Prophesy in Song

Okay - this is likely going to receive the instant criticism of both the resident cynics and striving skeptics - i expect that and so i can withstand bombardment.

to explain my rationale, though, i must offer some pre-justifications for my strange approach

there is more truth in music lyrics than in all the holy books and scrolls ever written! but what is truth of course is the next question.

i won't lie
i know not
i asked God
he said the same
LOL

he said 'fix your radio my dear'
okay

Well, just read this lyrics that i post - i will definitely be aiming to demonstrate certain constants within the realm of lyrical truth but i will not be explaining anything i don't know for sure nor will i be providing interpretation of the prophesy therein

YES i do know the interpretations i present but i will never say i know all prophesy because i have not encountered it all yet....but when i come across something new i devour it and add it to the mass of scroll pulp which dwells in my belly ( it is bitter because you cannot poop it out! LOL)

But please - offer your own ideas - none can be wrong - only imcomplete.

There is a treasure that is not ethereal and is free to all of us and gifted directly to us!

American Pie
© Don McClean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
how that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
with every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
when I read about his widowed bride,
but something touched me deep inside
the day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Did you write the book of love,
and do you have faith in God above,
if the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
and can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancing in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage bronchi buck
with a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
but I knew I was out of luck
the day the music died.

I started singing,
Bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
and singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
and moss grows fat on a Rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
in a coat he borrowed from James Dean
and a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
the jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lenin read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
and we sang dirges in the dark
the day the music died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
and singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Helter smelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
with the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`Cause the players tried to take the field;
the marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
the day the music died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
and singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
a generation lost in space
with no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
to light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
Bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
and singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
and I asked her for some happy news,
but she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
the church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
the day the music died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die.
This’ll be the day that I die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singing, this’ll be the day that I die.

The Wanderer
© Bono & Johnny Cash

I went out walking
through the streets
paved with gold

lifted some stones
saw the skin and bones
of a city without a soul

I went out walking
under an atomic sky

where the ground won't turn
and the rain it burns
like the tears when I said goodbye

Yeah I went with nothing
nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering

I went drifting
through the capitals of tin
where men can't walk
or freely talk
and sons turn their fathers in

I stopped outside a church house
where the citizens like to sit
they say they want the kingdom
but they don't want God in it

I went out riding
down that old eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
looking for my own name

I went with nothing
but the thought you'd be there, too
Looking for you...

I went out there in search of experience
to taste and to touch and to feel as much
as a man can before he repents

I went out searching, looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who could sit at his father's right hand

I went out walking with a bible and a gun
The word of God lay heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one

Now Jesus, don't you wait up
Jesus, I'll be home soon
Yea I went out for the papers
told her I'd be back by noon
Yeah I left with nothing
but the thought you'd be there too
looking for you...
Yeah I left with nothing
nothing but the thought of you...
I went wandering

Crystal Ball
© James Marshall Hendrix

As I looked into my crystal ball...
There was formed a tragedy.
Oh but there’s nothing to worry about...
It was just a flash from my memory.
Well it seems that the holiday wheel...,
You know, the one that was between earth
And the moon...well any way, there was
2,000,000 killed...bodies floating in the
Afternoon...

Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
Natures ice and rains...

And pieces of my life...floating,
Still soaring through space...
But my sons and their wives
Landed on mars to start another race...

As I gazed upon my crystal ball,
There formed a cloud of jealousy.
But there’s nothing to feel sad about...
By this time, it’s due for only history.
Well, it seems that the chambers of the
Gods were being emptied for good.
Why would such heavenly beings want
To desert earth?
But as I watched I understood.

As the clouds turned to a jealous
Green, which was conceived in the heart
of man...the people didn’t respect
the help of the gods. Instead they turned against
Immortal man. As they tried to defy, they
died, into the wicked pits of hell.

Diana wept a tear after we made love
and said: my earthly darling, I must bid
you farewell...the fate of your mud brothers ...
As pieces of my life...floating,
still soaring in space...
She could have been my wife
But her time, I didn’t dare wish
To waste.

As I stared into my crystal ball,
There was formed a tearing of hearts.
Ego armies marched antly onto view
Only to be blown apart.

As the sun whispered its secret
Through space...to men thinking the false pride
Opposite...telling them that it was
Such a disgrace to think that men were
The ruler of it. well you know
How the story goes...the sun they thought
Was their circling slave...
Round and round and round the
Table she goes. some carried
The thought right to their grave...
And I smell the scorch of the
Burnt out minds...who searched
For the hurting truth of space. and the
Dizziness they felt inside...
Reflected off the spinning
Slave pebble earth...

As fragments of my life...
Some floating, some soaring in space
Collections of my soul
Will turn complete only as time will age.

As my tears drop on my crystal ball,
Magnifies the reflections of Christ.
As I blink, his angels take him away.
What he said, man tries to self
help from god. as reward, he
Wipes our blood from his eyes...
And the cross that he would
Use for his throne represents
Not life but death. is this the way
All heroes go?
...carrying the first necklace
Of death...
His preaching the belief
Of eternal happiness to rest.
Or were his angels just UFOs
Vapor trails lead from
Another light year land...
Or was it really tomorrows
Awakening day dream...blemished
By the smudgy finger prints of man...

And slivers of my life...floating,
Still soaring in space...
And spirits of bee hives
Even they find a resting place.

As I wander through my crystal ball,
I suddenly ride upon the waves of sound.
I see platforms of launching
Pads even before the first blade of
Grass turned brown.

And I taste their tunnels through
The sky...as the axis turns in its womb.
Frozen flowers and animals try to
Hold positions they had before
Their morning bloomed...
And I follow the last rocket up
To the libraries of the moons meadows.

i don't know if these prophecies are meant as such, if they were, the question would be who wrote them and why...


it's not really hidden per se, just not announced as a prophecy, i wonder if they're just common themes of doom&gloom, even though some are quite strange, i admit anyways

The Prophet's song by Queen

THE PROPHET'S SONG


Words and music by Brian May
Brian: Toy Koto

Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man

I dreamed I saw on a moonlit stair
Spreading his hand to the multitude there
A man who cried for a love gone stale
And ice cold hearts of charity bare
I watched as fear took the old man's gaze
Hopes of the young in troubled graves
'I see no day' I heard him say
So grey is the face of every mortal

Oh oh people of the earth!
'Listen to the warning' the prophet he said
For soon the cold of night will fall
Summoned by your own hand

Ah ah children of the land
Quicken to the new life take my hand
Fly and find the new green bough
Return like the white dove

He told of death as a bone white haze
Taking the lost and the unloved babes
Late too late all the wretches run
These kings of beasts now counting their days
From mother's love is the son estranged
Married his own his precious gain
The earth will shake in two will break
And death all round will be your dowry

Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan

Oh oh oh oh and two by two my human zoo
They'll be running for to come
Running for to come out of the rain

Oh flee for your lives who heed me not
Let all your treasures make you fear for your life
Deceive you not the fires of hell will take you
Should death await you

Ah people can you hear me?
And now I know and now I know
And now I know and now I know
That you can hear me
And now I know and now I know
And now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know
The earth will shake in two will break
Death all around around around around
Around around around around
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know now I know
Now I know
Wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo
Listen to the wise listen to the wise listen to the wise
Listen to the wise listen to the wise man
La la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la
La la
La la
Come here I hear you
Come here I hear you
Come here I hear you
Ah ah ah ah ah
Listen to the man listen to the man listen to the man listen to the mad man

God gave you grace to purge this place
And peace all around may be your fortune
Oh oh children of the land
Love is still the answer take my hand
The vision fades a voice I hear
Listen to the madman!
But still I fear and still I dare not
Laugh at the madman!

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on a side note, i have a feeling that the song is incomplete and the lalalala-lalalala - portions were originally genuine lyrics... i mean if you dream up an entire song, it must actually hurt to put fillers in, i'd wager.