Wamphyri - ST

Tracks

		Track Name	Length
	1	Freaker	04:12
	2	Mudpeople	05:00
	3	Systematic Age	05:03
	4	Love to Hate	04:32
	5	Cave Me In	04:10
	6	Circle O' Jerk	06:01
	7	World of Pain	04:36
	8	Anorexic	04:45
	9	Silver Friends	06:20
	10	Venomous Prozac Pixie Minotaur	03:32
	11	Dopamine Rush	04:11
	12	Bonus Track	02:07

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John Davies: bass, machines
Scott Decoste: guitars
Jim Feeney: voices
Rick Hodgson: drums

Guest musicians:
Kevin Briggs: synth on Love to Hate
Mitch Payment: guitars on Mudpeople, Silver Friends
Lee Kozarow: keyboards on Mudpeople

Written and arranged by Wamphyri
Produced by Lee Kozarow & John Davies
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Lee Kozarow & John Davies at Forbidden Planet Studios

Cover concept by Wamphyri
Illustrations by Jim Feeney
Photography by Brian Rutherford

Thanks to:
Pat Answorth, Gary Burns, Kevin Briggs, Ian McEwan, Rob Phillips, and to everyone who put in time & money

Lyrics:
FREAKER
Turned out and cut off
A letter to a love, no response, just avoidance
Transistor laughter on the return call
It’s so-hacked the way you’re so polite
In your aloofness — yes
All is lost now All is lost... Freaker
I have visions Swimming under the sea
Shadow whale and The Shadow whale and me
Wail of the Road Stomp State
Once you’re in you don’t get out, there’s no dignity
Court hall statue, ponied and bleached
Gonna’ get a gun. Someone says,
I can get you one... uh huh.
Peeling Feeling Peeling..........Freaker
Swim up the cavity Vulva of the whale
Curl up like a snail Curl up like a wail
Subspace. Mediafast
Got a gob of mobsters in this spitfire cigar
Heavy halo impaled through the head
Burgers, relish, golden arches. 21 dead
All so perplex in context.........Freaker
Contracted out through an ant hill
Black cars will kill Black cars will kill

MUDPEOPLE
High High High Smoke Chronicia
Locked in iron hair, frying to defendecits
Melt my beads and my rattan
Get tester, sidewaddle, stainless steel
Skin is so much real
Mudpeople cracked in the winter glaze
The world will come to the mushroom in the e...
Nuclear cloud? Fungus hallucinary?
59 sex cadet on-call
Tastes a little yin and yang
Mudpeople only one day
High Flying brass beauty shade
High.... flying brass beauty tombstone leaflet to the nose
He glared at the orange souls of confused sheets
Rooster dance, troubled air cries Its just a shot away MAN!
Peace love gig, summer swing in blood PIGS!
Civilized screen of Apollo knit

SYSTEMATIC AGE
The hydraulic summoning the crimes in progress
Seconds and arrows Woodstock excursion
And wonder within hours
The boys your brain All brandish flowers
At the top of the city of tents
Bought the valance enclaves
It’s a systematic age
Inheriting through a cage
At the top of the crest
So you say you know
When the six-o-clock suspects cut right through
The six-o-clock suspects come home to you
When a bullet is fired
And what feels always blows
But the pain inside is because its too real
Only death will bring you back
Only death will bring you back

LOVE TO HATE
Beautiful love like T.M.T magenta
Like a wolverine Mad, wild and wounded
That’s crucial when you cry HIT ME!
Love to hate when I miss you so bloodsharp
Love to hate the things we do it’s so bloodsharp
And I call you not to call you
And I see you not to see you
I say bitch Its because the ripples in your bed
Are snakes and gatekeepers
Snakes may smell while you cut off my other needs
Don’t shift me!
The kisses have teeth We feed each other nihilism
Straws to the heart
Suck the Groovy Hate-Fuck
And I hurt you
Your world is new
LETS GO LIKE A PHOENIX honey

CAVE ME IN
Your letters
Like the echoed light of the stars
(dip into my starlag, dig them out when it gets dark)
We fossils Demand flesh
Stratas of blush
CAVE ME IN
Better vistas
Better vistas than a FXture
(powerful sleeves down a catwalk, at least that was my gumboed talk)
We magicians Demand touchstone
To mummified chrome
CAVE ME IN
Now I’ve arrived, you never wanted it that way
Now I’ve survived, never intended it that way
Now I’ve arrived, stoker every charm
Won’t survive being bored and charmed
A skin psyche drama that we garnished to the world
(foreclocks with starship phoenix in your applause)
Jet Hideouts Pastoral tides
Cursing pollen shields
CAVE ME IN

CIRCLE O’ JERK
Could it be Beige your view
TV on Walnut Avenue
Norman Rockwell hates his I.D.
Circle O’ Jerk
Corona those masters with treel bait
Fifties nuclear tam...
Pee on window sill is sweet
No sugar bleeds maniac
Cut that vacuum, it’s roar fills up every place
You must clean
Everyday you must suck it all
Will you carpet dew?
Humming Penny Dreadful
Beware those Christians earnest frowns
They’d love to tear you down
On level with their impotency
Won’t hear you in debits
Cretonne ladies love Jesus Protestant
Car suit knaw emblement
While they denounce, she digs and she pulls
to this Penny Dreadful
This land was found beyond the house
Individual P.O.W.
Separate the church and state
The bible can’t grow us now
Cretonne ladies love Jesus Protestant
Car suit knaw emblement
Here come the fascists: spanking their sense sit
spanking their censor glue
Where are the artists’ frecky offices
Caustic caffé ciffle committees
Aesthetic social engineering
Drow the eunuchs in the clearing
Creating with their reflected names
The latitudes of these college boreds
de-voom

WORLD OF PAIN (sewer-side morning)
Take a drag
Drag from life
Sewer nitrogene tripes
Circle the knife, like in a movie
Who are you?
Seize the libido
Seize the things that I got at the
Sewerside morning
Through the texts that I bought
They make the trip into a world of pain
Feeding through the reign
Sewer-side morning
Liquid gain
People cry, people die
Sewer-side morning
The priest at the rite asked why
They sent these scribes to die
Smooth you say
With that forgivable rash and itching eyelash

ANOREXIC
Synthesynthesize to me
With your building symmetry
Fashions of skin death Oh so wide
She-go skin Like she-go pride
The white no white no white no...
Smooth rupturing Curating limited mind
Anorexic!
Mildly shadowed bridges to eat
Anorexic!
No hate so pure, a clean defeat
A new temple for me to dance in
Don’t let her do Cancer
The rite — the song — the suspect bliss
I’m a free kiss!
So white you needed for American voluptuousness
The sunsuit spread Its just a gas!
Who whispers on a head

SILVER FRIENDS
Golden fold midnight foamin’
Silver friends come at stormin’
They will be there
Look at silhouettes
Explode in your eyes before us
Her slip - shock - shawl
Brings landscape with harmony ball
Call off the carrots
Dug from the sky of black
Of all the residue
Dripping from their view
Dew star ancients falling asleep
Bleach finger, language retreat
You want to travel all night,
But they closed the alpha walls
So you touched the neon bogs
With the curtains drawn

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