Black Building - Kashmir

I’ve past that little black building

Down on the corner so many times

And I often wondered

If anyone lived there

It looked like an empty dwelling

With its cracked façade

Dusty windows

Curtains withdrawn

No lights

No signs of anything

I talked to jewel about it

She had the same idea

That old guy

That always hangs out

Outside

The liquor store

Next door

(Röeghmann)

Told me he’d once seen the devil

In one of those windows up there

Blowing him a kiss

He had a certain serious (almost eerie)

Look on his face as he said it

As if he’d actually seen the dark lord

Said he’d seen him

Throw trash out of the back window

That he’d been stealing the furniture

From whatever bars

Closed down in the neighbourhood

But he’s an old guy

Probably delirious

So anyway

The other day me and Ricco

Decided to break in

To see what the dark palace was really all about

Yawllah llat gnol a dah ti

It had a long tall hallway

That led to a staircase in the back

And on the right side

I counted seven doors