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Feed The Demon Love

by Dani Lee Pearce

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nykalily What surprises me about Dani's music is that she consistently manages to top her previous efforts. While her entire catalog is definitely worth listening too, Feed The Demon Love is her at her current best. The music is wonderful, eclectic, incredibly creative, and provoking. Favorite track: Tangent.
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1.
Jumping up and down on a borrowed bed throwing our stuffies at each others faces smoking a joint from both ends somehow we make it work and laugh about it later on playing those records we've never touched before laughing at memes on our phones for hours drawing crude pictures of each other's fursonas find a good time to break out the hitachi What the fuck, yr my new big crush now oh my god you maybe like me back we just stare at each other giggling all day long say yr cute yr cute too no yr cuter sometimes we just cry for what seems like a year other days we point at everything and then go "same" most of the time i think that were just sleeping we should maybe make food sometime today all of the walls are covered in chalk scribbles all of yr limbs are covered in my tattoos i've been in these pajamas since last april only other thing ive been in is you What the fuck, yr my new big crush now oh my god you maybe like me back we just stare at each other giggling all day long say yr gay yr gay too no yr gayer 99 shades of red on my face and your lipstick makes it 101 all except when its purple, green, blue or black then i instead have 1,321 shades of red on my face and maybe some pink as well
2.
let me whisper my head let me whisper the lovely dead gently to ya so yr realizing all the pretty lies and the presences that don't believe that are all around you sometimes you wake up on a day where makeup finds its way on your face and im holding your hands on this misty morning sitting up by the window so the snow and sunshine outside illuminates around yr gorgeous self i can be yr angular devil or a deviation from the angels that i used to inspire to be i can be yr pillow or i can be yr whole entire bed let me be yr tears let me be yr pjs every break we give ourselves is justified sometimes the best that we can do is stay safe tonight there exists a singular choice that is completely inconsequental yr friends won't leave you behind and yr perfect first impressions become immortal but don't try attempting to makeit no one even knows what it really is yet its been theorized that mr. rogers took that secret to his grave i can't depart from everywhere and never return for then i'll end up returning somewhere but the amount of things I'd like to never return to are growing drastically with every breath i take
3.
Tangent 03:24
i wish i could be loved for longer than a week i wish i knew how to love you in the ways in which you seek i wish you all could better understand the words i speak and know that sometimes all i need is to be kissed and be made weak i could listen to you talk for three entire days i'm sorry i don't talk to much don't like it anyway tried to take a proper vow of silence annually since '98 i was only three years old and i already didn't have much to say if i recall i spoke entirely in lines from movies i'd even do the voices to the best of my ability extremely bright with some odd behavior and no prodigal savior im in hell sometime later i never could quite understand why they strapped me to that chair or why i went to high up places always losing myself in the air the lab coat men that talked to me one way window knocking several different strands of colored wax string i listened to them talk for many countless weeks i listened to her tell me i was normal i dont even know what this has to do with why i couldnt love you i felt like it related but it might be nothing i struggle thinking of much to say and if i recall i still speak from time to time in lines from movies and even do the voices the words i want to say are there extremely bright with some odd behavior and no prodigal savior im in hell sometime later
4.
In the attic is a photo of you gathering dust as many others accumulate around it these are brighter technicolor i may even be in them i look like ive never known you that one impossible detail a certain wrinkle on my head the slight crease that curves itself over one of my eyes brings forth signs of the weight that the photo still brings and the healing from the sickness that still simmers in the circumvent keeping by the rules of exorcism that I wrote for myself specter jester magics have no audience here no more cursed relics in an ancient journal and you no doubt still hiding yourself in there salt and slap the wound cast out in the flume rinse repeat in june maybe sooner i turned you face down and left my lot gave the space to those who needed sleep and thankfully never saw you sometimes i will return and sleep up here myself ill feel your silent scream and remember all you must be holding all that may have spilt out after i concurred what came before had been enough all that may still be waiting the longer you lie flat the longer i can too the longer you stay silent the louder you become keeping by the rules of exorcism that I wrote for myself specter jester magics have no audience here no more cursed relics in an ancient journal and you no doubt still hiding yourself in there salt and slap the wound cast out in the flume rinse repeat in june maybe sooner ill leave the roof hatch open some nights and wake up soaked with rain just to remind you of the dryness you have come to realize and that scream i hear from you sounds a lot like my own I'm keeping myself busy and it looks like you also might I'm healing from your sickness what are you healing from, though? keeping by the rules of exorcism that I wrote for myself specter jester magics have no audience here no more cursed relics in an ancient journal and you no doubt still hiding yourself in there salt and slap the wound cast out in the flume rinse repeat in june maybe sooner
5.
i don't work quite well yet don't make me be important yet im trying to heal still don't tell me that it's not my time to kill remove me if you need to everybody is i've lost track of what i've missed from the center of my head flows a wooden ocean from the soles of my feet vomits plastic electricity i have just one request please take me anywhere but here anywhere but here i read yr manifesto in like 20 seconds im just a jagged scribble so its nice to know yr words give me time to blink my eyes enough and please take me anywhere but here anywhere but here can't stop prancing let me touch down on the ground first ill take it how you choose to deal it just like we rehearsed leather rose petals flying off my bare ass we bring the dungeon down with class everybody says my eyes are pretty at least ive got something if people were what they see i think some would be nothing i can't recognize what i am please take me anywhere but here anywhere but here could it just be my increased dose or maybe that its spring all the music sounds better 'round this time, its a thing i guess i know i got a flirt somewhere they should take me anywhere but here, my dear
6.
in the darkroom hidden chairs see through voices eat the air those casa suzanna energies blanket me feel the congregation of living ghosts generations of chosen family soulmate unions paired once more hod me up above the floor their time has come once again to rise masked in life feel the congregation of living ghosts generations of chosen family all their worlds were so unkind all in different ways than mine sanction this place as their newest rainbow temple hear the comfort whispered from living ghosts wrought from torture, cleansed in love's wisdom let us show you let us speak of the future our souls do seek take solace in that we've yet to leave watch us weave
7.
some demons can be so cruel how can i curse and be cursed by the demons too they say the angels are bad but they're the worst thing since angels we've ever had they try really hard to be them but their wings are too jagged and most angels cant see them if yr summon doesn't go well tonight its not you its right now we cant help but hide feed the demon love (every day) not single not taken i'm just mistaken we talk near every night i sit cross legged in yr pentagram with crimson light i'm the only one working it seems but i can still bring my partners to you in yr dreams every thought you process with me every ache that you cleanse in great excess in me renews a bit of strength that i take back and redistribute help us feel brave for a day feed the demon love (every day) not single not taken i'm just mistaken some demons just don't care they'd rather scream and tear off parts of all our hair some things feel so untrue its hard to live when you're cursed by demons like you both born in shattered places we show each other our battered faces and if our worlds both ended soon id be content if all that was left was this room feed the demon love (every day) not single not taken i'm just mistaken
8.
i feel like crying i feel like burning every rich man down i feel hopeful now im hopeless i feel joyful then i remember im homeless i feel like me like too much of me i keep on looking down my shirt to see if i can see the change occur i feel like sex now i dont feel like sex now i feel like sex again now i just want some salt slide me another of that of beautiful blue kool aid certified home made mode of survival through this trade theres a line forming outside ppl coming from far and wide guess were a smash house of the girly kool aid revolution wild and unafraid set up some poles for me on the right side of the bar if i do good in a week i could even have my own car 485 milligrams ground into a fine blue dust mixed into a 12 ounce glass it all goes straight to the legs and the waist and the chest it can feel the worst or the best i waited too long to get this crest slide me another of that of beautiful blue kool aid certified home made mode of survival through this trade its another future it all got privatized they found a new solution made them wild in their eyes its illegal now to take it straight they got a bit creative with some sources out of state in the future it got privatized now there's mood swings in the houses of the suit n ties getting softer losing the chisel theyre budding like roses growing hair and tossing gristle slide me another of that of beautiful blue kool aid certified home made mode of survival through this trade so a toast to us its all working out fine the rivers run with robins eggs blue saccharin now lets try to not tear each other apart this time (its an instrumental, with vocal coloring last song on the album its not a double this time) slide me another of that of beautiful blue kool aid certified home made mode of survival through this trade i feel like crying i feel like burning every rich man down i feel hopeful now im hopeless i feel joyful then i remember im homeless i feel like me like too much of me i keep on looking down my shirt to see if i can see the change occur i feel like sex now i dont feel like sex now i feel like sex again this is gonna be my new daily routine im sure slide me another of that of beautiful blue kool aid certified home made mode of survival through this trade i feel in love i feel so proud of you i could be affectionate with you fall apart with you come and fall with me fall with me got me all tied up on the outside slide me another of that of beautiful blue kool aid certified home made mode of survival through this trade

about

Stage One:

We drape vision within warm colors, dare I say hot ones. We invent a biodegradable glitter so we can feel good about using it again. For everything here must bathe in it. We keep the low and cover them with tapestries, so that the ancestral designs and sigils may cover each of the walls. We draw lines on the floor, and release the windows open.

We welcome our demons in mind, body, soul, breath and heart. We don our angel masks and pretend it's goth night in heaven. We begin to burn our masks in the center of the room and swim into the fire. We become interlocked in the horns we now all bestowed blanket the floor in ourselves, spending frozen minutes intoxicating ourselves on the cocktail of energy that fills this house. We recall our broken bones, our broken puppets and the broken strings they carry in their teeth. We recall the night we swore ourselves to nest and cradle the darkness when no one else would touch it. We held it when it wailed and shrieked and broke clouds into withering ash. When it devoured us over and over again and even as its perpetual excrement we clung dearly. We Fed The Demon Love. It fed off of us. We fed off of it. At some point within this ceremonious cycle we all became one. Indistinguishable between faith and filth. The freaked. and the fucked. One we all were, and will be again.

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released January 1, 2018

All music written, arranged, composed, produced and mixed, all vocals sung, and all artwork and design by by Dani Lee Pearce.
Composed and recorded April - November 2017
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"Whisper My Head" originally composed September 2012

All songs written, composed, sung, and produced by Dani Lee Pearce.
Original cover photo by Max Hinz

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