I keep wondering how these hidden hands could make him do this to me. I was so brainwashed that he was a big shot and that he could never see me and that I was just a loser who stupidly had a crush. Now I see the big lying drunk philanderer with 3 wives show that they erected around him was to shoo me off. THEY CLEARLY had the information about us and I didn’t and no one was telling me. I just found him confusing (I sure do write in a direct manner!) and listening to him made me VERY SAD.
I couldn’t stand the pain anymore and once they piled up the tricks, I figured he just was a game I could not win so I gave up and started to war on the system that did this to me - a system that would not ever let me win. What is worse than realizing that one’s life is shut down? The game is rigged and I came to believe there is nothing left but fighting what cannot be accepted.
If they thought it was in their best interests to do this to us, then I think it’s in our best interests to show everyone exactly how they operate so that they cannot keep playing these sick games with our lives.
I think the “celebrity project” is very dehumanizing to the people trapped in it. I can say that from the perspective of someone who has been dehumanized just by witnessing it. All we can do is to get real, unite and move on. Let the tricksters find new marks but we need to finally wise up. WE DO HAVE MANY OPTIONS AND OPPORTUNITIES if we unite.
Can you see how my true story was finagled into sounding “crazy”. That’s how they do it. And yet EC has still created all of this corroboration in his songs. It’s all a game and they only win when we are scared, stupid and DIVIDED.
My other half is under all that misery and I’m very late in realizing this. Who is blocking all of this communication and why are they doing it? This unlocks the knowledge to exactly who is working so hard to exterminate the majority of the world’s population. Our sad story and the dreams of genocide are very much connected. Think about it.
"Tripwire" lyrics
Just because you don’t speak the language
Doesn’t mean that you can’t understand
Just because you don’t speak the language
Doesn’t mean that you can’t understand
The twist in the script of the insult
Scrawled on the back of your hand
Torn from the pages of scripture
Sprayed on the wall in the frays of a flag
Kisses forbidden on lips
And all of your fine clothes worn into rags
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
There’s a tripwire
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
Don’t open the door ‘cos they’re coming
Don’t open the door ‘cos they’re here
Above there’s an ominous humming
Below there’s a murmur of prayer
Torn from the pages of scandal
Sprayed on a wall in the frays of the flag
Kisses forbidden on lips
and all of your fine clothes blown into rags
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
There’s a tripwire
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
There’s a cross in the line there’s a circus
There’s a voice that you might overhear
There’s a lens making the picture perfect
They say you have nothing to fear
Torn from the pages of pamphlets
Thrown in the air like confetti in church
Far, far away there’s a target
and the sound of an army just starting to march
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
There’s a tripwire
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
Just because I don’t read the language
Doesn’t mean that I'm blind to the threat
Though I thought there was more to forgiveness
Than all we conveniently forget
Torn from the pages of history
Repeated again and again and again
You’re either for or against us
and that is how the hatred begins
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
There’s a tripwire
Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
Winter Song Lyrics
Hull
When Winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for summer whose passage is complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
When winter..... comes howling in
When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music thru your head
And your rain splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull the bedclothes higher, dream of summertime instead ?
When winter..... comes howling in
The creeping cold has fingers, that access with permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who's turned and spurned by village and town, at the magistrate's decision ?
When winter..... comes howling in
When the turkey's in the oven, and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa's in his module, he's an American astronaut
Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts
Who gut busted just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts ?
When winter..... comes howling in
When winter..... comes howling in
When winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for summer whose passage is complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
When winter .......... comes howling in