Children of the Wasteland

Oh locked into all this destruction
Someday I’m gonna learn that I am not suffering
My life turned into some kind of fiction
like a passage I read, straight out of Sitchin

And there’s blood in my cup
and Wine on my lips
looks like we’re gonna see
This Apocalypse
Hold my hand, I can’t take
One more kiss
without love

The planets are breaking their pact with the stars
as down here on earth we live behind neon bars
and up in the sky they’re spraying stuff worse than the cars
breathing air that’s not fit for the living
But there’s books in my head
that cannot be burned
And songs from the dead
that everyone should learn
Hold onto this last piece of sacred urn
as we remember

If they take my brothers I am gonna scream
And kick open wide the television screen
spewing lies and false flag American Dreams
Cause every war they wage is against invisible things
And I know as I stand, a day is gonna come
when the gods in my head and in this country come undone
Hold my hand, I’m gonna move fast when I run
And I my heart shoots straighter than their FUCKING GUNS

And there’s blood in my cup
and Wine on my lips
looks like we’re gonna see
This Apocalypse
Hold my hand, I can’t take
One more kiss
without love

Open up this channel in me
like Shekhina descending the golden tree
of Knowledge, like the snake and Eve
I am drawn to the forbidden

Cold as ice is the hidden hand
that poisons our skies and rapes our land
drowns us in debt till we can’t stand
up against the tide

But tonight, we’ll watch Atlantis rise
Tonight, we’ll watch the lights in the sky
The Revolution will not be hypnotised

It all goes back to the ancient days
of Sumeria and the powers raised
by priest kings who figured out the way
to control us with our fear.

The serpent gods were aliens
or just humans from another land
who saw Ishtar rising above the sand
in alignment with Midsummer

And jealousy of the women who keep
company with the Elohim
Removed the power inherently
endowed to a Creatrix

Cause we’re seeded from somewhere deep
in the heart of the galaxy
and we’re parting ways with a dynasty
of kings and priests and war

Tonight we see Altantis rise
Tonight we watch the Sun King die
The Revolution will not be hypnotised

The only sin you ever knew
was forgetting the power given to you
There is no spoon, your mind and heart are true
Just wake up in the dream

We have to tell the world you know
Cause it’s coming in fast, the last great blow
to the closest we’ve come to freedom’s road
If they take it all is lost

So open your eyes to the puppet show
Red right hand and Blue left toe
it’s all a part of the same Great Beast you know
We need to throw a Tea Party

Cause tonight we watch Atlantis rise
Tonight we watch the lights in the sky
The Revolution will not be hypnotized

I used to run and I used to shy
When they asked if the end was nigh
That’s what they want, those of the crimson eye
and the new world order code.

I got lost in a dream and came out
wrapped in a metaphor of thorns
and all I could hear was the voice of the Universe
sayin, “You are here to be born.”

And everywhere I look, I see evidence of waking up
even in this land of the dead
voices speaking soflty of things long forgotten
and for once they’re not all just in my head

Did you know that there’s an ancient city
buried just behind the Wal-Mart?
In Rockwall, Texas, for 12,000 years
you and your Bible think you’re so smart

Well everytime I look just a bit below the surface
I get a little closer to the Light
From the stars we came, building temples to remind us
we are here to fight the good fight

There’s a war in heaven
and a war in my heart
for the truth to be set free
Release my mind and body from this night
let the politicians have their reality….

Spinning words around our necks like nooses singing
Terrorist, traitor, thief
Holding secret courts and courting secret prisons
we are America, Land of Disbelief

But I hear talk of a new world rising
which side will control it I don’t know
All I can do is find my path up the mountain
in this avalanche of circumstantial snow

The rain’s comin’ down so hard outside
like the four horses galloping fast
oil prices rising with calculated calm
how quickly we forget the past

In one hundred years will your steeples be as tall
as the tallest trees I can plant?
Will you walk through the forests that your fears left behind
In the underwater California sand?

In alignment of the centerfold
of the book of the night sky
I reached out my arms and took ahold
of the pages inside…

And I got lost in a dream and came out
wrapped in a metaphor of thorns
and all I could hear was the voice of the Universe
sayin, “You are here to be born.”

Every time I see a heron or a red-tailed hawk
I give a shout out to my homeboys, Horus and Thoth
a little truth on the wind, a little writing on the wing
you never know how much magick your prayers can bring

Dionysis, Osiris, Jesus Christ Onassis
(Inanna Pan IAO Pan)
Fisher Kings
From the Merovignian rings
Lift off and land on the 30th parallel
Giza runways, starmaps paved
Cair Paravel

the grey is the Blue Lady
wearing a virgin mask
on a crescent moon
riding the waves in

Tiamat landing
Tiamat landing
Dragon Lady
Dragons of the sea

And Lucifer, who kicked you out? And put the other guy in?
Blood bath lovin’ Yahweh gonna go the way
of the dinosaurs
Time out
There’s no time left anymore
Get your Kabal on
Get your Kabal on
Th true Illuminati
is you and me
we are branches of the same tree

I want to summon the sky
to open up its veiled eyes
and vision us with wild lights
and close encounters of the third kind
Cause, you see, I’m not in it for the plea bargain,
no get out of jail free card, I’ve done my time
served my sentences with acute punctuation
shared my heart’s medicine wheel constitution
and believe me, I’m tired. But not beaten.
We are light. Don’t get eaten.
Just listen to the drums that beat from my body
deep within me, there’s a part, I swear, that’s still holy
If you go there, go there with me fully.
This is how we part the Veil.

I want to summon the sky
open up a portal through time
seeking answers that are not mine
and only with Icarus, die.
Cause we’re not in this for the free shit.
All of Nature is renewed by fire
and if you look at the body as it’s lying on the pyre
you’ll see a statue of a man I call lover
you’ll see a civilization that denied the Mother
you’ll see my reflection in the still moon water
saying “Come now. Join the sky.
Sway the stars with your pen’s light
Follow me, if you will, down the rabbit hole, under the hill
I’ll hold you until your kisses are still.
I’ll hold you until your kisses are still.
This is how we part the Veil.

A song written on accordion.

Grackles & crows & warm summer snows
storm’s comin’ that’s gonna whipe the earth clean
smell the sapphire air as the chemtrails glare
through the yellowing skies eroding the Beam

Gunslinger, take me whereever you go
I seek the Dark Tower but why I don’t know
My heart is a bullet, it knows where to go
but my hands they tremble with fear

Susanna gave me a lift to New York
Over coffee she told me, “Here there be doors.”
That open to beaches in a world that’s moved on
“Just wait for it, honey, your time’s gonna come.”

When you hold your first gun like when you first kiss with tongue
A childlike confusion replaced with the sum
of all your innocence burned into one
And out rise the Phoenix, cold as a gun.

I walk through the valley of the shadow of the doubt
I walk through the valley of the shadow
I walk through the valley of the shadow of the pyramid

We run through the wet stars
grass upon our knees
like banshees we drown out
the medicated city

They rig our elections
and kill those who set us free
but they don’t have the music
and they can’t stop the sea

We are overflowing
with information
We are in communion
with Revelation

Sing it hey

I walk through the valley of the shadow of the doubt
I walk through the valley of the shadow
I walk through the valley of the shadow of the pyramid

Long time ago
You took us for fools
Made our calendar backwards
so that we couldn’t live true

We will never stop listening
to the undercurrent of your lies
We will never stop remembering
what you did what you tried
how you tried

33 degrees Abu Graib
Do you think we didn’t know?
322 we’re onto you
and our magick is our only hope
Go tell it to your skull and bones

We are overflowing
with information
We are in communion
with Revelation

Go tell it to your skull and bones
Go tell it to your NWO
Go tell it to the mountain
the only one who’s home

We are not our skin
We are deeper than you know

Ever have those days when you get nice little reminders that you’re in the Dreaming, wide awake? You’re controlling this world, its novelties, its eccentricities, it’s intricacies…but in a way that’s in harmony with some over arching order, some as-yet unrevealed destiny or path. Ka like the wind, as a gunslinger would say. Well, today’s one of those days.

My folks have a farm, and four farm dogs, all ranging from seven to fourteen years of age. The two best guard dogs are on the upper end of that age curve, so they’ve been talking about getting a new dog. The last time I was out, I was like, “You’re gonna need to get a big, white, beautiful Pyrenees mix.” I said that several times over the past couple of weeks and would consciously think about how nice it would be to have a giant white dog. I’ve been wanting one forever, since before I got my little Sirian spy, Pele.

So what shows up at the gate this morning? A big, white, beautiful Pyrenees mix. With big, black eyes and a huge heart that’s followed my mom everywhere today. She’s on the farm alone a lot, so I like that she’s got a time and space bending, magically manifested shepherd to watch over her. Oh Mr. McKenna, your novelty is exponentiating towards some creative event horizon that I’m sure you can see, now that you’re no longer limited to your meat suit. What a cool world.

So I put out some more songs, available on iTunes and almost anywhere you can get MP3 downloads. Here’s the iTunes link:

And of course, you can buy the physical Shadowsongs EP for just $5…The Remembering is out of stock, cause I’m a broke ass mo’ fo’ for the time being, but I may re-master it and re-release it at some point when I’m wildly famous. You know, like Samuel L. Jackson famous. Word.

P.S.
As always, if you can’t afford any music, and you want to have some, shoot me an email through Myspace and I’ll get your email and send you MP3s. I’m all about the free music, free love, free Revolution of mind, body, and soul. Money is an existential conundrum that doesn’t actually express any value in and of itself; it’s just nice for things. Like, you know, food. And making more albums.