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ATU II: THE HIGH PRIESTESS
Lie, line jet of death with it all in your hand and a split lip twist in your hip. When those righteous hips twist, it’ll all cave in: an eye in an eye in a tombstone in another tune. Lie lioness of death with the chase on your mind and your prey for to pray for you when it gets sick. When your white light high springing wrists don’t quit—I’ll give you an eye for an eye and a tombstone for another tune, give you an eye for an eye and a tomb, Stone, for another song. High Priestess, no more kneeling in a dragon’s den! I could give it to a proven fool instead I give it to you. So when it comes my time to die again, I’m going to climb back home where my eye’ll weep an eye’ll weep a tomb, Stone, in another tune. High Priestess of death, you found the fool in your bed and in your bed one hot lowdown treasure chest—when I read your bed’s high ruins, they’ll tell me if you can hear the eye in the eye and the tombstone in the Empress tune. Give me an eye in the eye and a tomb, Stone, in the empress song.
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ATU III: THE EMPRESS
Send me a line—the king is alive when you work it like you know you’ve got a mind like mine. Every mile down a one-track mind’ll lead your mind to mine. Send 'em alive when you’re sending these lines. Chuck Berry’s still trucking away in a mind like mine! Every mile down a one-track mind lead your mind to a mind like mine.
ATU IV: THE EMPEROR
I hear the voice of god in me and it’s making me want your body. I’ve got three gold coins--speed, wisdom, and mercy. I was given a few lucky acres up in Lakota country—that’s where you can find my laurel and shrine. I feel the lung of god in me and it’s making me want your body. Go get your mama’s wooden spoon; I want to stir up some honey. It just so happened that I turned away and then I caught you stealing—so I built you this mansion; it’s for your scavenger living. I’ll burn your midnight oil while the rabbits return. I'll find you a burning bush if the bush'll burn. I see the rule of law around me and it's making me want your body. See Session's sword of the Lord, my oh my, at the gates of mercy. Go ahead and put your war mask on if that's your canine fancy. Don't get your leash all tangled. Don't get your throat all strangled. I'll burn your midnight oil while the rabbits return. I’ll be waiting on the wings of love at your Arlington gate. It’s my graveyard, my hallelujah blaze! Waiting on the wings of love while the rabbits return; and I'll find you a burning bush, if the bush'll burn. I’ll be waiting on the wings of love to desecrate your graves—Running Mastadon, I’ll seal your Bakken fate. We’ll be meeting on the wings of love when I scorch your clay and we all rise up in the air and recongregate. Meet me on the wings of love when the fighters return. I'll find you a burning bush if the bush'll burn. All of you office clerks, your mother’s knew how; now that you’re coming up, she’s outright about raw! All of you errand boys, you motherfucking tools, don’t let your shovels doze—she’s outright about raw!
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A3 Atu VIII: Adjustment
04:49
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ATU VIII: ADJUSTMENT
There’s no more moth at the gate to the promised land. They really roughed him up before they hauled him in. They took him upcountry where they fleeced his mane, set him up on a outbound train. Pulling out of Lincoln on a ten-ton dime, he said goodbye to the thunder just one last time, and then the thunder said goodbye to him. He went to work on the wheel that spins the rings in the solid chance heart of the great bronze tree. I’m trying to tell you baby, trying to understand the scale of the storm and our brushwood stand—Libra on the rise again. Fang of fire: the eyes of the wolf will seal your blades. Fang of fire: sever the seed and divide the day. When we take that step through the gate of night, will you hold me baby, say that it’s alright. Try to tell me something that’ll ease my mind, tell me everything wrong shall be made right, that everything heavy shall be made light. Fang of fire: the eyes of the wolf will seal your blades. Fang of fire: sever the seed and divide the day. All that stands stands now bound in chains, beating wing, Dravidian, ready to alight on a limb of flame, ready to ignite again. Fang of fire: the eyes of the wolf will seal your blades. Atlas brother: sever the seed and divide the day. Aryan sister: the eyes of the wolf will seal your blades. Fang of fire: sever the seed and divide the day.
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A4 Atu IX: The Hermit
04:14
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ATU IX: THE HERMIT
Let me take you out—I know you’ve had a real rough ride with these bait holes in the city and their shitfaced nights. We’ll follow the seedlings’ path down through hell by a Virgo light, your lantern lit, your lips wet. In a field of wheat, I’ll guide your step. Wear your headdress, datura and spice and a garland of fireflies. Bring a few cold beers, your hottest moves, and nothing, baby, maybe something to lose. Let me see you do that dance you used to do back then. I love it when you talk to the night just like a real close friend. You know that your laughter can save the life from my cold dead hands, in the goldenrod, no law, just the woods to know what we’ve got—no lord god, no virgin lore, together in the bed of my old half-ton Ford—a few cold beers, one hot move, it weren’t nothing, baby, just some cherries to lose. If the right ones walk too straight, no taste for trouble to taste you baby, and if the wrong ones got no faith, and can’t look you in the eye: I ain’t too lost, and I ain’t found—I like to know a place when it lays me down. Ain’t the right one, ain’t the wrong one—in fact I’m a friend of the western sun. And as a friend of the western sun, I’m one of the good ones.
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ATU XII: THE HANGED MAN
They say this body is a wretched old prison, and when the devil’s been paid, the only escape is the one that we risk with our soul. Oh I lost you baby during a summer time bender. And the rain that poured on us at that old gilded palace—it weren’t right to choose booze over you. Ça m’a bouleversé, baby, et maintenant je suis a l’envers, and from here you look too good to lose! I’ve heard that all time moves like a river moves. It takes strength to keep going girl, until we go under and we are released from the light. And my mind’s such a sweet thing to know god’ll die when we find one another tonight. If we can take it easy, we can take it forever.
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B6 Atu XVI: The Tower
04:04
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ATU XVI: THE TOWER
In the name of dead men lost who get fed by drawing straws, I'll pour this cup. And by starvation law, pleased to meet you red and raw, the blade’ll earn its cut. By the power of the desert god who spoke to Stone in red clay scrawl, I’ll be raised up. When the tower falls, and the veil is torn. In the laced Mojave heat, a river damned by cold concrete, I’ll throw these dice. To annihilating deed and the power of LSD, I will stitch the night. And with some luck from its sacred weave and old wartime deities, I’ll roll snake eyes twice. When the tower falls, and the veil is torn, we’ll all gather in an earthen urn. When the tower falls beneath the weight of its human stain, and Abraxas is cleansed of dust not born again, there’ll be a flaming tongue—a mouth with no face—the Great Destroyer’s song, Jack Shit and the Ace of Waste. When the tower falls, and the veil is torn, we’ll all gather in an earthen urn.
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B7 Atu XVII: The Star
04:53
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ATU XVII: THE STAR
One of these nights you’ll wander out alone where the black water gathers against the stones. There you’ll find a fire that burns with everything you loved just once before letting it go. Now I don’t know but I’ve been told everything is steered by thunderbolt—its flash will take the black from coal and it’ll write its sacred light in the hearts of us all, bound and balanced by incandescent iron law. One of these nights you’ll swim beneath the sky in a sea of glassy evening tide. There you’ll see Venus climb and the world end then begin again in her eye. Now I don’t know, but people say that Aquarius gives and takes away—one hand’ll call up a soaring wave, and the other’ll bring it down and the earth’ll quake: every desparate heart knows the sound that a lover'll make. So raise an empty cup above your head if you’re empty now of all that’s good. The star has spilt what no one could—her eternal milk and the light of her own blood. And if this world leaves you cold cause it’s got some rock but no real roll, come on baby, there’s a place I know—it’s a silken bed of seven silver folds. I don’t know, but it’s been said that the stars up above have been a long time dead. No eye beholds the final breath—we are caverns, sacred lanterns of stellar crests, scattered phantoms with no fixed patterns to put to rest.
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ATU XIX: THE SUN
You never saw a ray of light so blinding, but you can take it now as writing on the wall. I saw a choir of ten thousand children sing about the fall of the rose, the cross and the skull. They had tears in their eyes, wounds in their sides, and they cried the cries of screaming pigs, who cry out while their throats are slit. They wore hoods on their heads, fishing hooks through their lips, and their hearts beat with the blood of swine: ex umbra in solem, they sang, fire be yours and gold be mine, ex umbra in solem, they sang. I saw the end of time and everything was golden. The twelve apostles were burned out back east. I saw two naked children dancing on grass so soft and green against their feet. They had tears in their eyes, wounds in their sides, and they danced the dance of trembling pigs, who dance around while their guts are spilt. They had blonde flowing hair, drank good American beer, and their hearts beat off that carnal lust: obscurum per obscurius, fire for you and gold for us, we slipped right through between the shit and the piss.
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Jet Dread Stone California
J.D. Stone is a cosmic American band from Joshua Tree. Our first album is based on the sacred tarot. Our upcoming album is about spiritual warfare. We like to party.
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