Mad old uncle Chester walks the corridors
his metal knee caps clicking doth proceed him
Down the narrow hallways I am hiding in the
Chifferobe and pretending I'm in god school
I will close my eyes and build new doorways
I escape I am expanding to the cosmos
And Chester he comes like Lucifer
He pressed his crow's eye against the keyhole
beneath the hinge
He sticks his narrow cork screw finger
through the opening
There's people in that window singing church songs
through a fan
Chester's in there hovering the sink
and loading enemas I'm laying on my stomach
When we are interrupted by the preacher's fat kid
on the porch he's talking god through screen door
Aunt Vera's going through her bag
like she is in the checkout line, she's purchased immortality
From pudgy pimple headed angel selling life
like watches from a trench coat in an alley way
And I asked him why it's okay to laugh at those who fall down.
But it's not okay to laugh at those who fall down, never to get up again
And why is death so serious, can't you see the irony ? What better fate for animals who try to spend their lives favoring hind legs
Uncle Chester closed the door he brings me to my room he holds me down in godless silence
"Crono Lamiana" uncle Chester speaks in tongues
in order to drown out his violence.
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth