"Snuck" in from behind the mask
Leopard skin & hobo rags.
Ostracized my fellow man
Then walk me to my bitter end.
While stumbling along the way
I thought a thing or two to say
I painted on a knowing stare
I sang out loud unholy prayer.
. . . . I was fanatic
On half lit stage with funeral cries
I summon all the bedroom eyes
That swim around like fuck me fish
They're here to grant your every wish
Electric taped, animal boned
dressed as Kelly, candy rolled
She's here to infiltrate the fold.
You can't tell if she's young or old
. . . . She's a fanatic
There's pretty princess Polly Anna
here to take you in all manner
Should you elect to take that ride
we urge you not to go inside
Theres our beautiful chastity
she's got her holy eye on me
her inner curve you'll never see
but still she goes down on her knees
her pretty mouth gets in the way
of everything she wants to say
but that's okay, she seldom speaks
lets all protect our chastity.
. . . . . She's a fanatic
They just want to get in.
They think you are their only friend
You just wanna get out.
You don't know what they're on about
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