spider winged.
Injecting the chemical streams, that spin the ghost dream.

And I would have crept upon her in that down stairs room the ugly girl, sits listening to Victrola songs, paralyzed in rape rags & brittle boned. She is all alone propped in Victorian home. Catatonic host. Weeps broken lullabies

Ghost larval copulance, flows from the bloody lips.
Vomits through angel grin, drips on the bellies of cherubim

And I would have crushed her naked in the dying room the crippled girl, who twitched beneath a body fucked violently, by hell headed bully boy.
Who threatened Rosalie, the fat girl in the upstairs room. Who woke me with thunder steps, blubbering whorish & out of tune.

I bloody her apple red smile...
I blanket her cries for air..
I held her down by her hair . . .
I stabbed out her liquid stare . . .
Broke knuckle bandages. . . .

And I would have crept upon you in that moonlit glade. The horror host still praying to it's holy ghost.
Suffer me, that I might endure these days.
When we go on too long, something is bound to go wrong. Banish me, oh banish me....banish me....