Please could you stay awhile to share my grief
For it's such a lovely day
To have to always feel this way
And the time that I will suffer less
Is when I never have to wake

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever

Those who have seen the needles eye, now tread
Like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled
And the masks, that the monsters wear
To feed, upon their prey

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever

Doubled up inside
Take a while to shed my grief
Always doubled up inside
Taunted, cruel

Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever
Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved
The blackness of darkness forever


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Wandering Star Lyrics as written by Charles William Miller Beth Gibbons

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    General CommentThis song has a special meaning to me.....
    In the summer of 2005, I had a crazy release of inhibitions, followed by a 3 month string of experiences that were intense, drug-speckled, and almost spiritual. I had a roommate burn a CD for me, containing this song on it. I was helping film an indie movie in Downtown Los Angeles about exstasy. I got into a conversation with a homeless man that was near the set, and we got into an amazing conversation. He was telling me that life itself would make the most amazing movie, if only people wouldn't break character all the time, which they do. He wanted to give one of the sheltered crew members an intense experience, and so he crossed Santa Fe St. in Downtown LA in the middle of the night and took a hit off of his crack pipe. This didn't take me out of my ordinary perception of reality as much as did my ride I took right after this. He came back and said "If you really wanna see what life is like on this side of the tracks, take a drive.... drive down 8th st. until you hit wall, go to 4th st. and come back here...." I did just this, happened to be rolling for the first time ever, and my whole drive was serenaded by this amazingly perfect, soul-wrenching, depth-finding song. As William S. Burroughs said, "You become a narcotics addict because you do not have strong motivations in any other direction. Junk wins by default.”
    Unless we have a destination or a path set out for us, we become these wandering stars. Some are lucky enough to have relatively mediocre, socially acceptable, and sometimes somewhat fulfilling passtimes and fillers to take up our attention and distract us from finding our life purpose, living fully, and engaging with full fledged passion into what we're here to do. I don't think Ravendaymon's comments are to be scrutinized, but welcomed with a breath of relief. We all have a God.... whether it be Zeus, Yahweh, Jesus, Allah, money, sex, women, drugs, apathy, laziness, scientific progress, or what have you. For me though, this song will always represent that bottom one finds when searching for the ultimate experience, but through the eyes of a materialistic world-view, in which crack cocaine would be the rocks upon which a wandering star will wash up. Unending grief, searching for the next fix, which will only bring an illusion of relief. The only time they will suffer less is when they will no longer have to awaken to their present reality. their stomachs cramp, they double up with pain, feeling their insides empty of food and of fulfillment: physical and spiritual.
    And shortly after I arrived back to the set from my drive, I came across a true monster. A man standing on the corner, wanting to know if I wanted the rock. A man with eyes that held no expression, no life, no end.... only infinitely deep darkness. I could see right past this monster's mask, and I was then so glad that the monsters of our world do wear masks to feed upon their prey. The preying and predating is bad enough, but to see the evils, intentions, and capabilities of these people is even more gut-wrenching and heinous.
    saxypepperon May 27, 2006   Link

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