Archive for July, 2009

“This record is gonna fuck people up.”

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, song with tags , , , , , , , , on July 23, 2009 by skyscraped

-Josh Reeves

“The Long Countdown” will be out EARLY OCTOBER 2009!

Guess what?!?! The first tracks from my new album, “The Long Countdown” are now up and mastered! Check out “Tune In” and “Centerfold” at my Myspace Page and let me know whatcha think!

Both were recorded, mixed, and mastered by my good friend Josh Reeves of the Global Reality Show. Not only is he a rockin’ talk show host, addressing issues ranging from ancient civilizations, ufos, exo-politics and the methodology of control in our modern society, but he’s a great friend and fellow musician who just happens to love the music enough to inspire badass recording sessions, and then kicks me out of the studio to work incessantly until they’re mixed to perfection. MUCH love and thanks to the entire Reeves family, Jamie, Josh, and Jake, for the many times I have crashed their house with my guitar, wine, and weird conversations. ;)

I am VERY excited about this! Let me know whatchya’ll think about the new songs!

Love,
Delphi

Saudi Lines resemble the Nasca Drawings

Posted in Ancient Civilizations, Annunaki, News, ufo with tags , , , on July 15, 2009 by skyscraped

From “Desktop Archeology” in Saudi Aramco World:

For nearly a century, archeologists have routinely used aerial photographs as a key tool for discoveries and investigations. In western Europe, the discovery through aerial reconnaissance of tens of thousands of previously unknown sites has transformed the way the past is interpreted and explained. In discussions of archeology, aerial views are often far more informative than ground photographs because the aerial views show the whole site within its geographical and environmental context, and they often show patterns too subtle or confusing to be recognizable on the ground.
Amid the patchwork of Google Earth’s satellite imagery, 15 to 20 percent of the Arabian Peninsula is covered at resolutions high enough to show archeological structures.
Above: Amid the patchwork of Google Earth’s satellite imagery, 15 to 20 percent of the Arabian Peninsula is covered at resolutions high enough to show archeological structures. Below: Google Earth’s ability to tilt the viewing angle provides oblique views like those from an aircraft. The dark lines are the remains of stone walls barely visible on the ground (bottom). Animals may have been driven into this “barbed arrow” structure; the rounded “hides” at the points may have given cover to hunters.
Animals may have been driven into this “barbed arrow” structure; the rounded “hides” at the points may have given cover to hunters.

In the Middle East as a whole, there is a growing awareness of the value of this technique, particularly given the volume and complexity of remains and the need to balance preservation with rapid industrial development. Jordan has instituted and supports a program of aerial archeology, to which I have contributed. Recently, however, archeologists have begun to use the satellite imagery publicly available since the launch

saudi rock circle

saudi rock circle

lines in saudi arabian desert

lines in saudi arabian desert

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Ophelia’s Wine

Posted in delphi, lyrics, music, song with tags , , , on July 14, 2009 by skyscraped

If love is a foreign legion you have to level
with your hegemonic democratic war machine
I guess it never occurred to you that you might need a back up
a lover to invoke your heartbroken dreams

I’ll sing about the tetrahedral signs you draw
to keep your possessions at bay
but my heart is the Holy Ghost you forgot
when you signed your life away

Dr. Faustus hear me out
Dr. Frankenstein, put your books down
Dr. Jekyll, get out
I’m drinkin’ Ophelia’s wine

If fire is an elemental thing you control
with your nuclear demons inside
wiping out the populations of your soul
while you buy yourself a bit more time

Then my magick is a storm cloud over the sea
raining frogs down in Tokyo
everything’s connected like the web to the tree
you can’t destroy what was created, you know

Dr. Faustus hear me out
Dr. Frankenstein, put your books down
Dr. Jekyll, get out
I’m drinkin’ Ophelia’s wine

Oh, my love
Get on your pale horse
Ride away from here
Oh, my love,
Get on your chariot
Swing low
cause they will eat your fear

On the Cusp of the Great Change

Posted in delphi, poetry, song with tags , , , , on July 14, 2009 by skyscraped

A Curse, for The Controllers.

Posted in News, Spirituality, delphi, poetry, syncronicity with tags , , , , on July 13, 2009 by skyscraped

Motherfucking chode popping
harbingers of dispair and devolution,
you bitches are going
DOWN.

We are not your vaccination test monkeys,
your sympathetic petri dishes,
your lay-down-now-this-won’t-hurt
push pin dolls who drink the milk
that does nobody any good,
(especially those bloated Monsanto cows
with utters reaching to China)
We are not your anti-bacterial
insanitation device,
We are not your hospitals where
our poorest go to die–

And we are not your swine flu.

Is that shit even real?

Do you know ANYONE who has it?

When was the last time you looked in the mirror
and didn’t try and pronounce yourself diseased?
When was the last time you didn’t take ANYTHING
to feel good, to feel normal, to feel healthy?
When did you get off without the blue pill?
When will they cure female impotence, by the way?
Maybe it’ll be the day when they stop raping
our bodies for good nutrients,
our earth for resources,
our children for their creativity,
our animals for their lack of tear ducts
and inability to scream,
our mothers for their desire to
but who silently sit and watch their children take the bullet.

You MOTHER-fucking, MOTHER-killing, diseased minds of
impotent old men who wish their cocks were bigger than the heart of the sky,
wish their minds were stronger than the inevitable march of entropy,
wish their goals were as infallible
as the supernova of a hundred billion latent Sun Gods;
You bitches, and I do not mean to insult the pregnant mothers of puppies,
for dogs are better and more genuine than any pretense of humanity
you suppose;
You whores, and I do not mean to insult prostitutes, for fucking for crack and money
is more noble than allowing a Satanic cock up your ass for power, as you have done;
You, you who say your power resides
in policies of disease, manipulations of science, and the perversion of the word “Medicine”;
You do not get my body.
You do not get my mind.
and you, shall never inherit
any earth I walk upon, so long
as the soul in my cunt screams louder
than any bomb, any shot, any death
brought by the silent pill
the syringe
or the gun.

Truth is a bullet thought dressed in rags

Posted in Exo-Politics, Spirituality, Traveling, delphi, lyrics, poetry with tags , on July 6, 2009 by skyscraped

with its head between the finger and the trigger.
An opinion does not kill or maim
An idea has no weapon
An apocalypse is a revelation
not Death, destroyer of worlds.

Don’t tell me not to have an opinion
on genocide.
Don’t tell me not to have an opinion
when leaders rob children of their human rights.
Remember, Gaza?
Remember, Guantanamo?
Do you really want to put your faith in Hope?
Or how about in that elusive bullet,
Truth, the mist of a strange gun,
the smoking mirror, the grassy knoll hit man,
the Mossad death squads, the Iran Contras,
the MK Ultra sex slave apprentices,
the Montauk time captives,
the 17 of the 19, the Building Sevens,
and the coincidences
that I don’t believe are coincidences?
Feed my mind the whole grain, not the processed;
Give me info-shamanic organic non-material, non-matter
because it does
not
matter.

Your country does not matter
Your anthem does not matter
Your judgment does not matter.

I feel more connection to a Muslim in the Middle East
than to the ravings of a Sunday School priest class.

Fake nails that don’t scratch the surface
Music sung out your ass.

Shut up.

You have destroyed the Revelation before it’s begun.

But there’s a handful of others who have opinions for guns
and they wield them delicately, carving the air
bulletproof; gunslingers of the last days
Children of the Wasteland, falling away
and against the ebb and flow of the peace train
that’s just a swan song when you chip off the paint.

Truth is a bullet thought, slicing the air;
Challenging the brainpan
to remain intact.