Nov. 8th, 2006
Guess who this is about.... :-|
Nov. 8th, 2006 02:19 amPet
by A Perfect Circle
Don't fret, precious, I'm here. Step away from the window...
Go back to sleep.
Lay your head down, child;
I won't let the boogeyman come.
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble!
Pay no mind to the rabble!
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind what other voices say--
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do.
Safe from pain, and truth, and choice--and other poison devils!
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do!
Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep,
Go back to sleep.
Lay your head down child--
I won't let the boogeyman come.
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums.
Pay no mind to the rabble!
Pay no mind to the rabble!
Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums!
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons.
I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason.
I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices, son.
They're one in the same;
I must isolate you,
Isolate and save you from yourself.
Swayin' to the rhythm of the new world order and--
Countin' the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums!
The boogeymen are coming!
The boogeymen are coming!
Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drums.
Stay with me ,
Safe and ignorant--
Just stay with me.
Hold you and protect you from the other one--
The evil ones
Don't love you son.
Go back to sleep.
What Dreams May Come...
Nov. 8th, 2006 10:40 pmPISCES (Feb. 19-March 20):
Everyone has about 1,500 dreams a year. Of those, maybe 1,420 are confusing, indecipherable, and can't be mined for valuable revelations about the inner workings of your psyche by even the most skilled dream interpreter. That leaves 80 intensely useful letters to your conscious self from your deep unconscious. Any one of them could break you out of self-defeating patterns and transform your life forever.
This week there's an especially high likelihood that your nightly adventures will be beautiful teachings that are coherent enough to recall. What do you plan to do about it?
Well, I will usually listen to my dreams. :-? (Ask Aurey, lol ;-*) It'll be nice to have dreams vivid enough to be remembered, actually, as I've not had any of those in a while. Generally, they /are/ fairly prophetic in nature. Hopefully there are no vultures, though. When those show up, there's really not a lot that can be done aside from warn folks to be careful... *does spooky hands*
Everyone has about 1,500 dreams a year. Of those, maybe 1,420 are confusing, indecipherable, and can't be mined for valuable revelations about the inner workings of your psyche by even the most skilled dream interpreter. That leaves 80 intensely useful letters to your conscious self from your deep unconscious. Any one of them could break you out of self-defeating patterns and transform your life forever.
This week there's an especially high likelihood that your nightly adventures will be beautiful teachings that are coherent enough to recall. What do you plan to do about it?
Well, I will usually listen to my dreams. :-? (Ask Aurey, lol ;-*) It'll be nice to have dreams vivid enough to be remembered, actually, as I've not had any of those in a while. Generally, they /are/ fairly prophetic in nature. Hopefully there are no vultures, though. When those show up, there's really not a lot that can be done aside from warn folks to be careful... *does spooky hands*
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Nov. 8th, 2006 11:34 pm![]() | You scored as Dante Alighieri. According to you most of humanity will spend at least some of their afterlife in hell. You have a high likelihood of being exiled, but anyone as bloody fucking romantic as you deserves what they get. You have an exceptional moral code, overshadowed by the fact that you yourself cannot uphold it. Your existence bears a definite irony, although of fairly Christian morality, many pagans, satanists, communists, and intellectuals admire you and your works for all the wrong reasons. Also, the brighest star in your sky is never going to be your lover... It takes a lot of grief to be the cartographer of hell.
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*ponders*... But I don't believe in hell... And the brightest star in my sky /is/ my lover... And I'm a pagan. o_0