Tarot · Track 1 · middle
The Magician
RWS: one arm raised to the sky, one pointing to earth, an infinity sign overhead, the four suit-tokens (cup, wand, sword, coin) on his table, roses and lilies. Keywords: will, focus, manifestation, as-above-so-below, the con and the craft in one hand.
No audio yet — generation pending.
Lyrics
Look at the table. Look what they left me to hold. I brought the iron sword, I brought the wooden wand I brought the silver cup and the copper coin Staring straight into the deep beyond Waiting for the atmosphere and dirt to join Red roses tangle up around my boots White lilies choking out the heavy air I feel the static humming in my roots With a figure-eight burning in my hair One hand reaching for the lightning rod One hand pointing to the trembling ground I am the wire between the dust and God And I can’t stop the signal coming down! I’m making it real, I’m making it real I don't know if I'm a prophet or a thief But the spark is catching on the lily leaf It’s just attention, it’s just a sleight of hand The cortex drawing meaning from the random noise But watch the copper levitate on command I am terrified of my own toys On this three-legged folding table in the dark I pull a universe out from a velvet sleeve I strike the flint and I become the spark But it only happens if I make you believe One hand reaching for the lightning rod One hand pointing to the trembling ground I am the wire between the dust and God And I can’t stop the signal coming down! I’m making it real, oh I'm making it real I don't know if I'm a prophet or a thief But the spark is catching on the lily leaf As above! So below! The current has nowhere to go but through my chest I wanted the focus, I wanted the show But the infinity loop doesn't let you rest It doesn't let you rest! One hand reaching for the lightning rod One hand pointing to the trembling ground I am the wire between the dust and God And I can’t stop the signal coming down! I’m making it real, yeah I'm making it real I don't know if I'm a prophet or a thief But the fire is catching on the lily leaf The sword, the wand The cup, the coin The roses are catching fire I’m just a vessel... I’m just a vessel but my hands won't open up