Here’s our performance of 33rd Degree at O’Riley’s in Dallas–First show together as a band!
Lyrics HERE.
Archive for February, 2010
33rd Degree–The Demigods
Posted in Ancient Civilizations, Annunaki, delphi, Exo-Politics, lyrics, music with tags 33rd degree, 33rd degree freemasons, delphi, esoteric, history, masonic history, music, mysticism, poetry, the demigods on February 23, 2010 by skyscrapedmitakuye oyasin
Posted in delphi, lyrics, music with tags delphi, delphi and the demigods, mitakuye oyasin, poetry, shamanism, sirius, song, songs, star child, wake up on February 11, 2010 by skyscrapedThe circle is open
I join the ones who have spoken
Their voice is the west wind
Their song is precession
(chorus)
Second star to the right
Make me a woman tonight
Feel what I hear under your skin
And breathe this night in
Bow down before It
You can’t ignore It
The science of the forest
the quantum leaping in
Under the Veil now
Clothed in the meltdown
Take me aboard now
I’m ready to begin
(chorus)
Sit down and tell me
You think we’re crazy
To see what is unseen
To hear beyond the Sound
These songs are alive now
You let your soul out
Just listen and write down
The notes from the sky
(chorus)
The Night
Posted in delphi, poetry with tags delphi, poetry, sacred, spiritual, sufi, unknown on February 4, 2010 by skyscrapedThe night, the rain, the wind
is all I have left
of you
This search for truth, this winding bend
a road that stretches
with no proof
No god but God
in the mystery
Not a sound but a song
of the histories
No answers but love
in infinity
I walk this world awake
and dream.
The rain used to begin
with a dance, a prayer
a symphony
My mind is a whirlwind
comprehending
the prophecy
Spoken by the broken ones,
the ones who cracked
the spell, the key
is never found by those bound
to fame.
So I wake in the night, to the wind, the rain
my soulmates, acolytes
in this world of flame
And we collide like code words
breaking open in rage
Where the heart and mind align.
Shambala, Allah, Buddah, Mahdi,
come to me in my timeless dreams
come to me under the skin of things
where walk the sullen shadows
glittering like the rain.
Inner Earth, Inner Peace
Posted in Ancient Civilizations, Art, poetry with tags allah, balance, buddha, buddhism, enlightenment, harmony, inner earth mandalas, islam, mandalas, peace, shambala, tibet on February 3, 2010 by skyscrapedToday is in desparate need of some color and enLIGHTenment. I love the comparison of Islamic and Buddhist mandalas; they both represent balance and enlightenment to me.
A Dream within a Dream
Posted in poetry, The Delphi Report on February 2, 2010 by skyscrapedA Dream within a Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
Analysis on the next Delphi Report: February 6, 2010
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep – while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Song of the Day–”The Way”
Posted in lyrics, music on February 1, 2010 by skyscrapedMia Doi Todd.
I’ve been looking for a way out
Of this crazy situation now–
The world in crisis; seems like paradise
Was lost and won’t be found
And all of life is endangered
And on the verge of breaking down.
I wake up all fear and dread-locked
By all the things I cannot talk about.
We built our house of cards on ignorance,
A landfill of deceit. The walls are hollow
And we listen, worry what they will secrete.
Woe woe woe woe is we.
We all know they’ve got it fixed
In politico-economics.
We’re junking bonds; we’re dropping
Bombs we’ve made by guzzling gasoline.
Public confidence is shaken
Like the apple from the tree.
Namu Amida Butsu, gomen.
Forgive me for my trespasses.
I do my best to exist east of Eden,
West of garbagetown, over-accumulated
Karma. Armageddon, full meltdown.
Woe woe woe woe is me.
I’ve been looking for a way out
Of this crazy situation now–
Our world in crisis; seems like paradise
Was lost and won’t be found
And both our lives are endangered
And on the verge of breaking down.
Woe woe woe woe is we.
Then the garden gates swing wide,
And we enter paradise.
We are angels; we are good.
We open our wings; we’ve understood
How time and change are fine,
They’re the way. They’re the way.
