Ben Ben Stone

Benben or Ben-ben, in Egyptian mythology, or more specifically in the Heliopolitan tradition, was the mound that arose from the primordial waters, Nu, and on which the creator god Atum settled. In the Pyramid Texts, e.g. Utterance 1587, Atum himself is at times referred to as “mound”. It was said to have turned into a small pyramid, located in Annu, which was the place Atum was said to dwell within. Other cities developed their own myths of the primeval mound. At Memphis the god Tatenen, an earth god and the origin of all things in the shape of food and viands, divine offers, all good things was the personification of the primeval mound.

The Benben stone, named after the mound, was a sacred stone in the solar temple of Heliopolis. It was the location on which the first rays of the sun fell. It is thought to have been the prototype for later obelisks, and the capstones of the great pyramids were based on its design. Their tips (pyramidia) were probably gilded. The phoenix, the bennu bird, was venerated at Heliopolis, where it was said to be living on the Benben or on the holy willow. According to B. Kemp the connection between the benben, the phoenix and the sun may well have been based on alliteration: the rising, weben, of the sun sending its rays towards the benben, on which the benu bird lives. Utterance 600 of the Pyramid Texts speaks of Atum as you rose up, as the benben, in the Mansion of the Benu in Heliopolis (Hart, p.16).

Brandon Boyd's illuminated winged eye tattoo

It seems we find interesting lyrics from Brandon Boyd associated with his tattoo here. He talks about fire in the attic (light in the mind), fire defragmenting the attic (brain reorganizing itself into left-brained logic), 2012, television being mind control, humanity sleeping on its feet and even how we are cosmic painters.

Lyrics: Incubus – Anna Molly

A cloud hangs over this city by the sea.

I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be (might be)

Out there and sober as well from loneliness.

Please do persist girl, it’s time we met and made a mess .

I picture your face at the back of my eyes,

A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!

Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly.

A cloud hangs over and mutes my happiness,

A thousand ships couldn’t sail me back from distress. (distress)

Wish you were here and I’m a wounded satellite.

I need you now. Put me back together, make me right.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes,

A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!

Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly.

I’m calling your name up into the air.

Not one of the others could ever compare.

Anna Molly, Anna Molly!

Wait… there is a light… there is a fire…

Illuminated attic.

Fate. Or something better? I couldn’t care less,

Just stay with me a while.

Wait… there is a light… there is a fire,

Defragmenting the attic,

Fate? Or something better? I couldn’t care less,

Just stay with me a while.

I picture your face at the back of my eyes,

A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize!

Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly.

I’m calling your name up into the air.

Not one of the others could ever compare.

Anna Molly, Anna Molly!

Wait… there is a light… there is a fire

Defragmenting the attic, (Anna Molly!)

Fate? Or something better?

I could care less,

Just stay with me a while (Anna Molly!)

Lyrics: Incubus – Vitamin

I’m born

I’m alive

I breathe

In a moment or two I realize,

That this sphere upon which I reside,

Is asleep upon its feet.

Should I go back to sleep?

I’m born

I’m alive

I breathe

In a moment or two I realize,

That this sphere upon which I reside,

Is asleep upon its feet.

Should I go back to sleep?

Chorus:

You stare at me like I’m a vitamin

On the surface you hate,

But you know you need me.

I’ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.

Whatever helps you swallow the truth,

All the more easily.

We orbit the sun

I grow up

My open eyes see…..

A zombified, somnambulist society.

Leaving us as vitamins,

For the hibernating human animal.

Do you, do you, do you see what I mean?

You stare at me like I’m a vitamin

On the surface you hate,

But you know you want me.

I’ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.

Whatever helps you swallow the truth,

All the more easily.

And I wonder, will you digest me?

Into the sleep machine I won’t plug in,

In fact I’d rather die before I will comply

To you, my friend

I write the reason I still live

’cause in my mind it’s set the vitamin is ripe to give.

Coming closer to another 2000 years

You and I will pry

The closed eye of the sleep machine.

You stare at me like I’m a vitamin

On the surface you hate,

But you know you want me.

I’ll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.

Whatever helps you swallow the truth,

All the more easily.

Lyrics: Incubus – Idiot Box

You keep your riches and I’ll sew my stitches,

you can’t make me think like you, mundane.

I’ve got a message for all those who think that

they can etch his words inside my brain

T.V., what do I need?

Tell me who to believe!

What’s the use of autonomy

when a button does it all?

So listen up,

glisten up closely all,

who’ve seen the fuckin eye ache too.

It’s time to step away from cable train

And when we finally see the subtle light,

this quirk in evolution will begin

to let us live and recreate

T.V., what do I need?

Tell me who to believe!

Whats the use of autonomy

when a button does it all?

T.V., what should I see?

Tell me who should I be?

Lets do our mom a favor and drop

a new god off a wall.

Let me see past the fatuous knocks.

I’ve gotta rid myself of this idiot box!

Let you see past the feathers and flocks,

and help me plant a bomb in this idiot box!

From the depths of the sea

to the tops of the trees

to the seat of a lazy boy…

staring at a silver screen!!

Incubus – Redefine Lyrics

Imagine your brain as a

canister filled with ink

yeah, now think of your body

as the pen where the ink resides

Fuse the two; KAPOW!

What are you now?

You’re the human magic marker, won’t you

please surprise my eyes?

It’s in your nature,

you can paint whatever picture

you like no matter what

Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight

So modify this third rock from the sun

by painting myriads of pictures

with the colors of one

I’m sick of painting in black and white

my pen is dry, now I’m uptight<<<<<< ((my pen is dry, and im all uptight))

So sick of limiting myself

to fit your definition

Picture the scene, where whatever you thought,

would, in the blink of an eye,

manifest and become illustrated

You’d be sure man that every

line drawn reflected a life that you loved

not an existence that you hated

So, must we demonstrate that

we can’t get it straight?

We’ve painted a picture,

now we’re drowning in paint

Lets figure out what the fuck it’s about

before the picture we painted

chews us up and spits us out

I’m sick of painting in black and white

((my pen is dry, and im all up tight))

So sick of limiting myself

to fit your definition

Redefine

Lyrics: Incubus – A Certain Shade of Green

A certain shade of green,

tell me, is that what you need?

All signs around say move ahead.

Could someone please explain to me your ever present

lack of speed?

Are your muscles bound by ropes?

Or do grudges cloud your day?

My sources say the road is clear,

and street signs point the way.

CHORUS

Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?

What are you waiting for,

A certain shade of green?

I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.

What are you waiting for,

A certain shade of green?

Would a written invitation

signed, “Choose now or lose it all,”

sedate your hesitation?

Or inflame and make you stall?

You’ve been raised in limitation,

but that glove never fit quite right.

The time has past for hand-me-downs,

choose a new, please evolve, take flight.

CHORUS

Green.

What are you waiting for?

A written invitation?

A public declaration?

A perfect consolation?

Remember when you procrastinate you choose last.

I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.

Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?

What are you waiting for,

A certain shade of green?

I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.

What are you waiting for (X6)

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Cool pose  

 

Jay Z is really cool

And so is this guy

I like popsicles.

Pretty self-explanatory.