Some things are better untold though I promised dawn, I just couldn't leave it alone.
I just kept craving the fire, so I swept up my soul & pitched it in the funeral pyre.
Hid in a crack in my home, there are spirit men who touch me when I'm all alone.
Are these men dead or alive? Well it's hard to say when you're underneath a plague of eyes.
plague of eyes.
Trapped in a medium plane
Stuck in limbo
When dead men tickle your face
It's hard to be hero
I started ripping the skin, from my previous friend, I just couldn't leave her alone.
But I swear I covered her eyes, as I propped up her body & slit it clear up the side.
I can't help surrendering
I know that I would rather die.
I can't help surrendering
but there unseen the plague of eyes.
plague of 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