Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Songs for the Old World Order

I'd like to say thank you to the Old World Order for making it now so obvious, and so easy to leave, to refuse to comply, to refuse to submit, forever.

No doubt about it, it was a clusterfuck while it lasted:

In the writings of the Druids,
Lies a recipe for Druid fluid,
Sounds like a most refreshing drink to me.
You seem to be accruin'
More penalties than a Boston Bruin
But your card says "Get Out Of Jail for Free".
You were always such a shoo-in
But you didn't pay attention to what you were doin'
And no one here can do it as good as me.


It was a clusterfuck.

Yes, we all have our own get out of jail free card, but we stopped paying attention. Still, the false ego is faltering - it's the end of an era.

Get out the way
I don't need you any more
You're not my sweet sweet 16
I don't like it any more

You catch me on my worst
But I try to get better
Well am I just a scruffy lad,
Who remembers what he once had?

Better get out the way
It's alright to run away

What a wanker
Going away from here
I'm going away from here

So, time to be grateful - humanity has been taught some valuable lessons, and we need never repeat them.

The fights, those nights
I tried to pretend it don't hurt
The way, I prayed
Someday that you would love me
Really, completely
Just how I wanted it to be
But no, so wrong
Can't believe I stayed with you so long

You hit, you spit, you split, every bit of me, yeah
You stole, you broke, you're cold
You're such a joke to me, yeah

For every last bruise you gave me
For every time I sat in tears
For the million ways you hurt me
I just wanna tell you this
You broke my world, made me strong
Thank you
Messed up my dreams, made me strong
Thank you

My head, near dead
Just the way you wanted it
My soul, stone cold
Cos I was under you're control
So young, so dumb
Knew just how to make me succumb
But I understand
To make yourself feel like a man

Yeah, you taught me some lessons
Those are my blessings
That won't happen again
Thank you

Pretty clear representation of earth, air, fire and water there. And the rising of the sacred feminine from its state of bondage. That's ultimately what's going to redeem us all.

By the way, the incessant repetition of the phrase New World Order is only going to give them power. It's not new, it's really old, and it's dying. Call it what it is: the Old World Order. Repeat that one over and over, "truthers". So, OWO, you like incantations and spells, right? How about this: You're finished, you're over, you're done.

It's a new golden age:

You lived in a place long, long ago
Where nothing moved and time went slow
And someone sang about a Golden Age

In Cenetaph Park, drinking in the dark
This place was the machine that put the iron in your heart

Iron to gold - that's alchemy. That's us.

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