Soul engrave the image of her hollow eyes
Unfold in mortal horror, happy to oblige
Her fingers pressed against his pale & tainted skin
She offers sympathy but you're not listening
Hallowed the hollow grave that shivers in your eyes
Halos are hovering the tarmac where you lie
The house is haltering a breeze
It sounds like hollow reeds
Shutters flapping, halls embracing
Jonathan your soul is racing, seems
gravity is pulling me
Crinkles up his brow & crouches in his stall
Scribbles "Helter Skelter" on the bedroom wall
Relights the candle with each turning of the page
He screams in solitude, embalmed by tempest rage
He rolls his eyes up as he closed the book of Faust
Saying, Don't trust the shepherd for he owns the slaughter house.
The house is haltering a breeze
It sounds like hollow reeds
Shutters flapping, halls embracing
Jonathan your soul is racing, seems
gravity is pulling me
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