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Me and Magdalena

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Me and Magdalena

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Me and Magdalena

We′re driving south through Monterey

As the sun is slowly sinking

Into a distant ocean wave

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And I don’t know if I′ve ever loved any other

Half as much as I do in this light she’s under

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Tell me, Magdalena

What do you see in the depths of your night?

Do you see a long-lost father?

Does he hold you with the hands you remember as a child?

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But know everything lost will be recovered

When you drift into the arms of the undiscovered

And I don’t know if I′ve ever loved any other

Half as much as I do in this light she′s under

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Me and Magdalena

Always leaving early and sleeping late

Secluded in the canyon

Lost within a turn of fate

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But know everything lost will be recovered

When you drift into the arms of the undiscovered

And I don’t know if I′ve ever loved any other

Half as much as I do in this light she’s under

Writer: Benjamin Gibbard, Performed by The Monkees

The Story Behind “Me & Magdalena” by The Monkees and Why Ben Gibbard Called Writing It “the Greatest Honor of My Career”

One to practice, learn and play

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James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971)

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“I am Dionysus, the child of Zeus, and I have come to this land of the Thebans, where Cadmus’ daughter Semele once bore me, delivered by a lightning-blast. Having assumed a mortal form in place of my divine one,”

The Bacchae by Euripides

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

“Art and religion, carnivals and saturnalia, dancing and listening to oratory – all these have served, in H. G. Wells’s phrase, as Doors in the Wall.” 
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

In Memoriam Dave Marsden

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The Temple of the Gnosis
The City of Bridges

In memoriam Dave Marsden, poet, philosopher, magickian and friend.
You said “there’s a lot of love in Geburah.’
Just for you here’s ‘The Temple of the Gnosis’
and ‘The City of Bridges’

The veil has been lifted.

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.