Lyrics o’the Day-October 6th 2015

Some people ponder scripture, I ponder song lyrics in a similar fashion. The Gods sometimes send specific ones, sometimes I just pick something to pick apart. Kinda like bibliomancy. This is Caught by Florence and the Machine. Generally I can figure out what They mean pretty quick. Not too sure what the hidden meaning is behind this bit.

And I was thrashing on the line
Somewhere between
Desperate and divine
I can’t keep calm, I can’t keep still
Persephone will have her fill

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Third Eye

They say this is important today…

Third Eye Florence and the Machine 

That original lifeline,
Original lifeline,
That original lifeline,
Original lifeline.

Hey, look up!
Don’t make a shadow of yourself,
Always shutting out the light.
Caught in your own creation.
Look up, look up!
It tore you open
And oh, how much!

‘Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies
And I can see it with my third eye.
And oh my touch, it magnifies
You pull away, you don’t know why

That original lifeline,
Original lifeline,
That original lifeline,
Original lifeline.

Hey, look up!
You don’t have to be a ghost,
Here amongst the living.
You are flesh and blood!
And you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given.
And oh, how much!

‘Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies
And I can see it with my third eye.
And oh my touch, it magnifies
You pull away, you don’t know why.

That original lifeline,
Original lifeline,
That original lifeline,
Original lifeline.

‘Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies
And I can see it with my third eye.
And oh my touch, it magnifies
You pull away, you don’t know why.

That original lifeline,
Original lifeline,
That original lifeline,
That original lifeline.

‘Cause your pain is a tribute
The only thing you let hold you
Wear it now like a mantle
Always there to remind you

But your pain is a tribute
The only thing you let hold you
Wear it now like a mantle
Always there to remind you

I am the same, I’m the same
I’m trying to change.
I am the same, I’m the same
I’m trying to change.
I am the same, I’m the same
I’m trying to change!

‘Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies
And I can see it with my third eye.
And oh my touch, it magnifies
You pull away, you don’t know why.

I am the same, I’m the same
(That original lifeline)
I’m trying to change.
(Original lifeline)
I am the same, I’m the same
(Original lifeline)
I’m trying to change.
(That original lifeline)
I am the same, I’m the same
(Original lifeline)
I’m trying to change
(Original lifeline)

The Trickster Cannot Be Outdone

As the title suggest, Himself had to chime in and give me some “homework”. Which involves me watching a Kristen Stewart movie. Yucky. SO. I give you Hermes, as He was in the beginning with me, The Hunstman.

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And Just because He likes to throw me curve balls whenever He can, apparently I need to keep my eye on the Prince as well. Really if you smoosh these two characters together, image wise, you would get a pretty good rendition of what He looks like to me.

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On The Nature of the Love of Gods

Being loved and being IN love with a Divinity in a ROMANTIC sense, well probably platonic ones too but I digress, it’s INTENSE. I’m VERY new to this sort of feeling and emotion. I’ve noticed a distinct difference between Male Divinity and Female Divinity. My experiences, while just as intense, were always a bit more familiar I guess when I am dealing with Goddess’s. The influx of male energy knocks me off my feet on a regular basis. It’s amazing and addictive and impossible to explain sometimes. I want it though. I need it. I crave it. And I give myself shit for avoiding it for so long. Life would have been so much easier if I had just accepted it sooner. This song explains what’s it’s been like the last year…or has it only been six months? I dunno, it’s hard to remember. All I know is it’s all Hermes and Poseidon’s fault.

“What Kind Of Man” by Florence and the Machine

I was on a heavy tip
Tryna cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side
Like always, wondering what to do with life
I already had a sip
So I’d reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it
You were on the other side
Like always, you could never make your mindAnd with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted 20 years
What kind of man loves like this

To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh my feet don’t touch the floor
Sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out
But never close the door

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

You’re a holy fool all colored blue
Red feet upon the floor
You do such damage, how do you manage?
Tryna crawl in back for more

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted 20 years
What kind of man loves like this

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

But I can’t beat you
Cause I’m still with you
Oh mercy I implore
How do you do it
I think I’m through it
Then I’m back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

What Talking With the Gods is Like

My day of World of Warcraft playing was interrupted to bring you this post; They won’t shut up sometimes until you do what they ask and “later” is not acceptable. The Gods don’t talk to me the way, say, you and I would sit down and have a chat. It comes in colour’s and music, poetry and whispers, images and emotions. You catch my drift I’m guessing. Translating that into human speak can be rather challenging sometimes. This song pretty much sums up my feelings on the subject.

“All This And Heaven Too” by Florence and the Machine.

And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs,
And prayers and proclamations
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures
And short shallow gaspsBut with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand itAnd I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

And it talks to me in tiptoes
And it sings to me inside
It cries out in the darkest night and breaks in the morning light

But with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand it

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

No, words are a language
It doesn’t deserve such treatment
And all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling

All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I’m hearing

Words were never so useful
So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before

Heartlines

Heartlines

Heartlines

Florence and the Machine

Oh the river, oh the river, it’s running free.
And oh the joy, oh the joy it brings to me.
But I know it’ll have to drown me,
Before I can breathe easy.
And I’ve seen it in the flights of birds,
I’ve seen it in you.
The entrails of the animals,
The blood running through.
But in order to get to the heart,
I think sometimes you’ll have to cut through.
But you can’t…

We will carry…
We will carry you there…

Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Keep it up!
I know you can!
Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Cause I am…

On the sea, on the sea and land over land.
Creeping and crawling like the sea over sand.
Still I follow heartlines on your hand.
And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy, there’s tumbling stone.
Echoes of a city that’s long overgrown.
Your heart is the only place that I call home,
I cannot be returned.
You can…
You can…
I know you can…

Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Keep it up!
I know you can!
Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!

What a thing to do…
Oooh
What a thing to choose…
But know, in some way I’m there with you.
Up against the wall on a Wednesday afternoon.

Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Keep it up!
I know you can!
Just keep following!
The heartlines on your hand!
Cause I am.