SPY IN MY TREE
Amalgamation of the fold,
black tie choking growingold
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 junky, holy
hybrid,
post punk, anti-hippy freak.
A fanzine Pharaoh, spits prolific,
still it counts for zero.
In black light 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 lightbeams down,
truth rose from shadow.
Lorikeet’s chatter as the pig heads
breath 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 ok, 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.
all lyrics copyright 2004 Damien Youth