Ray
9th May 2014, 17:40
*I am no thing *no one *no body *no more*
Last night (my) " I" rather carelessly quoted a curiously inspiring line from a transcendent song which has been playing in my head repeatedly for over a decade. This particular collection of words fits the rather confusing format common to popular music so it's easy to miss their human meaning. The line quoted is the only one "The I" could ever understand, so emotional is the singer's voice. "the I" merely inserted spaces between a few compound words to improve your "I"'s ability to re-member who we are. And what we are not.
This morning me commanded "the I" to actually view the printed lyrics of this song for the first time ever. The discovery shook me so soundly, I still have chills. Me know exactly what they are this time. "The I" can be afraid all it wants. We will be free in this lifetime!
This song is able to express, with a fraction of the words and a rather baroque perspective, the exact same PAIN that has moved me to reach out to you these last few days. It's called Maria, though it may as well have been called Gaia or Sophia (or Humanity) played by Rage Against the Machine.
If your "I" can hear the music while YOU read the words, your "I" will see what my "I" is talking about. And it's not going to like it.
The sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand
On northern land
As HUMAN CONTRABAND
Some rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to the boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here comes the exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to the pasture
Like cattle she'll cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon the memories of home
Of Yankee guns for BLOOD debts on the loans
Of smoldering fields RAPE rubble and bones
Of graves HIDDEN TRAPPED up in VISIONS of war
*Of no thing * no one * no body * no more*
These are her mountains and skies and
She radiates!
Through history's rivers of BLOOD
She REGENERATES!
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
She's eternally HEAR!
Her time is near
Never conquered but HEAR!
To tear away at the mask
And now She got a quota
The needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across the new line
of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim
The point an inch from her VEIN
The foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And ECLIPSES her days
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
HER SOUL CHAINED TO HIS WILL
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your PILL"
Her arm jerks
The sisters gather round her and scream
As if in a dream
Eyes on the CRIMSON STREAM
Numb as her wrist spits shots of BLOOD to the floor
*I am no thing *no one *no body *no more*
These are her mountains and skies and
She radiates!
And through history's rivers of BLOOD
SHE REGENERATES!
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Maria
She's eternally HEAR!
Her time is near
Never conquered but HEAR!
To tear away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
It ECLIPSES her day
Just a moment to pray
C'mon!!
To tear away at the mask
Away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
The mask, my perfectly innocent, divine human friends is the "I". The all seeing "I". Top of the pyramid. The foreign installation. It is not you. It is the insidious device of an organized enemy installed for the purpose of keeping you narcissistic, fearful, separate and compliant to a depth which we are just beginning to comprehend.
25766
Know thyself for thou art all that is good. Anything else is something else entirely.
In loving memory of Chika 2006-2014. May her spirit always feel the warmth and comfort she brought to humanity.
Some men can't be bought, bullied or bargained with.
Some men just want to see the world change
Last night (my) " I" rather carelessly quoted a curiously inspiring line from a transcendent song which has been playing in my head repeatedly for over a decade. This particular collection of words fits the rather confusing format common to popular music so it's easy to miss their human meaning. The line quoted is the only one "The I" could ever understand, so emotional is the singer's voice. "the I" merely inserted spaces between a few compound words to improve your "I"'s ability to re-member who we are. And what we are not.
This morning me commanded "the I" to actually view the printed lyrics of this song for the first time ever. The discovery shook me so soundly, I still have chills. Me know exactly what they are this time. "The I" can be afraid all it wants. We will be free in this lifetime!
This song is able to express, with a fraction of the words and a rather baroque perspective, the exact same PAIN that has moved me to reach out to you these last few days. It's called Maria, though it may as well have been called Gaia or Sophia (or Humanity) played by Rage Against the Machine.
If your "I" can hear the music while YOU read the words, your "I" will see what my "I" is talking about. And it's not going to like it.
The sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand
On northern land
As HUMAN CONTRABAND
Some rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to the boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here comes the exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to the pasture
Like cattle she'll cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon the memories of home
Of Yankee guns for BLOOD debts on the loans
Of smoldering fields RAPE rubble and bones
Of graves HIDDEN TRAPPED up in VISIONS of war
*Of no thing * no one * no body * no more*
These are her mountains and skies and
She radiates!
Through history's rivers of BLOOD
She REGENERATES!
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
She's eternally HEAR!
Her time is near
Never conquered but HEAR!
To tear away at the mask
And now She got a quota
The needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across the new line
of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim
The point an inch from her VEIN
The foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And ECLIPSES her days
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
HER SOUL CHAINED TO HIS WILL
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your PILL"
Her arm jerks
The sisters gather round her and scream
As if in a dream
Eyes on the CRIMSON STREAM
Numb as her wrist spits shots of BLOOD to the floor
*I am no thing *no one *no body *no more*
These are her mountains and skies and
She radiates!
And through history's rivers of BLOOD
SHE REGENERATES!
And like the sun disappears only to reappear
Maria
She's eternally HEAR!
Her time is near
Never conquered but HEAR!
To tear away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
No minutes to rest
It ECLIPSES her day
Just a moment to pray
C'mon!!
To tear away at the mask
Away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
To tear away at the mask
The mask, my perfectly innocent, divine human friends is the "I". The all seeing "I". Top of the pyramid. The foreign installation. It is not you. It is the insidious device of an organized enemy installed for the purpose of keeping you narcissistic, fearful, separate and compliant to a depth which we are just beginning to comprehend.
25766
Know thyself for thou art all that is good. Anything else is something else entirely.
In loving memory of Chika 2006-2014. May her spirit always feel the warmth and comfort she brought to humanity.
Some men can't be bought, bullied or bargained with.
Some men just want to see the world change