Saturday, October 29, 2005

A sky with no lights and stars but a ferris wheel.

The sky has no stars

and no light.

the ferris wheel takes you up.

and music pours into your cup.

and music pours into your cup.

it brings you down
and if you've got balls.
you'll open your eyes,
and shut them yet again.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Crash into me

sweet like candy to my soul
sweet you rock and sweet you roll

(the zip code rule. different zip codes for all different parts in the country/city/area haha. no-one but five boys up in the hills in a very hazy moment know how signficant that really is.)

why we smoke

Because it looks fucking good.
And we feel fucking good.
And we hear fucking good.
And we do fucking good.

"Dis purple haze it mek mi crazy
Mek mi write nuff tune and dat's what pays me
But i'm not di only occupation
Goin' to get some I give yuh education
When a farmer grows it he knows to close it
Economical benefit help wit dose who have fi deh yah pon di hard jugglin
Cau di system only keep man struggling
Studyin people a use it don't abuse it
Cau di concentration well reputed
Dat's why herb man dem a di wise one
And it found on di grave of King Solomon
And weed good fi di eye sight and di chest sight
And it give nuff insight just gimme di light
And, mek we blaze it da roof we a be raisin"
- Sean paul

Thursday, September 22, 2005


There's a lion in your room
there's a lion in your bed
there's a lie
there's a lie
there's a lion in your head.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

twenty mokeys taking drugs

twenty monkeys with smiling tits,
in the forest taking hits
questioning what brought them down,
and all they see is hurried frowns.

up in a tree,
having some E
will you join them?
will you be next?
sit on this branch, ill give you X!

a ghost shall grip my soul

a crystal glass can see balls of gold,
and monkeys tell of tales untold
and when all's red and all is sold
i see a ghost will grip my soul.

up in a tree,
having some E
will you join them?
will you be next?
sit on this branch, ill give you X!

they take drugs and so should you
they make you feel so nice and blue
and when the time has come to go
home is nowhere so monkeys rather smoke!

up in a tree,
having some E
will you join them?
will you be next?
sit on this branch, ill give you X!

so it's the forest and its full of leaves,
so bring the one you wanna smoke,
and when you bring them all the weed,
they'll make you wanna snort some coke.

oh just a line,
and all is fine
oh just a line
and you'll be mine.

i swear your head will be no more
full of tension, full of more
and then the time has come to take
a little of what they can make.

they bong they weed they smile they leave
they smoke like hell and smoke their weed.

oh just a line,
and all is fine
oh just a line
and you'll be mine.

Tribute to Kurt Cobain

It's been a while inside this den,
and all the chickens count to ten.
They close their eyes and take a hit,
is what i smell teen spirit?

And then the chickens try to run,
and when all is said, with nothing done
they all crowd round and say as one,
she shouldv'e uh been a son.

Lithium in their eggs, they dance,
the yolk as yellow as the sun.
With feathers falling off like leaves,
autum comes and then recedes.

They dance around the mango tree,
and like spiders, webs of romance weave.
And when it's time for us to leave,
they drink their fucking pennyroyal tea.

So see them, seven chickens tango
see them while they eat the mango,
see them jump...see them twirl,
like the man who sold the world.

fucking hell....the stairway to heaven.

Reverse Speech: Voices From The Unconscious

If there were a "Top 40" of backmasked songs, "Stairway to Heaven," by Led Zeppelin would have to be at the top of the chart. It has been quoted, misquoted, and dissected for years by religious fundamentalists as being one of the most occultic or satanic songs ever to have been released. I disagree strongly based on my research into the background of this song.

According to Stephen Davis, author of the Zeppelin saga, Hammer of the Gods, the controversy began in 1982, when a prominent Baptist used his radio pulpit to preach that "Stairway to Heaven" carried subliminal backward messages. Then, in April 1982, the California State Assembly played a backward tape of the song in a public session. Some members of the committee claimed they heard the words, "I live for Satan." Led Zeppelin were duly denounced as agents of Satan who were luring millions of teenagers into damnation as unwitting disciples of the Antichrist.

Eddie Kramer, the producer and engineer who worked on four Led Zeppelin albums, says that these charges are "totally and utterly ridiculous. Why would they want to spend so much studio time doing something so dumb?" 9

"Stairway to Heaven" was written in one afternoon by Jimmy Page, lead guitarist of Led Zeppelin and an Aleister Crowley devotee. The song has been reported to employ a technique of encoded words and double meanings similar to those used in Black Spirituals in which some songs were used as maps and other lyrics served to alert plantation slaves of an impending break for freedom. 10

Until approximately 1985, Page owned and lived in Crowley's former house, "Boleskine," a sprawling farmhouse on the shores of Loch Ness, sometimes called the "Toolhouse" Boleskine was originally purchased in 1900, by Crowley, for almost twice its value, because it met certain requirements of the Books of Sacred Magic of Abra-Melin the Mage. These requirements included windows and a door that opened to the north toward a secluded structure that was to serve as an oratory. It's commonly assumed that a small outbuilding to the far right was the oratory. 11

Crowley stated in his diary that "shadowy shapes" used to escape the oratory and enter the house. It's been reported that during subsequent rituals these "shadowy shapes" were unleashed with dire effects on visitors, staff, and a few hapless visitors from nearby Foyers.12

According to Davis, Jimmy Page was quoted in Roadrunner magazine discussing further cases of madness and mayhem including the story that Boleskine was once the site of "a church that burned to the ground with the congregation in it." 13 This brief, historical background gives tremendous insights into the profoundly significant metaphors contained in both the forward and reversed lyrics of "Stairway to Heaven." Sung forward, the song is basically a story of a woman who's searching for the meaning of life and the path to heaven. In the forward lyrics she sees signs on the wall but cautions that words can have more than one meaning. The bird that sings from the tree tells of thoughts that are misgiven. The thoughts carry images of "smoke" (perhaps fog) in the trees and the voices of those who stand apparently watching from among the trees. This is apparently the same group that is rewarded for their long-standing with the dawn of a new day and the forest's echo of laughter. There's great significance to the lyrics when they're viewed from the perspective of Reverse Speech. When we consider the complementary nature of the song, it appears to be partially a song of hope for all those who according to the legends once suffered at Boleskine.

The lyrics also seem to be a message from the unconscious mind that details its own communicative style. In the process of writing the song the way he did, Jimmy Page unknowingly established the complementary criteria for reversals to occur that speak of their own existence.

"Words have two meanings," and "thoughts are misgiven," appear at the start of the song. Note the complementarity with the last reversal on the song. As soon as the song is reversed, it says quite clearly, "Pl-a-a-a-a-a-y backward. Hear words sung." This is not an intentionally backmasked message, but rather a genuine speech reversal. It almost seems as though the unconscious mind is calling out and saying, "Hey, listen to me. I can communicate."

The lyrics also form a reversal that says: There was a little tool shed where he made us suffer, sad Satan. Jimmy Page may have unconsciously used the words tool shed to refer to the small outbuilding that was the oratory (Boleskine itself was the Toolhouse). The reported "shadowy figures" may be those who have stood for so long in the smoke, but are promised the dawning of a new day.

The last stanza declares not only that there are two paths that can be taken, but also that it is not too late to change roads. This last stanza contains the reversal It's my sweet Satan, the one whose little path would make me sad, whose power is fake.

Their are references to "path," "forest," and "hedgerow" all of which are descriptive of the setting of the Boleskine mansion. The word Satan itself may be a metaphor for the suffering and pain that occurred in and around Boleskine. The parallels of these images and the legends that surround Boleskine are compelling.

Other reversals that some people have quoted in this song as a basis for their claims, include: "There's no escaping it / I will sing 'cause I live with Satan / They gotta live for Satan." These reversals are so vague and imprecise, however (validity 1-2), that only the very bold would use them as the basis for an argument.

Finally, a reversal appears on a live version of the song sung in 1976, that says: Forgive me Lord, forgive me Lord, forgive me Lord. How could this be considered satanic? Who's asking for forgiveness and why? Since when does the nature of Satan, metaphoric or otherwise, include forgiveness? Is the song a stairway to heaven, a stairway to hell, or something totally different? Stephen Davis wrote a description that may be accurate regardless of how you choose to answer these questions. He said: "It expressed an ineffable yearning for spiritual transformation deep in the heart of the generation for which it was intended." 14

link to hearing this and more,

Monday, September 12, 2005

the kingdom of my kings

taming joy has been a task
but many men have failed to ask
the real important question here
that why it's all been done with flair

he has no soul he has no share
and even though he sees me there
his kingdom has another king
and all said things are done with flair.

with every line he ever said
i never fell
was always fed!
and instinct has a life to give
with everything being everywhere,
and all said things are done with flair!

paid my dues in cash or cheque
paid my dues in cash and cheuque
paid my dues with god above
paid my dues you stupid dove.

random rock i learnt to roll!
and in this music take control.
when can you run when all is fair?
and all said things are done with flair.

and when all is said and nothing's done
and every bottle is open but one
dont tell a ghost to haunt,
for it will not scare,
when all said things are done with flair.

i leave this winding road of hope,
to you my friend,
and hope you choke.
i hope you die and never rot.
i did not forget, only forgot,
that even though you cut my hair
all said things were done with flair.

so pay my dues in cheque,
and pay my dues in cash.
i've paid my dues in cheque or cash.
i've paid my dues in cheque and cash.

so here and now i beg of you
to let the shining sun shine through,
and if you do i'll have to stare,
for all said things are done with flair.

The kiss

the moment that you meet your soul
a portal into fire known,
by none and never known by one.
and in a flash,
within a dash,
all is one.
And one is all.

you'll always stumble,
never fall,
and whens all done
you're standing tall,
for all was one,
and one is all.

and when it's time
to move a bit
the cold is gone
the fire lit.
a dearth of pain,
when all is gone
a blurry haze,
it has all become.

laughter, tears and magic scent,
cover time, and space is bent.
where every tear has found a place,
on another hungry souls face.
and all becomes one
and one is all.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005


show me the door, where i should enter, to find you. standing alone, it pains me, in thought of seeing you. so i chose the door, closest, yet farthest to you. you said he was in pain, yet you enjoy it. combine the two and you have a fire. a fire that ate the heart of man. a fire that swallows lust. where were you, and where do you go, shall he show you, him who has never seen what i have seen. should he show you what door im standing under, worshipping the ground beneath a foot i've held so close, needed so close yet kept and wanted so far. tell me what i can do for a price and ill tell you a thing you can do for free. its all in the blood, and its all in my brain. its in every muscle yet still i cannot shake these thoughts. its all part of something. intriate yet so simple that maths doesnt compare. yet sciecne cant define.
only mine.
only yours.
its only theirs.
and only theirs.
theirs too, standing under a spotlight that lights up the dark.
theirs too, standing under a spotlight that nights the light.
don't stray with me, just listen.
dont come too far, you may learn the truth and never go back. you're a weight i cannot carry.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

staring into the shining sun

we all stare into the sun and are blinded by its oh so magnificent light, not all the time, but sometimes. we stare so long and hard that we get sick and tired of light. it stings after a while, and to prevent from permanent damage we take our eyes away, we turn around, so once again we can see the menacing shadows. and oh so menacing. its amazing how two extremes...light and dark can hurt so much. too much light is like to much love. once taken away, the pupils widen. yet flashes of that light that once seemed so eternal keep returning. a permanent imprint on your retina. permanent imprint. and the dark is so cold...even if theres someone there, there is no-one within sight and we humans are weak...we cant just simply believe that there is someone out there, in the dark, to hold our guide us...we must see her.