Ο ήχος των Damned, με αιχμές την κιθάρα του Brian James και τη φωνή του Dave Vanian, ήταν πάντα στ’ αυτιά μου κάτι περισσότερο από αρχετυπικός ήχος του βρετανικού πανκ : υπάρχει κάτι το “υπερκόσμιο”, στοιχειωμένο και δαιμονιακό σ’ αυτόν. Ένα από τα τραγούδια όπου τα παραπάνω ακούγονται ευκρινώς, στ’ αυτιά μου τουλάχιστον, είναι αυτό το αριστούργημα από το πρώτο τους άλμπουμ. Μουσική – στίχοι του μεγάλου εκλιπόντος.

The sound of the Damned, with the sharp edge of Brian James’ guitar and Dave Vanian’s voice, was always to my ears more than the archetypal British punk sound : in it there is something “otherworldly”, haunting and demonic. One of the songs where the above are clearly heard, at least to my ears, is this masterpiece from their first album. Music – lyrics by the great departed.

Well, I’m craving for a cigarette, hey give me a light
Feeling kind of thirsty, give me something that bites
Sure been hanging ’round here for much too long
All you crazy people waiting for my song, I said
Well, here I am
I’m just another one-night stand
Anyway, I don’t know why I’m sad
For my fan club
Waiting for an autograph, well you must be mad
Standing in the pissing rain must be a drag
If that’s what you wanna do, I won’t say no
Wanna see more of me, see me after the show, I said
Well, here I am
I’m just another one-night stand
Anyway, I don’t know why I’m sad
For my fan club
Well, you send me pretty flowers while I’m slashing my wrists
Read those little letters through my smashed-out mist
The dream I shock you is my nightmare
I’m the freak that’s on display so stand and stare, I said
Well, here I am
I’m just another one-night stand
Anyway, I don’t know why I’m sad
For my fan club