If this is the Big Apple, maybe Manhattan is Avalon! There’s a guy who lives in the basement of the apartment block where I’m staying – The caretaker, I think. Been telling me about Carl Jung, Myths, archetypes and dreams; a whole inner world that we hardly know.
Wish you were here to see it all RICK
“There is a whole other life of connections and symbolic drama going on just beneath the surface of our existence. But he certainly couldn’t have seen it; playing The Fool to The Wounded King. I’m only just starting to see it myself.”
The heron flies in silence across the frozen lake Across the hollow wasteland where the Ancient King is dying Beneath the pale and frozen stars in silence he is flying
Beneath the streets in camera we entertain the Gods Underneath the barren stairs in silence we are praying As above and so below the pallid lights are playing
Waiting for the purest fool and purest pity’s might Waiting for the healing blade to carve away the night Waiting for the one who comes to serve the Sacred Grail And draw the hidden blood into the light
“We may be the ancient ones who feed the arcane furnace But our gold is not the common gold”
The secret story of my life remains beneath the ice Beneath the fractured surface where the Ancient King is fishing It follows lines of spider silk that guide the refugee To gaze upon the hidden face I could not bear to see
TAKE THIS CUP AWAY FROM ME For I can see my hidden face and cannot look awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
