This magic winter night I see a lightOriginally Posted by mercutio
Again I hear that tune, some sort of croon
Oh no, no, no, oh, my brain.
I see them gypsy waggons left in the snow
Oh, I must see that lady, I have to know
Gypsy woman, let me inside
They say you know the secret, secret of time
So gaze into your crystal and tell me
All you see
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Blackened is the end
Winter it will send
Throwing all you see
Into obscurity
Death of mother Earth
Never a rebirth
Evolution's end
Never will it mend
Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away.
“I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!”
I have a thing I'd like to say to you
Put down your guns and listen to... Me
I am unarmed and I have no fear
I will not budge or steer clear... Of you
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
To Arms, to Arms! the fierce Virago cries,
And swift as Lightning to the Combate flies.
Wide awakened out of spinning
Round the safest orbit
You controlled the ordinary
I was grateful for it
Wide awake in the beginning
Trembling after the fall
Only half my world remembers
While the other half revolves
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby
Stop messin' around with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me, baby
'cause you might just pick up my magic sticks
“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
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