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Lyrics:
I don't know what anything means
I think I've forgotten how to sleep
And I'm not the only one
I will break my spine on the page
Like the books that will fill up my grave
I am entombed in my bed
With those words that you said, that I kept:
That I'm not the only one
That you've never loved
Boo, hoo
Voices of unknown origin appearing on radio frequencies were first noticed in Scandinavia by the military in the 30s and were put down at the time to secret Nazi transmitters. But the voices spoke in unknown and mixed tones. And after the war, no records of secret Nazi transmissions ever came to light. The voices didn’t stop after the war. But their repeatability and their transient nature precluded study. That is, until the tape recorder came into common usage in the 50s. A group of radio hams in Chicago studied the strange transmissions. Male and females voices speaking in polyglot mode and lyrical tones. But it was not until 1959 that a Russian-born Swedish citizen radio and TV producer and film maker Frederich Jurgenson noticed intrusions on tape and commenced his own systematic study. A disturbing fact soon emerged. The voices zeroed in onto the Swede, addressing him by name, revealing a knowledge of his thoughts and actions and claiming to be the voices of deceased friends and acquaintances. The news spread rapidly. And soon, experimenters and scientists all over the world were attempting to duplicate Jurgenson’s work. Prominent among them was the Latvian Psychologist, Konstantin Raudive. The effect on parapsychologists was dramatic, accustomed to investigating the blind forces of the poltergeist and endless and somewhat boring card and dice experiments that were confronted at once with living voices, which answered back. Speech being a mark of intelligence and a highly structured artifact. Taken by surprise, the British Parapsychologists, without conducting experiments, rejected the objectivity of the voices, explaining them as breakthrough from taxis, police messages, or simply mechanical noises in the tape recorder. But their European counterparts were more cautious and possibly, with greater technical resources, they soon found out that they were indeed confronted with voices of unknown origin on tape
Maybe I'm just feeling crushed...
(I tried to convey to you, before you die, an indication of survival after death, but you didn’t -)
Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use.
Lyrics:
I don't know what anything means
I think I've forgotten how to sleep
And I'm not the only one
I will break my spine on the page
Like the books that will fill up my grave
I am entombed in my bed
With those words that you said, that I kept:
That I'm not the only one
That you've never loved
Boo, hoo
Voices of unknown origin appearing on radio frequencies were first noticed in Scandinavia by the military in the 30s and were put down at the time to secret Nazi transmitters. But the voices spoke in unknown and mixed tones. And after the war, no records of secret Nazi transmissions ever came to light. The voices didn’t stop after the war. But their repeatability and their transient nature precluded study. That is, until the tape recorder came into common usage in the 50s. A group of radio hams in Chicago studied the strange transmissions. Male and females voices speaking in polyglot mode and lyrical tones. But it was not until 1959 that a Russian-born Swedish citizen radio and TV producer and film maker Frederich Jurgenson noticed intrusions on tape and commenced his own systematic study. A disturbing fact soon emerged. The voices zeroed in onto the Swede, addressing him by name, revealing a knowledge of his thoughts and actions and claiming to be the voices of deceased friends and acquaintances. The news spread rapidly. And soon, experimenters and scientists all over the world were attempting to duplicate Jurgenson’s work. Prominent among them was the Latvian Psychologist, Konstantin Raudive. The effect on parapsychologists was dramatic, accustomed to investigating the blind forces of the poltergeist and endless and somewhat boring card and dice experiments that were confronted at once with living voices, which answered back. Speech being a mark of intelligence and a highly structured artifact. Taken by surprise, the British Parapsychologists, without conducting experiments, rejected the objectivity of the voices, explaining them as breakthrough from taxis, police messages, or simply mechanical noises in the tape recorder. But their European counterparts were more cautious and possibly, with greater technical resources, they soon found out that they were indeed confronted with voices of unknown origin on tape
Maybe I'm just feeling crushed...
(I tried to convey to you, before you die, an indication of survival after death, but you didn’t -)
![Giles Corey - The Haunting Presence/Buried Above Ground
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Studio-version mashup of thematically same intro/outro.
From: Giles Corey (2011)
Lyrics:
Giles Corey, bloody and gory
We will redress your wrongs
Bloody and battered, nothing matters
Somehow, just makes it worse
And I dont care if I live or die
Because I aint ever going to no other side
There aint no heaven and there aint no hell
But I am a sinner so its all just as well
Theres a devil on my back
Theres a devil on my legs
Theres a devil on my chest
Theres a devil on my neck
And of a wicked physick came
All the heavy stones
To fall with crushing weight upon
All of those who cant become a ghost
Ive been wailing like a child at the bottom of a well
Ive been pacing like a man in a prison cell
I am buried above the ground
And no-one knows anything
(Theres a devil on my chest)
[Incomprehensible yelling]
Theres a devil on my back
Theres a devil on my legs
Theres a devil on my chest
Theres a devil on my neck
Ive been wailing like a child
At the bottom of a well
Ive been pacing like a man
In a prison cell
I am buried above the ground Giles Corey - The Haunting Presence/Buried Above Ground](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/Vfm5PE-Nt60/mqdefault.jpg)




![Death - Where Do We Go From Here???
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From: ...For the Whole World to See (2009)
Lyrics:
All you timeless children
Choking gangsters and flashbacks
Trying to get ahead
What makes you think I can see you?
What makes you think I believe you?
Dreams side my bed
Have you heard the news lately?
[incomprehensible]
Shot, thats on the past
All the dreams were flying
All the love was dying
Earth was coming fast
Where do we go from here?
All you false pretenders
And you freaky contenders
Trying to be the first
In my own opinion
You are not defending
You, you are the worst
Made the world a circus
And youre trying to curse us
Cruel, he knows no bounds
But we wont let you beat us
No, we wont let you cheat us
Its only one time around
Where do we go from here?
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
If you find it amusing
And the world in the music
Take a closer look
If you found permission
In the dreams youre wishing
Its all the time you took
Where do we go from here? Death - Where Do We Go From Here???](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/WMypH4vwlRo/mqdefault.jpg)




