And he lived upstairs,
alone, in fear, in capsule
And he seldom dared,
to leave his room, his capture
And no one even cared.
And at night he lies,
and stares to silent corners
And some nights he falls
in sleep, he dreams
he's younger,
but then he wakes to find
it's all within his mind
He lies in silent wonder
pondering the star filled skies
He closed his eyes and whispered
"Please god, take my life tonight"
And she lives downstairs,
alone, a girl of vision
and she reads a poem,
he wrote, within her prison
she wonders where he's gone
And she closed her door,
she lites her scented candles
she's picking up her phone,
she calls, just to hear him answer
But no one's even home.
She dreams in water colors,
visions that the eye deny
she tilts her head in wonder,
this painting is my soul in flight
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