[a creepy vintage horror trash movie intro with bassoon, electric organ and theremin sounds in a vintage soca surf style] [male singer in a paranoid mood, building up from ironic madness to complete insanity] [Verse 1] [male voice] I’m sipping coffee in my chair But I can feel it—it’s right there A feathered shadow, beady eyes Watching me beneath the skies [Verse 2] [male voice] At the park it’s subtle doom Feathers floating In every coomb Quacking echoes in my head “Is it there?” I softly said [Chorus] [male voice] It’s creeping up on me A duck is somewhere near I just can’t let it be It’s lurking in the bushes It’s waddling in my mind I turn around to catch it But no duck I can find Oh Anatidaephobia [Verse 3] [male voice] Behind the bushes by the lake A feathered spy that won’t forsake It waddles slow it’s closing in The staring game I’ll never win [Bridge] [male voice] I try to run but it’s a race That duck keeps steady with its pace No matter where I try to hide It’s got my life under its glide (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) [Chorus] [male voice] It’s creeping up on me A duck is somewhere watching I just can’t let it be Its webbed feet softly patter Its eyes pierce through the mist No way to shake this feeling No way it can be missed Oh Anatidaephobia [Verse 4] [male voice] At night I dream of open skies But all I see are duck-filled eyes I wake up sweating heart in flight The duck is there beneath the light [Bridge] [male voice] I try to shrug I try to laugh It’s just a bird A daft giraffe But even dreams can’t save me now That duck is out there anyhow Duck! There is a duck! The duck goes quack! A nightmare - quack! A horrific burden - ack! But the worst thing is tall ( ) [Pause] [male voice] I hear nothing at all [Interlude, female voice] Nothing follows, nothing's clear The silence echoes loud in here In fields of green or skies of blue There’s nothing, yet there's something too (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) [Chorus] It’s creeping up on me A duck is somewhere near I just can’t let it be It’s lurking in the bushes It’s waddling in my mind But still I feel its gaze Forever in the distance Through all my nights and days (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia) (Anatidaephobia)
