mandy build me a totem
she's cutting out pictures of manta rays
she stands up naked with a painted face
She's into modern witchcraft
she wears her hair like a hippie child
she sits on the floor with eyes of fire
and when she looks at you
you feel her spirit burning through
she sucks you into night
then pushes you out the other side
mandy's electric people
she swears they all have tentacles
and speak to her through animals
they look a lot like Jesus
except they all have funny grins
and laugh when she takes her medicine
and when she's feeling low
she lays down naked on the floor
she's hiding razor blades
then checks the windows and the doors
we have a secret garden
right behind the silver dome
where me and mandy sit alone
she smashes all the toadstools
she looks up laughing and she says to me
our lives make real strange poetry
now mandy's bleeding light
her mouth fills up with foam
she floats above the stars
she's strung out all alone
she's looking very stoned
she's never coming home
she's never coming home
and that's what we want to say
mandy gets blown away
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