http://youtu.be/Wew9xhazl98
Sweet Thing
And I shall drive my chariot
Down your streets and cry
Hey, it’s me, Im dynamite
And I don’t know why
And you shall take me strongly
In your arms again
And I will not remember
That I even felt the pain.
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
And I will never, never, never
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
The sound of the WINDS OF CHANGE, or my fan awaiting: Europe - The Final Countdown(with lyrics) - YouTube Europe=You’re up
We’re headed, four (=elements); VENUS
Keepin it Lowkey all Scan D Navy N= Journey “Love Will Find You” ( Seperate Ways ) - YouTube
“Some 'ware, overhead, distant from the rows/Rose” “the Ether will (Thou art thine wilt) guide us” “STAND STRONG and you Knight!” Dream Theater - Outcry (lyrics) - YouTube NINE
Entitlement and the Princess mentality, are subversive, to the processing of Reason.
In Title Mint (=In Gawe’d We Tressed) and the Prince S (=Sword=Knights Vow, Oath) mentality (=Meant Owl Eye t=Crossing in DARKness Ob’fewskated messy AGES, Icy 
Coaled=SinisStar Fall in White Rose En*Velopes Coze), art sub verse I’ve (=implies: Crafted), to the Pro’cessing (=Professional cessing) of Reason (=ReSun=Rebirth of the Dawn). -Divine Princess <33 Bow
Eye dis’cove’red Messiahic innardly gnosis; crypt, a logically connpliant means, what doth it? MEOW saysh the Kitsy Katt’n awft Ju’Tah
I mean it
JEW’DUH
Need a tension? – wHOrE! Too cultures, gun ta shit genomic’ally. Guilty Milfs Omg’awe’d
Taking cover in the Bunker tonight.
My love, you’ve come such a long way With no one to comfort you Or to tell you you’re needed
You and I come from the same place But if I were to call for you What’s there left to believe in?
Interestingly, Calliope is both the name of a musical instrument, and the name of one of the nine muses. Both inspiration and the means of production. Some sort of Marxian dream 
@1:00 next part can go many ways, so rewind to hear them all]
1:We’re just now waking up (=To multiplicity in meaning)
2:Wake, hands tale, make hid hope (=Religious lore is sales)
3:We heir showest how way king owe up (=Christ)
4:They sit, you weigh she nom (=Enthroned SERPENTS, Eve, Right, Wrong, Courtesy the Apple)
5:Wince his know a tree him (=Be afraid of knowledge O fools and glorify ignorance)
6.Wins hiss snow ate ray have (=Adam, eat of thine Fruitflesh)
7:Thee situation of (=Being cast into hell)
8:Whence is no atrium (=Roofless or glass topped building: DARKNESS)
9:We’re just ill weak hang up (=Scared shitless of a WORD, so ignore the evidence)
10:Ware chest heal, we aching? – nope (=Chesed; We know of the Materias Medicinal Might)
11:We’re jest, steal way key home (=Common conception is falsehood and hides higher reality)
12:We are chased, deal, make it up (=Templar)
13:We can still make it out (=The hidden message)
Mmmm… this is what I was listening to tonight…
And… some of good 'ol Billy…
Jack White - I’m Shakin’
