Here comes Elaine from the cotton woods
she sang a song like I'd never heard
there in the shade, a whispering charade
Under the stars by the silent field
I lay her down & lift her veil
she opens wide, a tauntilating bride
From the edge of the woods came a thousand eyes
There is no love in the field of the dragonflies
Me & Elaine on the Miller's path
her image looks like a photograph
from a magazine, the kind you'd love to cream
The path leads on to a trickling brook
where we tarried there till the timbers shook
leaves in our hair, so naked, unaware
From the edge of the woods came a thousand eyes
There is no love in the field of the dragonflies
With all of the grace of a fluttering brier
they nested there in our attire
we spun in fear like an insect chandelier.
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