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
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.
Oh, Jimi, why?
Why are there lights
moving my pen
whenever I write
This is the time
Watch the fault lines
They’ll act like our kind
but they’re dead inside
Oh, you know, you know, you know it
Oh, you know, you know
I count 69 spirals inside
216 million points of light
The rose is on fire
in the tower tonight
I’ll give all my love
to carry it right
Carry it, I’ll carry it, sweet chariot
sweet chariot, take me, take me home
Your Mother’s on fire if your darkness is your light
Gonna take a little ride into paradise
got a merman sittin’ shotgun 1983
we got directions from a message given to me
Pay attention, little girl, hold out your hand
said the Devil to the Angel of the Promised Land
Well I’ll never stop lookin’ for the glass in the sand
And I’ll never give my heart to a dying man
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
You know the fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
The fault lines trigger the chorus to descend
And the words become real if we sing ‘em
You can channel anything, why don’t you then?
All the real ones did, what happened to them?
Call up the sky
ask for a light
‘Scuse me while I
take this ride
back to the beach
where the stars first met me
where the sky is clean
See ya round, Jimi
“But like the solar system is going through a change soon and it’s going to affect the Earth in about 30 years, you know, I am talking about the Earth itself.”
The connection between Music and the mysteries of the Universe has always been an intrinsic one. This video lead me to hunt down some articles on artists who have had UFO encounters. Probably the weirdest would be the Jimi Hendrix story related below.
Knight told Beckley a remarkable story about Hendrix, an event that happened a few years before Hendrix became the legendary and much beloved guitar hero.
“It was during the wintertime,” Beckley said, “and they were playing a small gig in upstate New York, near Woodstock. This was before the Woodstock Festival, so it has nothing to do with that, except as a point of location. It was not very far from Pinebush, where there’s been a lot of UFO activity in the last few decades.
“Anyway, as I understand it from Curtis,” Beckley continued, “there was a very snowy blizzard and the boys in the band were trying to get back to Manhattan. They got snowed in. It was so cold outside that they couldn’t even open a window. The windows had frozen. They had the engine still running, and the carbon monoxide filled the car. A couple of the other guys passed out in the backseat, but Jimi was still able to breathe apparently, and he claimed that a cone-shaped object landed on the road not far from their vehicle. A door opened on the side of the craft and a being came out. He described it as kind of like a cross between a feathered creature, maybe like Mothman, and an angel.
“This thing drew its wings out and walked around the vehicle, and where it walked, the snow melted. So they were able to get out of the blizzard and get back to New York. Jimi always told Curtis that if it wasn’t for this being coming from the ship, he was sure that they would have all died in that car that night.”
1983 (A Merman I Should Turn To Be)
Hooray, I awake from yesterday
Alive, but the war is here to stay
So my love, Catherina and me,
decide to take our last walk
through the noise to the sea
Not to die but to reborn,
away from lands so battered and torn
Forever, forever
Oh say, can you see
it’s really such a mess
Every inch of Earth is a fighting nest
Giant pencil and lipstick
tube shaped things,
Continue to rain
and cause screaming pain
And the arctic stains from silver blue
to bloody red
as our feet find the sand, and the sea
is straight ahead, straight up ahead
Well it’s too bad THAT our friends,
can’t be with us today
Well it’s too bad
The machine, THAT we built, would never save us, that’s what they say
(That’s why they ain’t coming with us today)
And they also said “it’s impossible for a man to live and breathe under water, forever,”
was their main complaint. And they also threw this in my face, they said:
“Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King”
(grace of the King … Yeah, yeah)
So my darling and I make love in the sand, to salute the last moment ever on dry land
Our machine, it has done its work, played its part well.
Without a scratch on our bodies and we bid it farewell
Starfish and giant foams greet us with a smile
Before our heads go under we take a last look at the killing noise
Of the out of style, the out of style, out of style (oooh)…
“Right this way,” smiles a mermaid — I can hear Atlantis full of cheer.
Coming mid-summer 2009, title track from upcoming album.
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
Caught in a tidal wave, a hurricane a’ blowin
Knock me down with one look, and stab me where I’m hurtin’
Pick me up on a nor’easter pirate wind, and the clock is moving faster
and Time Wave’s kicking in
The mathematics of the situation slowly collapsin’
and I am closer to the core of it, but science won’t admit
that we are free, free, free radicals in the atoms of the stars
We will eat up all the earth and move to the pyramids on Mars
where Cydonia is cryin just like New York City did
Just before the Big One baby, now come on and take a hit
Through your third eye projected, am I wrong or am I right?
Is this vision of the future just born out of my mad mind?
Or are we Light, Light, Light in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your heart inside? The Truth is what you feel
Caught in a dreamscape that I cannot wake from
I see the pattern moving faster and I hear those distant drums
I hear Sitting Bull asking just “Who can own the earth?”
As the Ghost Dance brings up refugees buried in the dirt
And the chorus of the oceans sings a tragic opera
But still the ancient whales forgive, say “Someday you will learn,
That you are Light, Light, Light in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your heart inside? The Truth is what you feel.”
So I’ll sing, sing, sing until the strings begin to break
and the fire in my lungs turns into an ashen grave
When the bombs go off I’ll be a ghost holding a guitar
and my words will sink into the ground but the story’s in the stars
So come on, lonely ones, and find out who you are
It’s a process of unburying the voice inside your heart.
You are Light, Light, Light, in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your hurt inside? The Truth is what you feel
We are Light, Light, Light, in the Belly of the Wheel
Why do you keep your heart inside? The Truth is what you feel
We are Light, Light, Light, in the Belly of the Wheel
Come on and SING YOUR HEART tonight, the Truth is what you feel
You say, “Go and talk to the sky
It never questions you in the slightest,
but down hear all you’ll find
are the people you’ve disappointed.”
So I went up to the roof
where there wasn’t a moon
or any other light to guide me
Just a black expanse so starving,
and it told me:
Fall down and breathe
Fall down and see what you are meant to see
Fall down the ground is a ceiling you have never touched before
Fall down and breathe
It takes a lot of nerve to stop lying to yourself
while the lies people the world and the truth stays locked on a shelf
In some dusty hall underground, I’d rather rot in hell
than miss another piece of knowledge or
forget those distant bells
And every time I am away I find a peace inside, I know it’s just a ride
This tiny life I call mine
I know my part is just a cog in the Great Wheel of Time
I know that somewhere there is someone
who gets these lines
Fall down and breathe
Fall down and see what you are meant to see
Fall down, the ground is a ceiling you never touched before
Fall down and breathe
So I climbed into bed, alone again with the moment
No god but God around me, the mystery of nothing
And the notes just out of reach played a cosmic sonnet
I’ve heard this song since I was born, but I have never sung it
Fall down and breathe
Fall down and see what you are meant to see
fall down, the ground is a ceiling you never touched before
Fall down and breathe
I’ve seen the sky over the Saint Lawrence open up
and change into the one from my dreams
I’ve seen Heaven open in a lover’s heart that I have never touched
and never had to bleed
I know that this road I’m on is the only one that will really let me see
and I’ll allow it to take me completely
I’ll allow it to take me completely
Yeah, Shangri La’s in a backyard garden
a desert woman taught that to me
And Mecca isn’t in the sand
it is under the waves hidden by the Red Sea
I will always have a loving heart
for the sojourner who tears the world a part
I will always have a space inside
for the seeker who searches and who
never finds
For the love of Truth she moves,
she hides behind enemy lines
waiting for her turn to spread the light
She gathers in the darkest nights and the saddest hearts
and makes them beautiful for all the world to find
I have met so much Tribe in my one lifetime
that I can’t shut my eyes
when I see those familiar signs
Yeah, Shangri La’s in a backyard garden
a desert woman taught that to me
And Mecca isn’t in the sand
it is under the waves hidden by the Red Sea
I will always have a loving heart
for the sojourner who tears the world a part
I will always have a space inside
for the seeker who searches and who
never finds
I’ve seen the coastline fade into sky
as we got high on top of Arthur’s Seat
And I’ve seen a lot of this world but I still forget
the way the Veil swirls when
a brother, sister, lover, I meet
It works in a backwards way, and I don’t really care
it’s not in the face, but in the blood that pumps
through our veins.
Yeah, Shangri La’s in a backyard garden
a desert woman taught that to me
And Mecca isn’t in the sand
it is under the waves hidden by the Red Sea
I will always have a loving heart
for the sojourner who tears the world a part
I will always have a space inside
for the seeker who searches and who
never finds
Beautiful paradoxes
are all that I see
I live in wooden boxes
Don’t see no trees
And music is the way I pray
I don’t get on my knees
My hand is solid space creating harmony
My fingers are vibrations breaking on the strings
But my anger has a name a face
and a view of the sea
My pride resides in my Versailles
That I have named Humility
And I have walked among the graves the grain of the wheat field
the ley lines patterned like a crop circle meaning revealed
Not by logic but by the time I find another key
I’ll be reborn again into the fractal skin
of memory
If I had known myself ten years ago
I would have still asked to see
The fallen angel, the perfect love,
the snake upon the tree
Where there are roads
there’s fewer stones
but the stones
make us believe
That we can rise again, and die again
and still have more to see
An Update! The censorship and poor Internet connection of this country has bound me to silence for the past few months. Check out some of the new songs. I’m returning in July, and will be working on the new album for the rest of the summer. It should be out by mid-Fall of 2009, maybe after Ramadan, maybe after Samhain, or maybe after the “We Give Thanks for the Land We Stole, Yay America!” Day in November. Either way, it is coming.
I’ve finished the outline and story for the graphic novel I’m working on with Matthew Warlick, my partner in crime and life and love. Check out our blog, Stolen Skies.net, which once I’m out of the censored zone will be updated MUCH more regularly, especially regarding new finds with the Rock Wall.
And, finally, a note: this year has been pretty much the biggest head-fucking, mind-blowing, and paradigm-awakening trip I’ve ever had. I’ve found radical, kindred souls 7,000 miles away in one of America’s most fascist allies, Saudi Arabia, the last of the true monarchies; despite it’s abuse and perversion of the teachings in this country, I’ve learned about and integrated Islam into my amalgamation of spiritual guides, especially Sufism; and most importantly, I’ve completely and hopelessly given my soul over to Love, in all its varied forms, pains, and ecstasies. So with that, I give you this manifesto. Hopefully it will ring as heartfelt, as it was when I wrote it. Namaste, and Salam alekum.
Manifesto
I desire to see through all things. I pray with the will of the Universe that I may see beyond death, beyond life, beyond good, beyond evil, and that I may understand my Shadow to know that I have nothing left to fear. The reason I write so many “dark” things into my music and my world is because I’m constantly testing them, learning about them, and in doing so, not invoking them as much as I am inspecting them. When I do this I begin to see that it’s all just energy; it’s all a thin veil that is not meant to be chain mail, it’s not meant to be titanium. It’s supposed to be gossamer. There is very little that is all light, that is all darkness.
And in my heart I truly desire to know the depths and heights of Love; this is the mystical teaching of all ages. That Love is death, Love is life, Love is being ripped apart at the seams and then put back together again because it’s the only thing that can be done. When you are truly vulnerable, truly in submission to both Love and the Will of the Universe, the Divine Will that runs through all things, you will be cast deep unto the rocks and ripped apart as a raft would be dashed by a hurricane. You are not the hurricane. You can never be the hurricane. You can be a sail, and catch the wind. You can be a dolphin, and ride the waves. But you cannot be the Force behind all things.
You must work from this place, the heart. That which leads you off course is that which says that Fears are real, that that which you fear is physically manifest and can actually do harm to you. Yes, it can do actual harm to you; you can go crazy, you can channel energies beyond your control and you can bring into existence something much more terrifying than your mother’s Ouija board can. But it is not you. You are not it. You are not the Darkness, and it cannot actually take you physically or mentally.
This is not what I believe, but what has been revealed to me through silence. Through asking. Through coincidence, metaphor, and manifestation. I have come to this place through the work of others who have sought the same path; and though sometimes I have found their work wanting, I know that this is only because they are not on the exact same path I am on. I am on a path unique to all else in existence, as everything in existence is unique unto itself. But we are bonded eternally by the force that unites us beneath our concept of our path, our individuality; we are united by that thing we call God, the Universe, and ultimately, Love. In Love I go and in Love I create, and in Love I shall leave my trace on this world, even as in Love I give my mortal body to the wind.
New song, out Fall 2009
Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
I could write a song about love being lost
beneath the paranoid illusions of my thoughts
give me a pen, tell me how much time I got
to be the next number One girl
I could give a fuck about your top hit charts
you raped the revolution, sold it back as spare parts
I’m gonna hit you hard with everything that I got
and if you don’t wanna hear then turn it off
Turn in
your national pin
Tune out
your television
Drop out
of your indoctrination
This is the time of the Revelation
Tune in
your intuition
Turn on
your Divine Intervention
Drop out
of a dying system
and follow your soul to the Revolution
I could tell ya what I know about their plans
hatched all the way back trying to recreate Eden
united in peace with no individual freedom
but the Truth is harder to believe than fiction
So I’ll spin you a tale from my imagination:
13 families rule it all and we feed ‘em
arcane rituals on the battlefield to satiate ‘em
and one day they decided we should go and pray to ‘em
and Religion was born from a man turned God
off-earth bred to make us fear what they are
encoded in the scriptures on the pyramid walls
encased in the stones of the Masonic halls
I read
The Book of the Dead
I’ve seen
Their symbols in my dreams
I feel
This is more than what it seems
and if we don’t pay attention
they’ll rewrite
History
is a spoken-word piece
the Truth
didn’t make it in the story
Underneath
your King James version
Reality is much more insane and amazing
So if I seem aloof to your Inquisition
it’s because this Veil is getting thin
I opened a journal I wrote when I was a kid
and the words that flowed out, I knew it then
So listen up
to your pineal gland
Not your cock or your preacher or your dumbass friends
If you’re interested in Enlightenment then come in
cause your heart is the only thing you should put faith in
If you’ve been caught laughing through this pain
and if you see what could become of this place
then stand the fuck up and show your face
Don’t matter your class, creed or your race
Turn in
your national pin
Tune out
your television
Drop out
of your indoctrination
This is the time of the Revelation
Tune in
your intuition
Turn on
your Divine Intervention
Drop out
of a dying system
and follow your soul to the Revolution
