Damien Youth's PHANTOMS OF FABLES Album. Official pressing on Zygote Records. 2005. (Not a CD-R)
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lyrics
Red ghost mother chased
the screaming idiot savant
out to the black chair room
High orifice devouring
the empty space as carpet dust
floats minuscule
Pre-surgical hysteria
swirls in the minds of lookers on
The waiting room is filled with crinkled eyes
and unread magazine
The bathroom becomes refuge
to the hypodermic recluse
white rooms wait for thee
And now I hear the silence of the sun
As chatter blossoms faces come undone
Irreverent and bold and looking on
Their fate they see and I am the stage
that they stare as they wait for the final play
Aunt Dorothy pulled the car around
in black suit, silent, sitting down
through market street
As window blenders next to me
churns signs and shops
and autumn leaves, I fall asleep
As mediocre monuments
unhinge and blend all Dali-esque
A park bench turns to elephant
amoeba pulse ‘neath flower dress
A street light glows like UFO
as rainbows show their
pots of gold to tired thieves
As clock hands slow undress the time of day
and mornings molestation starts to fade
The telephone rings, tattles what you say
and I am just the book that you read
as you rough draft your autobiography
Should her theories fail to float
she’ll quickly turn
the other coat and side with me
Should she capsize far from shore
on half built rafts of metaphors
she’ll drink the sea
With salty lie of lovers moan
with belly full of suds and foam
She lies on bed of roots and stone
fish eye nipples staring on
A lighthouse beacon cuts the fog
her mermaid bottom slow dissolves
she finds her feet and leaves
Like pyrite glistening golden to the fool
distant stars are divination tools
astrology the science to define
she’s reaching for the stars
and the sun and the moon
for she fears what’s inside the mind
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
supported by 4 fans who also own “Red Ghost Mother”
Excellent medieval folk, IGR, & those with ears to hear. I love the sense of mysticism and deep, introspective ponder this album conveys, & the honest down-to-earth folky lyrics. Simply wonderful yet soulfully rich. Highlights for me are tracks 2, 5, 6, & 12. IGR truly capture what I feel is an authentic sense of a medieval bard at a woodland rill pondering the mysteries of life. Highly recommended. 8.5+/10. Alrihkh
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Done in medieval, wyrdfolk and psychedelic style, there is a deep bell to open and close the recording. An allegorical tale using alchemy as a backdrop, it is very pastoral and haunting. Some instruments included are viola, nyckelharpa, and dulcimer, along with acoustic and electric guitars, keyboards and percussion. The phantasmagoric story that ensues once the vocals begin is best listened to from start to finish for full effect. Favourite Track: The Serpent Nickie Harte Kelly