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BAMBI LAKE FREDDY b/w BABA
Previously unreleased Bambi Lake demo recorded in 1994 remastered in 3D stereo for a limited edition, clear 7" vinyl release.

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Bambi Lake, Bambi Lake Trans, Bambi Lake Golden Age of Hustlers, Bambi Lake Music, Bambi Lake Record, Trans Punk, San Francisco Punk, Justin Vivian Bond, Trans Punk, San Francisco Trans Prositute

Bambi Lake (1950-2020) was a performer who sprung out of the Cockettes, the radical, gay, hippie performance troupe, and the Angels of Light, the free-theater child of the Cockettes. She was a San Francisco-of-yesterday fixture who persevered into the new millennium and established herself as an actress, street-level poet, and chanteuse.

Lyrics:

Freddy came from London back in ‘78,
during punk rock that was really great.
Siouxie Sioux, Generation X, Madness, the Specials and X-Ray Spex.


He dressed in drape jackets,
smoked Dunhill cigs,
made love like a pro
and we called him Jiggs.

He liked me to dress like Modesty Blaise,
we read Melody Maker in cheap cafes.

In our Day-Glo mohair sweater phase,
we were so damn chic.

In those Seventies Vivienne Westwood days,
walking down the street
we were all turned out.

Freddy got shady, cunning, and vain,
did pearlescent Peruvian flake cocaine,
Our affair was always one-upmanship,
he got a motorcycle,
I got my tits.


He told me he slept with Pearly Gates
I fumed
but I got him in the end,
I told him I slept with Danny Avenger
that was Freddy's very best friend.

He was always working on a story to star me as the Countess Bathory,
but after bodybuilding and the Marquis De Sade,
heroin and, oh my God,
he got deported.

I hear Freddy's married now
and lives in Japan making kickbox movies
with Claude Van Damme.


Right on, baby!
I always knew you was a real man!

In our Day-Glo mohair sweater phase
we were so damn chic.
In those Seventies Vivienne Westwood days,
walking down the street
we were all turned out.