The Citizen (2011)

by Damien Youth

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released January 13, 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
The hollow hold
of holy ghosts in mantra
Spirit glow through
sprinkling flow of atoms
The hollow hold
of holy ghosts in mantra

When your life
has come and 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 rose to 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 mantras
of memories, fading to pale
fading

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 with water eyes
that search but never understood
that sometimes poison does you good
and sometimes medicine won't mend
nor heal, nor save you from your bitter end

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

I didn't mean to stare at you
the skylines fade to grey from blue
the sun sinks blazing beneath the shade
when night erased away our days

Don't blame me if you perceive
the words I say all 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 and 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
to 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 in one neon night
left you alone on the streets
with a ghost and 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: The Harvester
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 the 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 bedeviled 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
and 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 that far off promise land

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

But 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
and 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 and cold?

There is no grace with time
so furrow neath the vine
And soon with coat and 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 and trembling
lost to the rush of the gale
until we are all broken and pale

There is no grace with time
so furrow neath the vine
For soon with coat and 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: When You Out Live Your Own Muse
When your heroes will not die
they just shrink before your eyes
and the myths that gave them life
these gluttons eat with fork and knife
Gluttons eat with fork and knife

When their mortal husk remains
watch the light of their sustain
growing dim beneath 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 barterer's eyes
He now stares cold through barterer's 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, now 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....