Death wings stretch the tattered lawn
blocking out the golden dawn
I'm dying in my uniform of
pauper's rags and crown of thorns
Who are these men who follow me
faceless, hiding in the trees
who wait until I'm on my knees
to rip away my rosary
My faith be ravaged in their fist
Each bead that scatters in the midst
cries out that god just isn't there
or if he is, then does not care
Holly just before I cease
I long to sing my praise to thee
For every night you lied with me
I dreamed of immortality
That death should not reveal his face
nor nestle between our embrace
and though we held with all our might
I lie alone with death tonight
Oh garden of my flower died
Oh mother of my unborn child
In empathizing with my plight
I hope you'll not forget tonight
Make from my heart a talisman
keep it with you until the end
so I know that I'm justified
in writing you my final line
My faith left dying on the vine
My fate's beyond the body rind
My only enemy was time
relentless in it's pantomime
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