Then the boys drive by,
some of them forty, or older,
when I’m jogging in hot August sun–
And I grow my three heads and my one middle finger
Because it’s better to just be the Ugly sometimes.

When the girls come out
and take all the conversation
to their waistline, their bust size, their clothes,
I am too weird to care
or too bored to tears
for my Ugly inside was my comfort for years
showing me worlds that Pretty
never could find.

And I loved my Ugly
even though it’s culturally right and acceptable,
to be meat on the table,
a salted Aphrodite spread and ready as pie.
God forbid she be too thick
too thin or too quick
as long as she buries
her Ugly inside.

I say raise her up, let Ugly come out
believe she is you for a day
Remember the way
your Ugly made you sane
when Pretty pushed you away
Remember the worlds
you were forced to see early,
the way Pretty tarnished what she loved–
only Ugly would stop,
let other Uglies in,
and grow Beauty in the place
that Pretty forgot.

There is no time left
only the beating hearts of Shiva and Pravati
locked eternal.

I do not seek to know the plan.
I do not seek to own the plan,
only to adhere to the Truth as it’s been revealed
and the Truth reveals herself
changes her face
puts on another gown
lights a cigarette and laughs out loud:
“Don’t be fooled by what’s about to go down.”

So we weave and work our songheart earth
and I awake with your notes in my dream.

We are the stones the builders refused
and in refusing, set us free.

You find your tribe on the open mountains
the avalanches buried under the sea
you find your story happen just like you wrote it
down to the details of your wildest dreams

And all the nails of this material coffin
turn into feathers on a talking bird
Your soul is lifted to another dimension
Hang in their baby, this might hurt

(chorus)
The Tower is close
You are wired to the fold
you have walked into the void
of the darkest night of the soul
and you are gold

The souls around you carry a lamplight
Gather together when it looks like rain
Everyone knows that the Big One’s comin’
Everyone knows you gotta hop that train

And take a lesson from the Buddha sipping wine
Take a lesson from the rolling plains
Let the stars read you their novel
and learn to meditate when you’re in pain

The Tower is close
You are wired to the fold
you have walked into the void
of the darkest night of the soul
and you are gold

when I was sixteen, I dreamed
I’d tried to cut my arms open
and they put me in a cabin in the woods
all alone
and the doorbell rang, it was the Author
of All Things, he said,
“You got one story to write
before you’re gone,
And you’re not gone
Wake up and be done
Shatter your imprints, impliments of torture
on the rock of Truth.”

In these dirty streets, empty of leaves
Remember the Rose that grows up through concrete
And the spell of urban gypsies
weaving the night air into tapestries
of indigo kids
fighting their way home

The Tower is close
You are wiser than you know
you have walked into the void
of the darkest night of the soul
and you are gold

NEW DEMIGODS MUSIC!

From The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn Blog:

Particularly noteworthy is Colquhoun’s mention of an oral tradition regarding sexuality within the original HOGD as well as in the Alpha et Omega. Colquhoun also mentions that, in her opinion, the sexual aspects should appear in the highest grades of any occult fraternity, including the projected Third Order of the original Golden Dawn, as is presently the case in the Third Order of Mathers’ Alpha et Omega.
Colquhoun further discusses actual rituals pertaining to sexual polarity performed by early members of the Golden Dawn. In particular, she discusses at length the unpublished “Lilith” ritual of A.E. Waite that she found at the Warburg Institute. Finally, Colquhoun also discusses issues pertaining to Golden Dawn ritual and tantra groups regarding sexual polarity and the role of women in both tantra groups as well as in the original Golden Dawn.

“The Road.”

Take my heart, crack it open
Take my body, split it wide.
Take my hands, neatly folded,
Let them flail mad and wild.
Take my words, erase them all,
for what they cannot say.
Take me here, before the Fall
I will not run away

This road may be the death of me
We may not make it child
But I’ll be with you in the threshhold sea–
One day, I’ll see you smile

Take my breath, it isn’t good anymore,
unless it labors with love.
Take my mind, it’s useless paramours,
a swimming pool devoured by the flood.
Let the walls around me tumble down,
Until all I have left, is you.
Take what’s left of this burned out house,
May it warm you, through and through.

This wayward half that’s left of me
Cries only now for peace.
A voice for this silent effigy
that smoulders under the keep.

Well I know it’s only just a song to you,
but to me it is what will come:
Eminate love a thousandfold,
and to you it will return.

This road may be the death of me.
We may not make it, child.
But I’ll be with you in the threshhold sea–
One day I’ll see you smile.

One day I’ll see you smile.

Lyrics HERE.

(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)