Archive for December, 2008

Radio Galacity

Posted in delphi, lyrics with tags , , , , , , on December 25, 2008 by skyscraped

New song, look for it in ’09…

Take my heart from my chest
use it to beat your drum
Take my eyes from my head
and wipe them clean with your thumb
Take the river that runs through my veins
and empty it out to the sea
All of us are here broadcasting live
from Radio Galacity

Take this song of myself
use it for the world to sing
When she’s tired and old and nobody knows
how beautiful she can be
Lovers and friends, we’ll all meet again
after ages and histories
And even if they win and burn us again
I’ll see you there on the breeze

Chorus:
Are you
surprised
This life you live
is like a dream?
26,000 years
is just a blink
of an eye
on a snake
With his tail in his mouth…
Can you hear me now?

Well I got a soul that keeps on singing
even if they cut out my tongue
And we all got a heart that’ll keep on beating
even if they use their guns
I knew a man who lived every day
Like he’d only just learned how to read
Devouring books and then bringing them to life
He said, “I learn so that I may teach.”
God is alive when the music is right
the rest is just hypocrisy
You know that the story’s old, the stories we’re told
were never meant to put us to sleep

Chorus

You’re lookin’ to hard if you can’t hear your heart
and the scriptures that it beats
ET phone home, you will not be sent on
until you make that first leap:

2012
Fifth World
Goin’ on twenty-one…
Thirty-three
die and rise
Floating out to sea
Beam me up
Take me high
Radio Galacity…

Spinning Wheel
Elohim
Beam of Light
Through the trees
They can burn
All the books
But never touch
The Library
Know yourself
Know the truth
You are infinity
Hexagram
In a hive
Dancing just to sing…

Are you
Surprised
This life is just a dream?
26,000 years
Is just a blink
Of an eye
On a snake
With his tail in his mouth
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me Now?

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Picturesque Silhouette

Posted in delphi, lyrics with tags , , , , on December 25, 2008 by skyscraped

New song, will probably be released Summer of 2009. For those 1 in 3 girls, all my friends have gone through this. Somehow I was spared. Blessings to the scarred ones, the beautiful ones, you are stronger than you know.

It’s a picturesque silhouette
it hides her lines and pirouettes
the tears into gentle curves
instead of all the caverns of her hurt
It’s a paradise, but portraits lie
about the Great Below
and the overflow
she eats her way to ugliness
so no one will ever hurt her again
But she’s more beautiful with scars
than without them.

It’s a serenade of an awful place
no one should ever wake with blood on their face
I wanna kill the ones who can only rape
the love right from your heart
Religion is the wreckless love
that puts a price on every sacred dove
Innocence is a state of mind
not determined by your body or life
so go fly away now, dove
on your wings of blood
the wind will bless you.

We step into the crowded room
filled with so many girls and so many wounds
and the men who love them painfully
get bitten like they were the Beast
and its a saddened loom, a woven moon
in a tapestry that spoke too soon
I hope that time can heal us all
with its painful memories and lovesick calls

but it’s a picturesque silhouette
It hides her lines and pirouettes
her tears into a gentle world
where no one goes except the girls
of Paradise, and portraits lie
but underneath vanilla skies
She sings her way to wakefullness
and no one will ever hurt her again
she’s so beautiful with scars
she’s so much more beautiful with the scars
than without them.

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Beautiful Things

Posted in Art, Comics on December 25, 2008 by skyscraped

Check it: art and inspiration by the artist Matthew Warlick, on his new blog…

Pay special attention to threads on “Eden Lost,” a new web comic, written by yours truly and Illustrated by Warlick.

Eden Seneclair is the daughter of a prominent Atlantean banker whose involvement in a false flag terrorist attack wakes her up to the truth–all reality is breaking loose, and the few people trying to hold it together are trying to build a new one in its wake, one based on a genetically pre-programmed society called Agharta that will be introduced after a massive population “reduction” occurs. Eden escapes her posh life and goes underground, literally, with a group of revolutionaries. Together they take on Project Agharta, giants, trans-dimensional monsters, and the ruling elite class in an attempt to open Atlantis’ eyes before she goes under the waves forever.

Coming Mid-2009.

Eden and Darius Seneclair

Eden and Darius Seneclair

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We’ll go on

Posted in delphi, lyrics on December 25, 2008 by skyscraped

Here’s a couple new songs from the desert, this particular one was written on Halloween Eve right after I got here. It’s about someone I love very, very much, who happens to be a badass as well.

My heart is tired of chasing the wind
So i’m gonna start this here sand script
I’m gonna take my time with him
Cause I know that this is it
Never satisfied by the hunt, I
guess I never know what I’ve got
Guess next time I’ll draw a different lot
But they all lead back to you

We’ll go on, We’ll go on, baby we’ll go on…

It really is like a book that I read
The story’s old, outta someone’s head
Two lovers torn by time, like death
Well I hope its not that hard

It ain’t easy being a bird
When you’re a white river running, I heard
You made it to the sea, well that’s much further
than any river I’ve ever run

Time’s a comin’ when this will all change
The sea won’t remember the mountain’s name
We’ll watch it hand in hand, this I pray
Hold on baby, it’s gotta be this way

We’ll go on, we’ll go on, we’ll go on…

Where we meet again in the stars
we’ll go on
When you said, “That isn’t Mars…”
we’ll go on
“It moves too fast to be…”

Where we find the Grave of Eve
we’ll go on
We gotta call down the sun
We’ll go on
Let the spirits join as one
This distance is the tapestry

Of a woven moon and sun
Of all history come undone
Lookin’ back to find the burn
of the Truth in our lungs
My Father’s book is torn
Your Mother’s heart has worn
every holy hand of man
right down to the bone
And we are 33rd Degree
Shamans of the Tree
Bustin’ up the World Elite
with our creativity
I love you even more
than I love an open door
And we’ll go on right through the floor
into other worlds than these….

We’ll go on, da da da da da da dummm

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One Eyed Man

Posted in delphi, lyrics on December 25, 2008 by skyscraped

I seen a One Eyed Man walkin down the road
four horseman in tow
He’s got a smile wider than the newspapers can hold
He’s got em under his throw
1963 the King of Camelot
Sacrificed to their work
1975 the King of the oil
shot by Zion in the desert….

One more holy war
One more Paradise Lost
to the blood thirsty Family
ONe more Kingdom come
I don’t want their Zion
I know they call me crazy but
at least I’m free

You can trace it back through the blood on their hands
Rothschild Merovignians
you cna trace it all the way to the white house door
Adam Weishaupt’s on your dollar man
Bagram, Guantanamo, Abu Graib
Do you think they’re just prisons?
Sacrificial altars to the God who calls us slaves
33rd Degree Pythons

I gotta know
What they try and hide
I got this rigorous intuition
building up inside
Its been goin on way too long
but the more I know the more I blow
my mind there’s no coincidences
In the Rabbit Hole

So just nevermind, turn your iPod up man
But you hear it in the songs now
Don’t look it up, it will drive you mad
Too many scholars got the low down
To rule by secrecy is to rule it all
Democrat or Republican
They wanna tear us down so they can build their hall
draw your line now in the sand

Well I got one middle finger for the puppets on the right
who think that Jesus is gonna save us all if we go down in a fight
And I got one middle finger for the puppets on the left
who think that the government will save us all when we’re
Rollin’ in blood debt

well I am not a god
and I’m not a man
I surely ain’t know Virgin
But I will give my heart to birth the revolution
if it means we’ll be free again
And I will tear down the walls
of the One Eyed Man

Or I will die tryin…
or I will die tryin.

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The Longest Day of Night

Posted in Uncategorized on December 22, 2008 by skyscraped

It’s the solstice, 2008. Four years until that fateful alignment, whatever it may bring. One year to the day from when I realized I was on the wrong path, and systematically destroyed everything normal about my life in order to find the one I’m supposed to live.

So here I am, one year later in Saudi Arabia. Why did I give up an active music scene life, the freedom to drive, the freedom to wear whatever I wished, say what I wished, and hang out with whoever I wished in exchange for a monklike apartment in a second-rate private school? Why did I leave those I love? Why did I do this to myself? I don’t really know how to answer other than to say that I had to. I’ve never felt something so urgent or pulling in my life. I felt it and just knew. And jesus christ bananas I’m certainly not always grateful.

But I have never, in all my life, been able to feel as much as I do right now. I hope to carry this lesson, above all else, back to me. To never forget what it feels like to read the headline, “U.S. Drones strike Pakistan, Kill Seven,” and then get into a taxi in a strange part of town, having not been spoken to as an equal by ANY man other than a coworker for five minutes three days ago, and then be joked with and talked to like a person by none other than a young Pakistani driver. That happened today. That happened today after I got back from taking the tiny, starved kitten I found two days ago to the vet. After being told that the kitten, who I’ve named Oliver and who just yesterday seemed to be improving, would be very, very lucky to make it through Christmas. This, in a city where children regularly beat cats because they aren’t taught to love them, and because they get beaten too. This is not Islam doing the beating, it’s ignorance and it’s part of the veil of destruction that gets swept over this part of the world. Create an obscenely rich class and an obscenely poor one; give them no reason to love, and give them every opportunity to create violence, and you have the perfect recipe for madness.

Then, a smile, a kind word from a young Pakistani. I wonder if he knew about the bombings. We didn’t talk about it. Instead, he asked me about the kitten in my lap. He talked about how much he missed Pakistan. I told him how much I missed Texas.

This, after I sat in a room with 16 eleventh-grade girls who want to talk about politics all the time, and read them Brave New World all afternoon.

This, after three undersea cables were cut, shutting of Internet access to India and Pakistan. Hmmm. This, after finding out that McConnell’s plane was sabotaged. And that Patton was probably assassinated. After days of learning more and more that our “Heroes” who bring “Change” and promise “Hope” are nothing more than pawns for the same regime that’s been oppressing us for centuries.

Why do you think the greatest storytellers have told the same story over, and over, and over again, exposing the truth in fiction? Why do you think we continue to bleed for ideas we don’t believe in or condone? Why do you think they make us fear the Unknown, the Other?

Part of me shakes my head at our stupidity. But the other part raises her fist with the hope this will FINALLY make us realize what a sheer force of power we truly are. That we are more than just our bodies in this time and place. That we are every member of a Tradition that has resisted, time and again, a total eclipse of power. That we are light that rises, and remind us of a slow birthing spring, on the longest day of night.

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