Thursday, February 19, 2009

Psychic Wars

I had the urge to list to some Blue Oyster Cult on the way to Pantheacon this year. I almost bought a new cd/downloaded the mp3s when I came across the old cd. There were several songs that really took me back to my early days in occultism.

I've often said that I did the LBRP for ten years thinking I was about to raise a demon. In short, I was SCARED but I kept doing them anyway. I just knew this was my answer. I KNEW IT. During this period of fear, I'd do LBRP's a lot and through in a vibration or two of Geburah. I figured that would help make me strong and protect me. Look, I didn't say I was smart!

In my later years, I've had to fight being a cranky ass and a bit overly agressive when challenged. I don't mean in a violent way but I can get angry fast and I will verbally undress you from time to time. Though, that rarely happens anymore. This trait I blame on too much Geburah. I blame too much Geburah and my fear on being exposed to songs like this as I was just entering occultism.

Veteran Of The Psychic Wars

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I’ve been living on the edge so long
Where the winds of limbo roar
And I’m young enough to look at
And far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I’m not sure if there’s anything left of me

Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time we had some leave
We’ve been living in the flames
We’ve been eating up our brains
Oh, please don’t let theses shakes go on

You ask me why I’m weary, why I can’t speak to you
You blame me for my silence
Say it’s time I changed and grew
But the war’s still going on dear
And there’s no end that I know
And I can’t say if we’re ever...
I can’t say if we’re ever gonna to be free

Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
It’s time we had some leave
We’ve been living in the flames
We’ve been eating out our brains
Oh, please don’t let theses shakes go on

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy’s spent at last
And my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons and I’m helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I’m made of
Did I hear you say that this is victory?

Don’t let these shakes go on
It’s time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And been sliding into hell
Oh, please don’t let shakes go on
Don’t let these shakes go on
Don’t let these shakes go on

2 comments:

Riley said...

Psychic wars = wank fests.

My Gal said...

No dear that is sex magick:)