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They've Been Trying To Tell Us For Decades

“Wikipedia mentions that Joan’s father was from Mexico and her mother Scotland. [2] Her mother was said to be a descendant of the Dukes of Chandos. As a broad generalisation this fits a blueprint for being from a Luciferian family, all of whom undergo Monarch programming/MK Ultra. Baez had titled family on one side, UN/ Armed Forces family/ and moving constantly with confusing Catholic/Methodist/Quaker cover stories.” — excerpt from https://foxyfox.substack.com/p/joan-baez-survivor-of-satanic-ritual?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=142468&post_id=87441225&isFreemail=true&token=eyJ1c2VyX2lkIjoxODc4NzU4NSwicG9zdF9pZCI6ODc0NDEyMjUsImlhdCI6MTY4NzA4MzU4MCwiZXhwIjoxNjg5Njc1NTgwLCJpc3MiOiJwdWItMTQyNDY4Iiwic3ViIjoicG9zdC1yZWFjdGlvbiJ9.TQ7gxGBve1fxWBXrZB60QZDMKDzW3EHhTPeDeX_LxPM&utm_medium=email

Joan Baez PLAY ME BACKWARDS Lyrics

You don’t have to play me backwards
To get the meaning of my verse
You don’t have to die and go to hell
To feel the devil’s curse

Well I thought my life was a photograph
On the family Christmas card
Kids all dressed in buttons and bows
And lined up in the yard
Were the golden days of childhood
So lyrical and warm
Or did the picture start to fade
On the day that I was born

I’ve seen them light the candles
I’ve heard them bang the drum
And I’ve cried Mama, I’m cold as ice!
And I got no place to run

Let the night begin there’s a pop of skin
And the sudden rush of scarlet
There’s a little boy riding on a goat’s head
And a little girl playing the harlot
There’s a sacrifice in an empty church
Of sweet lil’ baby Rose
And a man in a mask from Mexico
Is peeling off my clothes

I’ve seen them light the candles
I’ve heard them bang the drum
And I’ve cried Mama, I’m cold as ice!
And I got no place to run

So I’m paying for protection
Smoking out the truth
Chasing recollections
Nailing down the proof

You don’t have to play me backwards
To get the meaning of my verse
You don’t have to die and go to hell
To feel the devil’s curse
I’ll stand before your altar
And tell everything I know
I’ve come to claim my childhood
At the chapel of baby Rose

I’ve seen them light the candles
I’ve heard them bang the drum
I’ve seen them light the candles
I’ve heard them bang the drum

Joan Baez

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Fleurdamour
Fleurdamour
11 months ago

The bongo player’s shirt.

Airplane Clouds
Airplane Clouds
11 months ago

What DOES she say when you play it backwards??

Katy
Katy
11 months ago

You don’t have to play it backwards to hear the “satanic” or evil message, she’s telling you upfront of some gruesome events that happened throughout her childhood. Not coded, upfront, no need to play it backwards. It’s all in the lyrics.

Andrew Barnett
Andrew Barnett
11 months ago

I like how prevalent this is. Maybe we should stop accepting this as part of a truth and ignore a liar in order to let them process their symbolic garbage, colon faces.

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Katy
Katy
11 months ago
Reply to  Andrew Barnett

The new way to enjoy nicotine is to put it in your eye?

WowjustWow
WowjustWow
11 months ago

Brought to you by MK. Y’all heard about the Laurel Canyon musicians, right? All cia babies