No more angel
No more make-up
No more danger
No more dress-up
No more freak show
No more panic
No more needles
No more Billy Dolls
Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
They come to get you
They know what you like
No more blood mouth
No more black eye
No more stitches
No more white lies
Black eyed Doris
Eyelash flutter
No More Needles
No more Billy Dolls
Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
Numb & frozen in peculiar light
Storming violent in the mind of the dying man
Machine collapsing
Violent fractures
The predators are vicious
Their pulse is elevating
The eyeballs getting itchy
The mouth is salivating
The derelicts are hungry
They swarm around me baited
The billy dolls are bitching
at shadow masturbators
We'll rise up from the trenches
Oh make-up boys with razors
We're marching through the ditches
We're dancing on your tables
We're bitching through the stitches
The pink eyed painted soldiers
We're staring through your fences
It's roll call billy doll
Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
Numb & frozen in peculiar light
Storming violent in the brains of the G.I. Joes
Machine collapsing
I want to get out
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
Occult psych-folk in the '70s U.K. tradition that further affirms the historical link between Appalachian and British folk songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019