1. |
Artemis
04:21
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Sitting solitaire on Tolstoy afternoons
watching as that two face moon
tries tricking me
through rustling leaves
into shepherd sleep
With all her science
and her romance
and mythologies
she’s trying to cast her spell on me
my soul released to velvet glow
Flow through lunar bliss
to stranger’s kiss
on the holy wings of Artemis
Alone beneath the gingham swirl
of gorgeous nights
I lie awake and wonder
oh how many lonely nights
can I afford myself
looking in the eyes of no one else
Chastised by the church bell chimes
beat down by the hands of time
wake up on the floor and find
I can’t recall her name or my state of mind
Untold truths and misspent trust
I don’t miss you, I miss the both us
I don't just miss you, I miss both of us
Tripping down the jigsaw jazz
of city streets
morning sunlight through the trees
wraps the day in cellophane
swirling all around me in off key harmony
voices carry on the breeze
on my odyssey for amnesty
On my lonely search for Artemis
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2. |
Hope
03:57
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Back when Prometheus had kept you in his jar
then let you out to watch you shooting like a star
and everybody there had wondered who you are
I know, I know, I know
For I had watched you from the corner of the sky
Your spirit spinning through the orbits of my eye
and I could conjure you if only I could cry
I know, I know, I know
I saw your ghost in this room
you were hovering cold
in puddles of twilight
You storm through violent squares
pulsing, vision impaired
like some harlequin nomad
I saw you trapped in a skin
like a magical jinn
a serious no show
He’s got you chained to his wall
but this chasm is swirling
your spirit right out of his hold
Back when Prometheus had kept you in his jar
then let you out to watch you shooting like a star
and all the silent children wondered who you are
I know, I know, I know
For I had followed you through fields of icy snow
your spirit moving through a labyrinth of ghost
Then slow ascending through a circle like a star
I know, I know, I know
I saw your ghost in this room
you were hovering cold
in puddles of twilight
You storm through violent squares
pulsing, vision impaired
like some harlequin nomad
I saw you trapped in a skin
like a magical jinn
a serious no show
He’s got you chained to his wall
but this chasm is swirling
your spirit right out of his hold
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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3. |
Red Ghost Mother
04:01
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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
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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4. |
Anastacia
05:19
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Go away, I don’t want to see you anymore,
I don’t want to see you in my room beneath my silent cloud.
Blow away, I don’t want to be here anymore
I don’t want to lie beneath those stars here in your world
spin round.
As solemn as an epitaph in grassy lawns,
she stands beside my bedside like a hologram
I don’t want you, I don’t need a friend
I don’t love you and I won’t let you in... Anastasia
Go away, I don’t want to see you anymore,
I feel your sunlight shining through my trees,
incinerating me.
I guess I’ll be the one to put you in your place
to send you sailing soulless from the human race
We don’t want you, we don’t need a friend
We don’t love you and we won’t let you in... Anastasia
I’m breaking all the flowers that you sent to me
(Anastasia)
I burned your letters with your effigy
(Anastasia)
and when you lie beneath your plot of stone
(Anastasia)
may maggots eat your flesh down to the bone
(Anastasia)
and may you spend your elder years alone
(Anastasia)
hallucinating that you're miles from home
(Anastasia)
In case you're wondering, yes, you’re in this song
(Anastasia)
When you thought I hated you, you were not wrong
(Anastasia)
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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5. |
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Sally left her coat out in the rain
buckle shoes, umbrella lie in streams
from paint box the colors run
from cold blue to indigo
solemn the days did come
still solemn they go
and the rain came down
Teardrops trickle down her window room
grey clouds gather weeping out their hue
from white dress young Sunday girl
to black clad dark misty eyes
these hours were not your friend
your garden doth die
and the sands came down
Sally rides her bike up to the square
strides of silent wonder, blue eyes stare
her cottage sinks far away
over her shoulder small
the pathway snakes endlessly
its ending unknown
still she moves along
Sally sits out by the forest edge
picking all the burrows from her hair
untangle the messy brier
tender locks fall undone
like black velvet orphan child
no friend to the sun
(she says)
These days are but molecules
gathering flow recklessly
and chemical spools are we
each swirling un-spun
still the days come down
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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6. |
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Late one night by chance I spied
a stranger, yet familiar guy
Twas distant down an alleyway
half shadow cast all black and grey
The night was thick with humming wires
street lamps swayed to touch the spires
Bedroom windows dimmed like ember
in December’s frown
Pre legendary then
my phantom friend
Still lurking 'round the bin
in street light dim
my phantom friend
Amidst the poetry of night
a staggering form, no fancy flight
did wander, thus did intersect
distracting me as I reflect
Like exclamation out of place
he steered his form to match my pace
I turned too late, he’s at my side,
though drunk, doth syncopate my stride
Dare not glance peripheral
to not see what’s visible
beyond what I could perpetrate
increase my pace
I deviate.
Racing running
my lair swelling in my sight
Up the stairway
turning on my bedroom light
footsteps echo
down the dusty corridors of night
Down the hallway
closing all the curtains
and I block the doorways
still I hear him coming
Breathing, stumbling
slow across the floors.
And as I opened up my door
to search the dusty corridors
A phantom standing, not quite clad
save railway boots and cowboy hat
With flannel shirt and blue jean vest
just looming there all Rogeresque.
Phantom friend
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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7. |
Freaked Out
03:03
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I’m freaked out
the world keeps spinning
like the sun spun yarn of a
spider web wrapping around
I can’t move and the days keep
burning down around
its pages are turning
I strike out
but there’s no connection
this fall from grace
wasn’t misdirected at me
I never planned to be more than
what you see right now
the man who’s a cold black sycophant
riding the hours
hating the obvious
telling the powers that be. . .
I don’t want to be here anymore
I don’t want to do this all again
So save a picture of me in your mind
because when it ends it really ends
I lay low
when my days get static
I wanna run away
but the clock keeps laughing at me
The spotlight
cuts the night and follows me
to where morning is waiting
I sit up and close the curtain
I lay back down because my days
are hurting me more
and they say it's the life I’m leading
I shoot that down
It’s more like the other way around
Riding the hours
hating the obvious
telling the powers that be. . .
I don’t want to be here anymore
I don’t want to do this all again
so save a picture of me in your mind
because when it ends it really is the end.
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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8. |
Doll Child
02:34
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I guess you’re still upset about Sunday, was it something I didn’t say?
I never claimed that I was a poet, I never had to anyway.
As playful as an alley cat, she climbs into my bed.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of you, c’mon, you know that I did.
I close my eyes, I reach for my pen, I sit very still,
I write for you a romantic song to make up for wrong.
I guess you won’t be coming ‘round Mondays like you used to do,
when I would dress you up like a doll child and cover you in glue.
As obvious as an elephant in short skirt and pink fuzzy shoes.
She tries to pretend she’s innocent, but we know what she wanted to do.
She closed her eyes, she kicked off her shoes,
she pulled down the shades
I swear to god she reminds me of you
Like Elvis is to heart attacks or black blind men are to blues,
she is to nymphomania and also she reminds me of you...
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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9. |
There Goes My Girl
03:09
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There goes my girl
there goes my whole wide world
As seasons change
her flower folds and fades
I’m sitting up thinking to myself
I want her and there ain’t no body else
gonna make me feel the same way
There goes my girl
there goes my perfect girl
Her solemn face
the tears won’t wash away
I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself
but I’ll never feel for anybody else
and I really can’t afford to
There goes my girl
there goes my perfect world
September rains
I watch her walk away
I’m walking down the side of that road
I don’t care how far it’s gonna go
because my destination’s unknown
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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10. |
Valentine Boyfriend
04:23
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I’ll be your valentine boyfriend
I’ll give you hearts made of paper
glitter and glue
I’ll write you into my story
and if the ending’s not happy
I’ll rewrite it for you
I may not bring home the millions
but I'll still give you my coat dear
when it’s starting to rain
And no I may not be so handsome
but I've got charm as my fortune
and wisdom my wage.
She is my funny face girlfriend
in her Easter pink stockings
and her hair like a bird's nest
Beneath her Christmas light hallow
slowly, she puts her head on my shoulder
and I’m lost to the night
Just like a maid ‘neath the Maypole
she dances around in my castle
waiting for a slow kiss.
As I decipher her mantra
I get lost in her eyes
my little harlequin dancer
with your mystery smile
I am the heart round her arrow
and she’s the face in my window
staring like a black cat
We are like phantoms of fables
both of us, getting lost as the days flow
faster into jet black
Into spider webs of abstract
just moving along the road map of life
past Jack-o-lantern smoke stacks
the gypsies on the freeway
the jokers in the rat race
keeping to the slow pace
as the sun is sinking slowly
beneath the fields and the factories
we're taking all the back streets
sleeping in the back seat
I listen to her heart beat
I listen to her heart beat
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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11. |
Lies We Tell
05:12
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Oh god is that really you
and after all of these years
must have been out of my mind
I didn’t know you were here
Got caught up with a friend
we went out for a ride
then we stopped in for a drink
and just to murder some time
Tell me, how have you been
hope you've been keeping warm
are you still there in the city
or did you move to the farm
and all those plans that you made
did you see them all through
or did you take it in stride
and do the best you could do
There are lies we never tell
but we mean them just the same
There are feelings that we feel
that there are no words to say
Me, I’m doing just fine
nothing much has changed
except a wife and a child
and a home on the range
I still sit up all night
writing songs for no one
I go to sleep with the sun
and with my room all undone
I still keep telling myself
I’ll be discovered some day
If only time is the cost
then the price I’ll have paid
to build my legacy
my philosophies
lost immortality
There are lies we tell ourselves
sometimes others go along
There are feelings that we feel
even though we know they’re wrong
OK, we’re back in this room
and I must confess
I saw you right from the start
because you were wearing that dress
But when I looked at you
your eyes looked away
so I turned to me friend
and wished that you’d go away
because there’s nothing to say
I like to tell myself there’s nothing left to say
When there’s too much to say
I always tell myself there’s nothing left to say
There are times when all we have
well it still seems far away
And there are nights when all we want
doesn’t seem like much to me
And there are fears we never say
because we hope they’ll go away
And there are secret tears we shed
as we turn our backs in bed
There are lies we never tell
but we meant to anyway
There are things we’ve never felt
but we said them anyway
Like “Me, I’m doing just fine.”
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12. |
Spy In My Tree
04:28
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Amalgamation of the fold,
black tie choking growing old.
With all my luminaries
pissed off to the cemeteries.
All cloaked in anonymity,
the prize is bigger than we think
or so I tell myself right before I sink.
Turn out the lights in the night,
close the curtain call Andy
On the phone in my home
like some typical Stanley
Hear a sound, write it down,
with my eye to the keyhole
Like a ghost in a coat
in a room full of beetles
Close the door, drop the latch,
I’ll keep waiting in wonder
While the clock on the wall
keeps on vomiting numbers
There’s a spy in my tree
and he’s watching me sleeping
The alarm starts to ring.
Culture junkie, holy hybrid,
post punk, anti-hippie freak.
A fanzine Pharaoh, spits prolific,
still it counts for zero.
In blacklight banter, rock god mantra,
I dismantle minions.
Emulate the flight of fallen heroes.
Dead like a head in a bed
with no body beneath it,
with a hat and a comb
and a mouth full of speeches
Staring up at the fan
as it spins in slow motion,
There’s a buzz in the air,
there’s a fly in my lotion
There’s a muse in my room
and she’s touching me gently
There’s a voice in my head
but the pill box is empty.
There’s a spy in my tree
and he’s watching me sleeping
The alarm starts to ring.
I stand on stage
a victim of inquisition.
Yellow light beams down,
truth rose from shadow.
Lorikeets chatter
as the pig heads breathe
their smoke into the air,
as glances turn to stare,
in this beast head battle.
Run to the car, there’s a star
on the door where I’m staying.
There’s a man over there
and he knows what we’re saying.
That’s okay, drive away,
get me back to Golgotha.
Keep an eye on the sky
for the black helicopter.
There’s a spy in my tree
and he’s watching me sleeping
The alarm starts to ring.
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13. |
Rooms Of December
03:30
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I don’t want to go
silent in my room
stare at fields of snow
through frosty windows
Death’s a latch away
love is in her grave
flowers in the vase
ghost in the gables
And in December rooms
I lock all my doors
In fire light and shadow play
I lie on the floor
as the mantra of passing days
dulls to a drone
I’m lost in my home, far away
lost in the rooms of December
Lost in retrospect
all forms silhouette
sounds I can’t detect
life slipping by me
The contours of my face
I never can erase
scribble out the child
that now dies inside me
Lost souls on apathy
who squandered their youth
make up the hierarchy
that murders the truth
to camouflage entropy
but there is no use
you know it’s a lie
You’ll die in the room of December
The seasons they used to come
sweet winds to the sail
now they come solemn
as a lowering pail
to rob all your water worth
and empty your well
as you die in the room of December
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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14. |
Don't Want To be
03:38
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Late night all alone soul winter freeze
Midnight shadows try to trick me into sleeping
Childhood self bid fare thee well
faint voice echo life’s a fairytale
trail away from me...
and I don’t want to be
In my garden days of no regret
brown leaves scattering in their minuet
life’s brittle pages crumple in the wind
forming the wings of the Seraphim
who wait for me...
and I don’t want to be
Half lit lovers lost to dusty rooms
behind long shadows of afternoon
in the ghost winds they fall from flight
and sink like treasure in an old man’s eyes
lost at sea...
and I don’t want to be
Ancient philosophers who said they knew
now dime store prophets in a medicine show
the artist steals his colors from the eye
and he uses them to paint the lie
and the poet is a thief
and I don’t want to be
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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15. |
Dead Relative
03:35
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I’m going back in my mind
I’m getting lost in the currents
I’m going to open that door
float out of the forest
I’m rising over that wall
staring down at the valley
and every thing is wrong
I’m going out of my mind
I’m going to swim through the violence
I’m going to sever those ties
between energy and matter
My words will stick in your brain
splatter in the blood cave
Hieroglyphic blood stains
screaming down the hallways
that everything is light.
I’m coming into your room
I’m standing over your body
I’m going to reach in your mind
I’m going to fuck up your science
I’m coming into your home
I’m going to stir up your silence
until everything is gone
and everything is wrong
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16. |
Galaxies
05:38
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Galaxy, galaxy, will you be my doorway?
I can see entities, floating all through space.
Galaxy, galaxy, I will be my doorway.
I can come into you, unfurl in the sun.
And she said, I will be your doorway.
I will take you home. I will be your stairway.
I will make you whole.
Galaxy, galaxy, will you be my window?
Volunteer, volunteer, will you take me home?
Galaxy, galaxy, will you be my stairway?
We are here, we are here, we are all but one.
And she said, I will be your stairway.
I will take you home. I will be your doorway.
I will make you whole.
Galaxy, galaxy, will you be my doorway?
I can see entities, floating in your face.
And she said, I will be your doorway.
I will take you home. I will be your stairway.
I will make you whole.
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth
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17. |
Phantom Wheels (Bonus)
04:03
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Johnny told the man
we’re not sticking with the plan
we’re trying to find a new way.
And he said we have a choice
but I never found my voice
in that revolution peace craze.
You can take it to the streets
you can raise it up on every sign
But they’ll just knock you off your feet
and push you back in line.
I have no faith in gods
or the saving grace of love
I’ve no hope for all humanity.
No I won’t participate
I won’t vote and I won’t pray
That’s just spinning phantom wheels to me.
They raise up holy martyrs
say they died for you and me.
But the truth be known
it was us who killed them anyway.
It’s selfish if you think
all existence is in sync
with what you feel or what is in your mind.
It’s not humble, it’s not wise
you just hide behind your lies
saying “People, God is on our side.”
Johnny told the man
we’re not sticking with the plan
we’re trying to find a new way.
I’m not trying to make you scared
but Johnny disappeared
they found him bleeding in his doorway.
You can put it on the silver screen
you can play it from your stereo
But they’ll just knock you off your feet
and tell you where to go.
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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?
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