the October 14 thread

[Annan]

“We listened to this interview this morning. It is quite germane to this discussion”

Would that maybe Saint Germain to this discussion? 😆
Germain means btw brotherhood. So our friend is the saint of brotherhood – and that is cool 😎

Much germain-ing
Annan the Nordic

[Will]

…I for one am not going to get hung up on a date…

…can we even imagine the complexity of dropping down is vibration to hit a linear date on a nebulous calendar from many frequencies above this density where time is a whole ‘nuther character ?…it ain’t just…

…beam me down , Scotty…

[Paul]

I’m being nudged to share this.

A bit of synchronicity perhaps?

This is from a favorite tune/poem of mine:

@Maynard James Keenan wrote:

I know the pieces fit
‘Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention
juxtaposed
Will set two lovers’ souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication

The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication

I know the pieces fit
‘Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault,
none to blame
It doesn’t mean I don’t desire
to
Point the finger,
blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
Bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication

The poetry
That comes from the squaring off
between
And the circling
is worth it
Finding beauty in
the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting

I’ve done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication

Cold silence has
A tendency to atrophy
any sense of compassion

Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers

I know the pieces fit

[Will]

…one of my favorites too Paul…

…I didn’t know you are into Tool !…go figure…

…well here it is …

…Schism by Tool…

[youtube:2pefp4on]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhjG47gtMCo[/youtube:2pefp4on]

…I was listening to it when you wrote !…

…this should go with a small book called God’s Debris by Scott Adams…the creator of the comic strip Dilbert…

[Gaian]

Since we are talking about lyrics, I’ve been a life-long fan of Rush. My wedding march was the song ‘Tears’ by Rush. Here are the lyrics to their song ‘2112’ from the album of the same name. There are many other lyrics by Rush that I find compelling and fascinating, such as Free Will, Limelight, The Trees, Witch Hunt and The Twilight Zone. Check them out if you wish.

Please note that the ‘Federation’ mentioned in the song is the ‘Solar Federation’, not the Galactic Federation. Also, there are bits of prose within the lyrics that are not in the song. The song is an interpretation of the book ‘Anthem’ by Ayn Rand. In the song, the object that the man finds is a guitar. Also note that In part IV. Presentation there is a conversation between the man and the priests (just in case that isn’t apparent). Enjoy!

Namaste’,

Gaian

RUSH – 2112

I. Overture

And the meek shall inherit the earth.

II. The Temples of Syrinx

… the massive grey walls of the temples rise from the
heart of every federation city. I have always been awed
by them, to think that every single facet of every life is
regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music,
our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent
wisdom of the priests…

We’ve taken care of everything
The words you read the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It’s one for all and all for one
We work together common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the brotherhood of man
Oh what a nice contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the red star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

III. Discovery

… behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was
hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the
dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in
my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was
beautiful …
… I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn
the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the
wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious
sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could
be from the music of the temples! I can’t wait to tell the
Priests about it! …

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It’s got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?

See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain

I can’t wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The priests praise my name on this night

IV. Presentation

… in the sudden silence as I finished playing, I looked up
to a circle of grim, expressionless faces. Father Brown
rose to his feet, and his somnolent voice echoed
throughout the silent temple hall. …
… instead of the grateful joy that I expected, they were
words of quiet rejection! Instead of praise, sullen
dismissal. I watched in shock and horror as Father Brown
ground my precious instrument to splinters beneath his
feet…

I know its most unusual
To come before you so
But I’ve found an ancient miracle
I thought that you should know

Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There’s something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Yes, we know it’s nothing new
It’s just a waste of time
We have no need for ancient ways
The world is doing fine

Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan

I can’t believe you’re saying
These things just can’t be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do

Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There’s something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you

Don’t annoy us further
We have our work to do
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?

Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn’t fit the plan

V. Oracle: The Dream

… I guess it was a dream, but even now it all seems so
Vivid to me. Clearly yet I see the beckoning hand of the
Oracle as he stood at the summit of the staircase …
… I see still the incredible beauty of the sculptured cities
and the pure spirit of man revealed in the lives and works
of this world. I was overwhelmed by both wonder and
understanding as I saw a completely different way to life,
a way that had been crushed by the federation long ago. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things …

I wandered home though silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream cant you show me the light?

I stand atop a spiral stair
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days

I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes

They left the planets long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home, to tear the temples down…
Home, to change..

VI. Soliloquy
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson

… I have not left this cave for days now, it has become
My last refuge in my total despair. I have only the music of
The waterfall to comfort me now. I can no longer live
Under the control of the federation, but there is no other
Place to go. my last hope is that with my death I may pass
Into the world of my dream, and know peace at last.

The sleep is still in my eyes
The dream is still in my head
I heave a sigh and sadly smile
And lie a while in bed
I wish that it might come to pass
Not fade like all my dreams

Just think of what my life might be
In a world like I have seen
I dont think I can carry on
Carry on this cold and empty life
Oh…noo!

My spirits are low in the depths of despair
My lifeblood spills over..

VII. Grand Finale

Attention all planets of the solar federation
Attention all planets of the solar federation
Attention all planets of the solar federation
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.
We have assumed control.

[Paul]

@Will wrote:

…one of my favorites too Paul…

…I didn’t know you are into Tool !…go figure…

…well here it is …

…Schism by Tool…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhjG47gtMCo

…I was listening to it when you wrote !…

…this should go with a small book called God’s Debris by Scott Adams…the creator of the comic strip Dilbert…

As I said, a little synchronicity! 😆

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