Halloween
Embrace the Spirits: Unveiling the Hidden Messages in Jason Webley's Halloween
Lyrics
Do you hear that sound
There's a mysterious sound.
Beneath the rustling autumn leaves?
Immersed in the noise of autumn leaves.
You can't hear the word,
The sound carries a message that is not explicitly heard.
But you know just what they mean.
Despite the lack of clarity, the listener understands the meaning.
You've gotta tap your toes against the ground,
Rhythmic movement to resonate with the bones.
So all the bones can hear the sound,
Engaging with the earth to convey belief to those below.
To let them know below that you believe.
Expressing faith to the spirits beneath.
When you hear those spirits calling,
Responding to the call of spirits.
There ain't no use to fight.
Surrendering to the inevitable.
We'll trade faces with the shadows
Exchanging identities with shadows.
And change voices with the night.
Becoming part of the nocturnal realm.
Do you feal that glow behind the rottingwillow tree?
Sensing an unseen radiance near a decaying willow tree.
Something in there knows muchmore than you can see.
A presence with deeper knowledge than visible.
It says there's a task ahead of you,
A task is foreseen, prompting the need for disguise and preparation.
So dawn the mask and down the brew,
Putting on a mask and brewing a potion for insight.
And peer into the sphere of history.
Looking into the historical sphere for guidance.
Icklemuck puddlewuck, ting ling zsu.
Uttering mystical, nonsensical phrases.
Chulatat Psilophat, mug wump chu.
More whimsical incantations.
When the church bell sounds
In a surreal scenario, sin is absent when the church bell rings and the sky falls.
And the sky drips down, ain't nothing is a sin.
Tasting the earth while dancing intimately with others.
So we'll taste the ground while we dance around
Connecting with the surroundings during a mystical experience.
Underneath each other's skin.
Merging with others on a profound level.
When the raven calls your name
Response to the call of a raven and an owl, signaling a transformation.
And the barn owl starts her flight,
A symbolic journey with birds of the night.
We'll trade faces with the shadows
Reiteration of exchanging identities with shadows.
And change voices with the night.
Continued transformation through the night.
When you hear those spirits calling,
Reaffirming the acceptance of spirit calls.
There ain't no wrong or right.
Denying the existence of absolute wrong or right.
We'll trade faces with the shadows
Reiteration of exchanging identities with shadows.
And change voices with the night.
Continued transformation of voices with the night.
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