And I see the peripheral world.
The fat man in the pantry, watching,
drooling as the child laced up her roller skates
And I stand in vicarious light
Watching as my childhood self
gets chased around by Timmy the retarded man
And I was late for Sabbath school
as Miss Marie held prophets made of felt
and talked of the Apocalypse
As a child, I dreamed of it
I'd run through ruins rejoicing, looking up
as rain of fire poured down on everyone
And as I whispered silent night
religion stole my Jesus Christ
And now the tears they fill my eyes
For it seems that all was just a lie...
And I, I had a vision in green
'twas Ellen G White talking to the devil
about another hit of Morphine
And we are from vacation bible school brigade
It's me and Chris and Troy and Wayne and Doug
we're playing freeze tag in the churchyard
Troy, he said, in the red carpet room
he saw his grandma naked in the bathtub
she was staring, she was laughing at him
And we, we dream in corpuscle blue
We see faces in our sleep of family in mimicry contorting
And as I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
And as I get me up to wake
I fear the lord may just be fake
And I am trapped inside the dark church
There's figures in the nursery
Carl Causey's in the closet and he's waiting for me
There's ghost in the sanctuary
I'm hiding in the baptismal tank
and it's full of electricity
Oh god, what have you done to me?
Oh god, what have you done to me?
And as I lay me down to sleep
I felt the devil on my sheets
My body it felt paralyzed
I tried to open up my eyes
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
Prana Crafter’s “Bodhi Cheetah’s Choice” is an album of mystic, drifting guitar work alternately haunting and searing. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2018