Song of The Day: Voodoo Dolls
Word of the Day: Syzygy n conjunction or opposition; the period of new or full moon

Voodoo Dolls. Thanks to Alex Gibson this shit actually sounds like voodoo. Among other things, it features crows. Literally, Alex took recordings of crows, slowed them down, reversed them, and they make up the spooky scratchy part of the song. Pretty much everything about this song on the production end (again, all Alex and Nate) turned out totally killer. The sound of the guitar, those BAD ASS loops, the insane haunted-Morman-tabernacle vox on the bridge (which is Alex singing like four hundred parts). I don't even know half of what's on this song. But anyway, lyrically its giving voice to several things at once.

For starters, I've always been fascinated by Free Masonry and its association with the Presidency. If you thought it was fucking heinous enough that only WHITE MEN can be president (Politics: all wretch and no vomit), its even funnier when you consider that you also have to be a Mason. Whatever, you can do your own research. But I've always been fascinated with secret societies and their role in politics. When you thread the narrtive of wealth, power, secret societies, ravenous religious fundamentalism inserting itself into the highest order of Global Influence (remember, GOD TALKS TO OUR PRESIDENT!!! Wow. I mean, our Lord sure is selective, he's not giving private messages to great saints like Father Thomas Keating, Brother Wayne Teasdale, or Brother David Steindle-Ross, but The Lord Our Father On High deigns to deliver private messages to a bellicose retard from Texas. If God is that fucked up, send me to hell.) its NOT HARD to wonder about conspiracy. I've said it in several places on this album, Satanic forces have executed the oldest trick in the book: They disabled the transformative power of Love in the Heart of Christ by converting to the religion, and infusing it with the pathogenic BILE that is their demented agenda. You think satan is afoot? The fucking call is coming from inside the church, yo.

So, Voodoo Dolls is that story. Its sung from the perspective of the Leader Of The Free World. Listen, I'm not paranoid maniac (do YOU think I'm paranoid? Who else thinks I'm paranoid? Oh GOD, does everyone think I'm paranoid??), but this shit is fubar. Ultimately, in the Absolute perspective, of course there is no problem. It's all Godhead. The good, the evil, the conscious, and the vile shadow -it's all US and its all God. But in the relative realm, which is the one in which you're reading this blog, and raising your children, and trying to relieve the suffering of all our brothers and sisters, the one in which we Wake Up to that which is always already awake, in THAT REALM we have a problem. There is a God-damn conspiracy, and I mean that literally, a plot which is damning to our Divinity. The current administration in the White House, the Muslim Fundamentalist murdering innocents, they're ON THE SAME TEAM, get it? They are playing TOGETHER. What's in the balance? CIVILIZATION. We have got to get straight about this shit. When we let the lowest levels of development run the court, we're forfeiting civilization back to the proto-humans. Mythic Religious Imperialism (Christian or Islamic) IS THE PROBLEM, no matter what outfit you dress it up in. We have a developmental emergency on this planet. Unless we figure out a way to get the pathological Mythic-Membership populace (which runs Islam, which distorts and defiles Christianity) to become healthy and move to higher levels of development, we can look forward to proto-fascism undoing the tenuous tapestry that is democracy, we can look forward to religious zealots of all ilk dismantling societies, cultures and civilizations. This is not time for bullshit pluralistic tolerance and flaccid New-Ageisms. Civilization. That's what's at stake, and it is fragile as hell. We have an appropriate sense of context (if we ever had one). Humanity -especially the civilized part- is a whispy, ephemeral EXPERIMENT. We walk around this planet like we own the place, and WE RENT. We are expendable, dispensable, and the evoltionary jury is utterly OUT when it comes to our long-term viability. Religious fundamentalism is the quickest way to invite our undoing and devestation. A facility with objective reality (weaponry, technological infrastructure, food supply, etc) does nothing to alleviate our INTERIOR crisis, which is DEVELOPMENTAL. Now we have mofos with a tribal or ethnocentric level of World View with access to Nukes. See? Interior development. What does a highly evolved being do with a great deal of power? What does a desperate, delusional retard do with a lot of power? Development or death, that's our situation. The slate could be wiped clean of humans in no time. Guess how many versions of bi-peds existed before "us"? How many more may come? Let's not kid ourselves. We are an oddity -a beautiful, miraculous oddity given to misplaced notions of permanance and grandeur. I've played with aliens and more evolved entities, and humans are basically primates with nukes and ipods. ALL FUNDAMENTALISTS are on the same side. So let's take civilization out of the hands of these developmental rejects and get some Love back in play.

I've got a dollhouse in my family tree
(people say it's haunted)
I guess we've toyed a bit with history
But any good Mason
starts playin' the day he's born
(the day you get your grimoire)

I ain't a white witch
I ain't a black witch
this ain't a board game
this is the deep shit

A billion puppets
A bunch of cultures
I wanna watch 'em
turn into vultures

Better than that
What's better than that?

One World leader, stickin' another needle
in the backs of people
It's acupuncture (cuz)
One man's torture
(with a bit of the dark magic)
is another's fortune
I'm only playing with my Voodoo Dolls
I got a lotta Voodoo Dolls

Woo!

I took an oath back when I swore upon
a stack of thick bibles
to serve these creatures I put curses on
but listen
What's stuck you is just the tip
of a life-long piercing
I'll flip your futures
I'll tweak your features
with metal arrows
I built to breach ya'
Dip you in the boiler
Shuck you like a corn-cob
Get the Human Pretzel
givin' itself a rim-job

Better than that,
What's better than that?

CHORUS

How's about an eight ball
right between the I-balls
of the Hoi Polloi
To fuzzy up your focus?
Whenever Craftsmen
gather at the Baphomet
we all enjoy
a hit of the Hocus-Pocus
Floatin' like a magnet
up above your temples
buried in your cortex
diggin' a maze of tunnels

One World leader
Woo!!
you should fuckin' thank me for the Acu-fuckin'-puncture
One man's torture
(with a bit of the dark magic)
is another's fortune
I'm only playing with my Voodoo Dolls