[Verse 1]
And the violence in my insides
Is glowing and malignant
And the only way to stop it
Is to cut a hole
And let the fresh air come in
And your public face is dripping
Now you're famous and you're beautiful
But I can still remember
When your mouth was always open
Like a stairway leading down to hell
Now your perfect body's shining
And the camera's always circling
And the boys and girls are dreaming
And your naked body's bleeding
Where the dogs have ripped away your skin
And the world is always shrinking
And my mind is disappearing
In the holy adulation
Of your all-inclusive open arms
And feeling penitential
I'm cutting off my finger
And l'm faxing you the image
Via omnipresent electricity
[Verse 2]
And the communists were torturing
A sacred man and woman
Whose screams flew out the window
And through the Himalayas
Then changed into a butterfly
And drifted through the wind
And landed on a street in Paris
Where you crushed it underneath your high-heeled fin
Now l'm killing and l'm stealing
And l'm raping and l'm burning
And l'm feeling kinda magic
Due to mental enervation
So I'll send my mind into the
Hard body of a rock-star
And maybe then you'll fuck me
'cause 5 million people love me
And you wanna suck my energy
[Verse 3]
Yeah this world is made of losers
But I wanna be a winner
I'll do anything it takes
To hypnotise the upturned faces
Into trusting me completely
So they'll need me to supply
The object that will fill the emptiness that was created
By repetition of an image
And a sound they recognise
And their malleable identities
Will be sexually excited
By the product which I will then provide
[Verse 4]
And this planet keeps on drifting
Through a thick and viscous blackness
Every pleasure, every weakness
Will come true before we're finished
And l'm lying in my bed
And my hands are getting bloody
And l'm thinking I could save you
From the phoney world you live in
And maybe you will hide me
Deep inside your perfect body
And I'll melt into the glistening
Flawless contours of your immortal flesh
[Outro]
Now you're mine, yeah you're mine
Yeah you're mine, now you're mine
Now you're mine, now you're mine
Fan Letter was written by Bill Rieflin & Jarboe & Michael Gira.
Fan Letter was produced by Jarboe & Bill Rieflin & Michael Gira.
Michael Gira released Fan Letter on Fri Jun 09 1995.
“Fan Letter” and “Unreal” are seen from the perspective of a crazed fan’s inverted worship of Madonna.
— Michael Gira’s official word at the Young God Records website