Parachute

Take your parachute and jump, you can't stay here forever
When everyone else is gone, being all alone won't seem that clever
Take your parachute and go, there's gonna have to be some danger
Take your parachute and jump, you're gonna have to take flight

If the wind don't catch you, I will, I will
If the wind's not there, I'm here

Don't look out before you, you know it's a long way down
I'll make it safer for you, your parachute won't let you down
Take your parachute and go, and maybe come back tomorrow
Take your parachute, I am, stop you ever getting sorrow

Cause the winds might change, and the winds might blow over you
And the winds might cut you in two, unless perhaps you get a raincoat

Take your parachute and go, and wave to me as you are falling
Take your parachute and jump, you'll hear a sound, it's just me calling
It's a beautiful day for jumping, and nothing's here to keep you back
I'll make it safer for you, your parachute is on your back

Cause the winds might change, and the winds might change

Take a parachute, I am

And jump (the wind should come and catch you)
And jump (before you hit the ground)
And jump (the wind should come and catch you)
And jump (before you hit the ground)
Jump
Take your parachute

Original text by TOM DUNNE

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Insurrection

Paranoia is in bloom,
The PR transmissions will resume,
They’ll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down,
And hope that we will never see the truth around

Another promise, another scene,
Another packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed,
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious

Interchanging mind control,
Come let the revolution take it’s toll,
If you could flick a switch and open your third eye,
You’d see that
We should never be afraid to die

Rise up and take the power back,
It’s time the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time’s coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They will not control us,
We will be victorious

Matt Bellamy, 2009

About This Song

Muse is a band that is somewhat popular among truthers due its messages alluding to conspiracies and resistance to corrupt powers. The band’s 2009 album The Resistance was perceived by many as a true anti-Illuminati manifesto with rebellious anthems such as Uprising. The lyrics of this song refer to dumbed-down masses being controlled by higher powers, a theme that is often discussed by truthers.

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The Wings of Winter

Night scenes and icy/snowy landscapes are challenges to express visually. Of course, they happen to be my favourites. While clearly inspired by Tchaïkovski's famous Swan Lake and by tales and legends in which both humans and animals are often intermingled in form, this graphic expresses something very profound and personal.

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The Bends

Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
Cos I’d be scared that there’s nothing underneath
But who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends
Am I really sinking this low

My baby’s got the bends, oh no
We don’t have any real friends, no, no, no

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines,
To blow me away, to blow me sky high

My baby’s got the bends
We don’t have any real friends

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen

I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race

Where do we go from here
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you

Original text by THOM YORKE

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Mornings After

Soft drinks are more fun! Citrus juice can be such a boost.
Looks like you got an overdose. Well, when you're tired of jumping
all over the place, you can have a rest eventually.
Feel crummy? Whooped it up a bit too much? Serves you well!
Time to go green. Bamboo does make your bones stronger.
Itchy scratchy? Somewhat, a lot... Should have known better than
getting back home pissed as a newt and wallowing in the doghouse
on New Year's Eve. Off you go:flea collar and baking soda!
You have your head in the clouds? You wouldn't have smoked any weed,
would you? Nope? Well done then, you're tops!

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New Year's Day

All is quiet on New Year's Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says
Say it's true it's true...
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I...I will begin again
I...I will begin again

Oh...
Maybe the time is right
Oh...maybe tonight...

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

And so we're told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year's Day
On New Year's Day

Original text by BONO VOX
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Happy New Year 2014!

This picture is a synthesis of all my wishes: let this year sparkle like Champagne, taste like chocolate truffle, shine like a firework, and swing with high vibes. We are the creators of our own reality so let's create! Let's pull out white rabbits out of our hats. Let's re-empower ourselves (at last) and become examples rather than concept providers. Let's be unpredictable, let rock the boat, throw off all limitations, and mostly, let's be foolish. Or rather, let's be The Fool or unnumbered card (The Jester) — that is the last Major Arcana in a Tarot deck also known as the Excuse and allows us to remain in control of our trump cards.

Namaste,

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