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  6. Posted

     

    Divine intervention, in this decaying world
    While a hip young dude stood passionately
    Succumbing to the he-dog sound
    Of the mystifying beat combo that
    Breaks down your door
    Gonna take you high now, take you real high
     
    I’m kickin’' down the devil's door
    Cheap thrills baby, I need some more
    City on fire becoming me
    Let's hurry lover and fly together
    Majestic high and soaring now
    Babylon bares her breast again
    Time's like quicksand
    Soon again, I'm standing naked in
     
    Wonderland
    I feel mistreated, yeah, ow
    Wonderland
    I feel defeated but not for long
     
    Oh, tear the petals from this sweet narcissus
    Crumbles gently in the palm of my hand
    What once was inviting is dull and blinding
    Once magnificent has slipped away
    Serpent in my belly stomach crawlin' now
    Wipe the sweat from my furrowed brow
    Time's like quicksand
    Soon again, I'm standing naked in
     
    Wonderland
    I feel mistreated, yeah
    Wonderland
    I feel defeated, yeah, but not for long
    Wonderland
    Bound and branded, yeah, on my back
    Wonderland
    Tired and cheated, yeah-yeah
    Ooh yeah
     
    Divine intervention, in this decaying world
    While the hip young dude stood passionately
    Succumbing to the he-dog sound
    You know the sound that breaks down your doors?
    Are listening to me, now?
    The sound of a mystifying beat combo
    That's gonna take you higher, baby
     
    Wonderland
    Bound and branded, look out
    Wonderland
    Tired, tired and cheated, yeah
    Earth's your mother
    Heed your brother
     
     
    Songwriters: Ian Robert Astbury / William Henry Duffy
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  7. Posted

     

    Where to begin?
    They call me tropical storm Jim
    Here's your really local forecast, there's a warm front moving in
    Pin drop, yeah you heard it when I moon walked in the room
    While around the water cooler at the Legion of Doom
    They're shouting
    "Why's the new guy with the sweet moves talking that smack?"
    Well I'm the kind of crazy made from the shit of a bat
    I swing like hell but know full well that I won't win the fight
    But big man I'm the beta male that's gonna ruin your night

    My rhymes score dimes ain't nothing you can do
    It's hard to clap with your dick in your hand dude
    I write the songs that girls like to dance to
    I write the songs that girls like to dance to
    I write the songs that girls like to dance to
    I write the songs that girls like to dance to

    What? Who me? Who am I? Well I'm just awesome
    Like watching someone else getting kicked in the balls and DJs hit pause when I waltz in, my thoughts enthrall crowds for hours and it would come at no surprise if I had magical powers, poof
    Buy me beers, cheers. Here's to blood, sweat and tears for fears
    Yes I get stupid like a baby with pierced ears
    So drop me like them panties drop when I drop knowledge
    Danger was my middle name but I changed it in college

    Make them motherfuckers sweat 
    Make them disco babies wet

    Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick
    Get stuck in her head like porn star dick

    Make them motherfuckers sweat
    Make them motherfuckers sweat
    Make them motherfuckers sweat
    Turn on a dime with a rhyme so quick
    Make them motherfuckers sweat
    Make them motherfuckers sweat
    Make them motherfuckers sweat
    Get stuck in her head like porn star dick

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  8. Posted

    That is one of my favourite Native American stories.

     

     

    I was looking through my stuff last night and saw this “poem” (I wouldn’t class it as that but anyway). I heard it 20+ years ago and it’s been one of my favourite things since..

     

    The Invitation - Oriah Mountain Dreamer

     

    It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

     

    It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

     

    It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

     

    I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

     

    It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

     

    I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

     

    It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

     

    It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

     

    It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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  12. Posted · Edited by ZefSide95

     

    I invoke, decree and dream awake the full cellular ascension of my being; physical, mental, emotional, spiritual in this Now, with the full support of God/Goddess, the ascended Master Realm to include: Our Ascended Master Self, Father Saint Germain, Sananda, the Holy Mother Mary, Quan Yin/Goddess of Mercy, Archangel Michael and the Legions, Ashtar and the entire Command, Babaji, Raphael, Gabriel, Clan of the Trumpet Angels, Aboriginal and Tribal Shamen, Goddesses of Fortune, Angels of Light, Elohim, Clan of the Serpents, Shiva, all Christ frequencies, Elementals of Fire/Air/Water/Earth, all Divine Beings of Light, Love and Ascension - named and unnamed - to activate the cells within my being who are your counterparts. With the unified power of The One I decree my highest good operating in this Now. I invoke and dream awake with every breath the Violet Fire transmuting my whole being.

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