Pressure pushing down on me(Mercury/Bowie)
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Chippin around
Kick my brains round the floor
These are the days
It never rains but it pours
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming let me out!
Pray tomorrow takes me higher
Pressure on people
People on streets
Turned away from it all
Like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work
Keep coming up with love
But it's so slashed and torn
Why? Love!
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love?
Cause love's such an old fashioned word
And love dares you to care
For people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Monday, March 28, 2005
Pressure
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
What about the north?
well... He seems to be locked away. Guarded by an envious watchdog that kills every friendship or relation that it does not want him to have. But we have so much time, things will change after all...
Sunday, March 13, 2005
No magicians left
Swlowly but surely there arises a vague cognition that we made a mistake. Or, didn't we? Was there really a choice?
There has been a big effort in the end of the last millennium to stop an unwanted new aeon, that could have taken control of nearly all the magic and its sources. Lots of magicians took part in this, nearly four dozens at the same time. With us, there were three times four of us on one place and even that was a hard ride. But the gates were freed, the signposts were put back on their old places, showing the right directions again. And then... something unexpected must have happened. Slowly the magic disappeared, the gates vanished and closed down. This itself was expected, because if something new is born it has to grow and needs time. Event the heavy losses in the headcount were expected. Lots of mages left the scene, some perhaps only for a while, but some more for the time being.
So, we successfully took part in a great spiritual struggle for the way, magic will evolve in this millennium. There are no artificial bindings left, no costly prices to pay anymore. That "new" kind of industrialised magic, that tried to be the only valid one for the upcoming thousand years, was defeated and unable to cross the gap. It was left behind in the old century and its role and masters will be forgotten soon for good.
But then, what causes, that some sources lie dried out and abandoned now? That only those few mages are left, who can work with their own sources, and that there are no others left. How didn't we realise that some of us were nailed down into stony prisons, that there appeared so many personal problems that we had to deal with and in the end hindered us to see, what was going on?
I met up with our east tonight. We know that our west holds still deliberately, he always knows better when not to breath and he already saw, that everything needs time to grow again and the sources need to fill up slowly - fife years is no time at all yet. But he realized some things, too, that perhaps need fixing and regulation. I for myself, being the south, should make the call - i won't wait too long for it. I don't mind time, i think that noone does care for time less than me. But the fact, that we met tonight on open space, will not go unnoticed. Whoever watches us, he saw us.
There has been a big effort in the end of the last millennium to stop an unwanted new aeon, that could have taken control of nearly all the magic and its sources. Lots of magicians took part in this, nearly four dozens at the same time. With us, there were three times four of us on one place and even that was a hard ride. But the gates were freed, the signposts were put back on their old places, showing the right directions again. And then... something unexpected must have happened. Slowly the magic disappeared, the gates vanished and closed down. This itself was expected, because if something new is born it has to grow and needs time. Event the heavy losses in the headcount were expected. Lots of mages left the scene, some perhaps only for a while, but some more for the time being.
So, we successfully took part in a great spiritual struggle for the way, magic will evolve in this millennium. There are no artificial bindings left, no costly prices to pay anymore. That "new" kind of industrialised magic, that tried to be the only valid one for the upcoming thousand years, was defeated and unable to cross the gap. It was left behind in the old century and its role and masters will be forgotten soon for good.
But then, what causes, that some sources lie dried out and abandoned now? That only those few mages are left, who can work with their own sources, and that there are no others left. How didn't we realise that some of us were nailed down into stony prisons, that there appeared so many personal problems that we had to deal with and in the end hindered us to see, what was going on?
I met up with our east tonight. We know that our west holds still deliberately, he always knows better when not to breath and he already saw, that everything needs time to grow again and the sources need to fill up slowly - fife years is no time at all yet. But he realized some things, too, that perhaps need fixing and regulation. I for myself, being the south, should make the call - i won't wait too long for it. I don't mind time, i think that noone does care for time less than me. But the fact, that we met tonight on open space, will not go unnoticed. Whoever watches us, he saw us.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
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