let me feed you lies
while i stare into your black coal eyes
do you love it when i canât speak?
so you donât have to hear me lie
sippinâ on my soul like itâs the holy grail
careful what you wish for
i know you want heaven
but i can only give you hell
i think you like me out of focus
and i think i like you in this moment
stare into my angel eyes
like youâre seeing paradise
are you calling me color blind?
cuz i only see a black hole
now youâre seeing neon ligths
maybe iâm just out of my mind
do you love these polar lights?
are you hungry for eternal lies?
stare into my devil eyes
are you still seeing paradise?
maybe youâre the one thatâs color blind?
asking me to turn water to wine
you got me staring in your black coal eyes
do you love it when i feed you lies?
can we go to your paradise?
will there be sleepless nights?
silhouettes in the neon lights?
please take me to your paradise
i promise i wonât tell no lies
cuz youâre the same as me -
just a devil in disguise.
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âi got inspired while listening to âdevilâs in the backseatâ by lostboycrowâ
finally got around to finishing K and Nocturnal
My October Patreon stickers! I love angel/devil couple themes so I made these cuties with my ocs Skye and Eli! Iâm still very proud of how they came out <3
Devil minus the evil just leaves âdâ. Something to think about
Devil is in the Details!
sticker collaboration with Noke
A whole turkey is boned, then stuffed with a sweet and savory chicken stuffing flavored with dried raisins, currents, dried cherries, and hard apple cider. The roasted turkey is simple to carve into beautiful slices at the table.
The blues musician who actually seems to have claimed to have gone to the crossroads and performed a ritual to receive supernatural guitar prowess was TOMMY Johnson, not Robert Johnson, who was no relation. Heâs worth quoting:
âIf you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and you go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there, be sure to get there just a little âfore 12 that night so you know youâll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourselfâŠA big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and heâll tune it. And then heâll play a piece and hand it back to you. Thatâs the way I learned to play anything I want.â
Note that Tommy Johnson makes no reference to âthe Devilâ or mention selling his soul. This anecdote could simply be Johnson attempting to promote himself by creating a sinister persona, but thereâs something more interesting going on here.
There was a crossroads ritual, apparently fairly widespread amongst practitioners of voodoo and hoodoo, that was worked to invoke supernatural aid in learning a skill. Harry Middleton Hyatt, a folklorist and Anglican clergyman, documented many varied accounts of the, for lack of a better term, âcrossroads ritual,â which his informants had allegedly used to learn all kinds of skills. (Hyattâs research was conducted between 1936 and 1940, with supplementary interviews in 1970. So this gives us good, though probably somewhat biased, insight into folkloric and magical beliefs in Robert & Tommy Johnsonâs era.) To keep this post from getting overly long, the short version is: go to the crossroads at a certain time, meet a supernatural benefactor, learn a skill. Some of his informants called said supernatural benefactor âa/the devil,â but this is an example of what happens when pre-Christian mythology meets Christian mythology. This figure would not have been THE Devil, but a devil; that is, a spirit. The idea of âselling yourself to the Devilâ in some kind of Faustian bargain is foreign to these beliefs.
One of Hyattâs informants, who claimed to have performed the ritual to learn the guitar, had this to say. Note Hyattâs (potentially offensive) attempt to transcribe his informantâs dialect:
âWell, people
say yoâ meet de devil, but tell de truth 'bout de thing, ah donât
know if it wus de devil or not. It wus a black something othah
jesâ 'bout dat high â sorta mind me of a dog. He had hanâs lak a
dog when ah fusâ seen him but fust and last his hanâ wus jesâ lak
mine only it wus jesâ as hot as could be.â
Who knows if Tommy Johnson was a true believer or (like many heavy metal musicians more recently) was simply trying to create a sinister and mystical aura around himself.