Archive for August, 2008

The Soilent Green Blues

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, poetry on August 23, 2008 by skyscraped

Cookin’ up a scare peice that will surely get surrender
With your fickle phallic palaces of opium and slander
I am waiting in the gallery of fifty thousand mirrors
gonna shine a little light on you

Rupert Murdoch favors somethin’ straight from Armageddon
It really doesn’t take much of a vivid imagination
to put two and two together they don’t make a fair election
so bust out your tinfoil hats and find the truth

God is an alien
JFK was shot by Merovignians
The pyramids were not built by the Egyptians
I’m a girl and I know that now what are you?

Flouride in your drinking glasses set upon the table
they used that shit at Auschwitz
Just like Cain and Abel
I am not my brother’s keeper but this ain’t no Bible Fable
so wake up and smell the Soilent Green Blues

WE haven’t had real money since the early 20th century
birthed by Jack the Ripper it’s one bloody bad conspiracy
CFR, Trilateral, Bilderberger, 33rd Degree Dynasty….
No wonder we’re at war it’s what we do
No wonder we’re at war it’s what we do….

Chorus

I’d really like to go sleep and swallow down their lies
but ever since Zapruder’s leak I can’t shut my eyes
don’t even have to dig that deep, someone tell me why
No plane hit building seven…that’s a pretty bad disguise.

But I know there’s a key to life
Hidden secret knowledge like Jesus told his wife
and the Watchers loved the witches so we burn into the night
but the flames only bring the Truth to light
I said the flames only bring the Truth to light

chorus

Copyright 2008 Cheryl Anderson. All rights reserved.

White Doves

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, poetry on August 13, 2008 by skyscraped

Please don’t wake the dead for me
I just need to feel your energy
Hold it close to me like a cherished piece
of time and feel your open mind

Please don’t be afraid to speak
all the secrets you’d entrust to me
I’m no perfect soul but if you’d forgive me
I would hold them close forever

Chorus
See, I’m my own prison and my own prison warder
and I’ve never made keys for any other
but when you look at me with your whole heart forward
the walls come tumblin’ down
There’s so much pain in inspiration
I used to dwell on separation
but how can we be different in our views of this nation
and still hold each other tonight?

I’m gonna take every part of me
that I fight in letting go
Give it up to the angels, wrestling life
like a time-encrusted soul

I’m gonna take every living mirror
walkin’ round in different skin
I’m gonna look at them with my whole heart forward
let the saints come marchin’ in.

I’m gonna stay on the path in front of me
it’s the only one that leads me true
And it’s a strange twist of fate and a strange little world
that lead me back to you

Chorus

Can we wake the dead again
with our songs and our love and our love-makin’?
I don’t know but there’s just something sayin’
Don’t go back to sleep.

Please don’t lay the bait for me
I’ve got so much rage inside of me
gathered in a bouquet of heart-breakin’ beauty
like everyone else here tonight.

Please don’t take these souls from me
I need them here to manifest peace
All the precious ones with infinity
Tattooed in light above their eyes.

We’re we’re own prisons and our own prison warders…
Chorus

So don’t swing low sweet chariot
I’m gonna gather all my love
Put it into words and send it out on songs
like ships of white doves

Well there’s really only one simple explanation
how we can be so different and have this sensation
We’re a part of a piece of divine inspiration
and no label speaks its name

I love you, Dr. Kissenger
I love you, George Bush
I love you evangelical Christians
I love you who burn the woods

I love you all who make things right
and I love who make things wrong
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Love is the first and only song

Chorus

Please don’t wake the dead for me
I just need to feel your energy
Hold it close to me
like a cherished piece of time
and feel your open mind

Orbs in Marathon, TX

Posted in ufo with tags , , on August 9, 2008 by skyscraped

Video of what my mother and I saw between 4-6am out in Marathon, Texas. There were many others up in the sky, but this one was the brightest.

Comin’ to an End

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, poetry on August 6, 2008 by skyscraped

Comin’ to an End

White rhythm wings encircle the light
a moon dancing gypsy casts spells in the night
This storm called syncronicity’s guiding me right
to the heart of the ancient oppressors

Tiamat’s sister was born with a broken heart
When I hear her whisper, I know I’m not far
but try telling that to a shell of a man
Who’s given all his spark to the gods of this wasteland

(chorus)
We will live again
through tidal waves and fire
and nuclear wind
We will live again
through the dark night of the soul
and the reign of Nephilim

Cast from the heavens like the walking dead
half god and half man and living all in their heads
they buried the lightbringers deep underground
but up through the centuries we’ve uncovered the sound

Look around, my lover, for the heart in your chest
Remember how you felt as you lay on my breast
I would’ve loved you completely, better than the rest
but that knowledge turned you to stone.

(chorus)

So listen you daughters of Eve and fight
Ready your body and awaken the light
The sons of the stars may not treat you right
but our love is stronger than time

And to all you gentlemen bearing the cross
What is your masculinity? What years have you lost?
Let your heart shine through, put your mask away
Cause only together can we end this war game

(chorus)
the reign of the Nephilim is comin’ to an end.

Country Orb Song

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, poetry, song on August 6, 2008 by skyscraped

It’s four in the mornin’
I’m awake again
You’re never really alone
In the West Texas wind
There’s a light in the sky
that’s drawin’ me in
Dancing through the stars
like a dolphin’s fin

And I tend to believe
that we are one in the same
all made out of energy
in this magnetic game
All made out of stardust
in this physical plane
Then my mind shuts the door
and I’m alone again

They flash like a freight train
silent as a cold rain
And dance round in tandem
I know they ain’t know airplanes
Let everyone believe that I’ve long gone insane
But the music of the spheres
is singin’ my name

Sayin, “You gotta believe
that we are one in the same.
All made out of energy
in this magnetic game.
All made out of stardust
in this physical plane,
but your mind shuts the door
and you’re alone again.”

Now I ain’t talkin’ about
your government-swamp-gas-
black-ops-helicopters
I ain’t talkin’ about
your Bluebeam-Secret-Space-
radiating-teleprompters
I ain’t talkin’ about
being blind to science and the truth
But I know what I’ve seen and
they’re not gonna hurt you
I know what I’ve seen and
they’re as real as me and you.

Well some say that my mind
is too open for these trying times
But I say it’s a fight
to keep any part of your spine aligned
With the Path I’m tryin’ to find
Might as well tunnel through a beehive
But I always manage to hold
just one little piece of the light.

Cause I tend to believe
that we are one in the same
all made out of energy
in this magnetic game
all made out of stardust
in this physical plane
then my mind shuts the door
and I’m alone again
But if I break open the door
I’m never alone again