An archetype ( /ˈɑrkɪtaɪp/) is a universally understood symbol, term, or pattern of behavior, a prototype upon which others are copied, patterned, or emulated. Archetypes are often used in myths and storytelling across different cultures.
In psychology, an archetype is a model of a person, personality, or behavior.
In philosophy, archetypes have, since Plato, referred to ideal forms of the perceived or sensible objects or types.
In the analysis of personality, the term archetype is often broadly used to refer to:
Archetype refers to a generic version of a personality. In this sense, "mother figure" may be considered an archetype, and may be identified in various characters with otherwise distinct (non-generic) personalities.
Archetypes are likewise supposed to have been present in folklore and literature for thousands of years, including prehistoric artwork. The use of archetypes to illuminate personality and literature was advanced by Carl Jung early in the 20th century, who suggested the existence of universal contentless forms that channel experiences and emotions, resulting in recognizable and typical patterns of behavior with certain probable outcomes. Archetypes are cited as important to both ancient mythology and modern narratives.
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David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
Plot
David Riley, once the assistant prop-master of the Metropolitan Opera, enters his retirement home's talent show in a last-ditch effort for artistic immortality. But rehearsals for his five-minute dramatic rendition of Wagner's Ring Cycle aren't going well. David convinces himself that a prop helmet he created forty years ago can save his production. He quickly enlists the help of his son, Tom, and young grandson, Richie, to break into the vaults of the Met and steal the helmet. Richie, already suspicious of his grandfather, has a more basic concern: distinguishing real from imaginary. During their quest for the 'magic' helmet, Richie connects with his grandfather and discovers that, on the stage, life can be lived in a fantastical gray zone between memories and dreams.
Keywords: children
There's a path, it leads you from the world you know
Straight to the unmaterial dimension
We are all there as nakes souls
Not alone, nothing useless lives there or it's wondered
She comes and takes me away
She says - I wanna show you something new
Oh takes me away, takes me away
Leaving all that I need
To celebrate and expire on fire
Loosing all that I know
Praying all that I bleed
To celebrate and expire on fire
Loosing all that I know
It's old as earth and it's me, older than a stone
Purer than water that wets my body
Wash away all my material
Nothing useless lives there or it's wondered
She comes and takes me away
She says - I wanna show you something new
Oh takes me away
Fear
Leaving all that I need
[Instrumental]
Side by side the legions ride
unto the conflict and into the unforseen
For what lies ahead one can only dream
Go defend your place in time
Return and stake your claim
Onward with faith in their hands and night closing in
learning to gather the last moments to live
Reflections can't turn away
the anquish that cannot hide
Held by the perils of sin and forced from within
to venture beneath the sky
As they hear salvation call
deception commands them all
Unknown are ill-fated ways
that further desecrate
their minds the truth the honor
As they hear salvation call
deception commands them all
Led by a meciless lie
belief and demise are revealed
Gazing down to the ground below
an endless sea of endless foes
Once so far now plain to see
the sullen grip of reality
Rising forth from the light of day
the lonely souls cry out in vain
Shattered hope now felt inside
look to the heavens for compromise
One by one with will undone
the faithless minions embrace the enemy
and summon the passion for victory
Go defend your place in time
Return and stake your claim
Torn by the venemous pride and their sacrafice
Condemned to fade away
As they hear salvation call
deception commands them all
Unknown are ill-fated ways
that further desecrate
their minds the truth the honor
As they hear salvation call
deception commands them all
Led by a meciless lie
We've watched the clouds cry hand in hand.
An end to all things.
An embrace to ride the rising sun.
Momentary beauty all to brief.
Raced the evening stars and all their glory.
Loves conviction so transitory.
Betrayal.
And cup runneth over, its brim tainted with your
deception.
My heart pounds rhythms that break my ribs.
For a heart of love always forgives,
But a mind of vengeance never forgets.
Pick the scabs from my eyes.
The colors so vibrant that I am blind.
Shown beauty that never existed.
Angels with no faces. Fuck wings.
I've got arms to hold you.
All of you.
and i swear I'll never dream of flying again.
But who stole my optimism?
for the thieving hand will be cut.
It's lies long side my heart.
I suggest you wear thick gloves.
1000 ghost for the not yet deceased.
Next to them are visions of me.
Locked away, yet I possess the key.
I am the master of my own slavery.
the truth is so poisonous.
It's hatred disguised.
Sometimes the most comfortable bed is made with
virulent lies.
I would drown you in uncertainty, choking on your
tears.
Your grasp transcending the distance,
Now, Who the fuck are you to judge me?
Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can & can't do?
Can you repeat the feats I'm achieving to rhymes and beats
Or even conceive that I'll be competing still even when I'm deceased
Now beating me is easier than finding peace, But niggaz still criticize
my work and my lines and my shirt down to the size
In a world of scouring eyes, and words compounded by lies
The artistry of lyricism I epitomize
It's overwhelming, cause there's so much to say and so much to change
But for every rapper constantly bitching, I made a record that's honestly different
Just watch the world scoff in the distance, and cynic's bark in resistance
And still, in its wake, this archetype's bound to mimmicked
This is the new hip-hop, devoid of boundaries, gimmicks
Or rigid genres, with no apologies given
To solemnly sing aloud and then spit poly's without inhibition
In a world where courage is reprimanded, but cowardice isn't
The power to listen and learn, keeps me adaptive
A tribe fan that appreciated the classics
But damn if I'm trapped in the past, I act to surpass what they crafted
And still manage to travel the path on the maps that they drafted
And man, I'm rappin on behalf balance
The do it all MC, with the 2 long sleeves, and a passion for practical magic
A tap of the wand, and I'm graphic - another tap, I'm the fastest
You tap again, and I'm chanting on a piano ballad
The preconceived notions get shattered
Fuck mainstream & underground - is the shit any good? is what matters
Why categorize? There's wack and there's nice
So, I put all that to the side and reset the standard for any cat that just asks for a mic
So what that in mind, Them niggaz won't last after they've established their hype
While mine's only added, more than half of my life
And I'm last in a line of cats with divine talent - Don't ask for a sign
Answers will rise in the passage of time -
Cause I'm the Archetype
[Chorus]
Cause I'm the archetype. Original as they come
Ayo, they broke the fuckin mold when they made this one
Said I'm the archetype, cause there can only be one
In the endless turning
within the back of my mind
is a world I cannot ponder
Can there be a future
will the images die
my inner peace must pull me onward
If these visions remain any longer
constant thoughts and dreams will control my mind
From the unknown darkness
awakes a tell tale sign
of misery and unknown splendor
Tearing forth at feelings
reaping all that is mine
solitude is not the answer
From the moment that time left me standing
I felt an anger that burried my soul
Will the silence return as a traitor
or will this anger burn out of control
Contemplate Eviscerate
the mind and the body are one
Futurize Fantasize
the power of thought has become
This vision is all that I see
what will become of me
Take a walk with me I will show you fantasy
Come inside my mind I will teach you misery
Voyage through my eyes now you know what I see
Imminent demise what can I believe
Is there understanding
images darken thdarken the known
Ungodly Commanding
descend to a world down below
Crying and fearing and losing time
frightened by what I can't see
Endless are terrors I cannot define
eternal sight I now concede
Come and see the future
underneath the lies
come alone and do not wander
Through the deepest sorrow
to the darkest night
to the place that keeps my honor
From the moment that time left me standing
I felt an anger that burried my soul
Will the silence return as a traitor
or will this anger burn out of
Contemplate Eviscerate
the mind and the body are one
Futurize Fantasize
the power of thought has become
This vision is all that I see
Let go of anger and offer youself unto me
this night
I am the reason you fear the light
Summon the demon hide what you say
the pain is the answer and why you obey
There was a time when our faith was alive
saddened by truth we all must find a way
Give me your fallen hear them weep
watching and waiting for release
Feel the power I bestow
my untold desire is all you will know
This is the time when our faith must survive
gather your strength we rise at the break of day
It was just a forbidden lair
hands of time have taken us there
With this yearning resistance is born
to carry on
Foresaken dreamer condemn me and alter your fate
Fearful of torment my lies speak
wretched believers banish me
Hidden amongst them lying in wait
a painful reminder that I will create
This is the time when our faith must survive
gather your strength we rise at the break of day
It was just a forbidden lair
hands of time have taken us there
With this yearning resistance is born
Far beyond skies of grey
there lies a place kept away
a sanctuary from afar
It's here his thoughts come to pass
as memories that never last
drifting onward to the stars
Untouched was this lasting peace
concealed for centuries
until the moment they arrived
In time his soul will lay to rest
lost among the final breath
left to search on in the night
for new life
He must rise above
How can the silence go on anymore
as it crumbles to the ground
Masses corrupting this once sacred home
with the pleasures they found
No longer can he wear the disguise
or surrender to the fear
Reclaiming some meaning in life
that makes the harm disappear
Sail away into the winds of yesterday
Here escape is waiting with reality obscured
facing the uncertain to a point of no return
Now we must leave all the others behind
Let your spirit soar through space and beneath
Journey to salvation
return to a place where minds are free
One mind will lead as another
is left standing all alone
Many have yet to discover
the power of what he has known
Slowly rising soaring ahead
Seasons changing never again pretend to see
There at the dawning the when ages collide
he retreats to solitude
Drawn to uncover one lasting desire
to remain as one of the chosen few
Sail away into the winds of yesterday
Here escape is waiting with reality obscured
facing the uncertain to a point of no return
Now we must leave all the others behind
Let your spirit soar through space and beneath
Journey to salvation
return to a place where minds are free
One mind will lead as another
is left standing all alone
Many have yet to discover
Father oh father where were you?
When I needed you
Where were you?
You turned away from the decisions once made
Now it's time to face the facts
Because we won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop until we're dead
You will never be half the man
That I've grown to be
You'll never see
What I've seen
You'll feel the way you make me feel
This is the end of the line
This is where we part ways
So walk on water or drown
Because tonight you're sleeping with the fishes
Maybe next time you will think before you act
You'll never be half the man that I have grown to be
You'll never see what I've seen
You'll feel the way you make me feel
A lonely silence has touched the ground
where innocence once felt the sky
In a shadow of a heart gone cold
he pauses and waits for a sign
while sadness and fate pass him by
Through the darkness a voice cries out
and ressurects a life within
Seeking freedom from fear and doubt
a sentence of living with sin
shall fall and a new life begin
Straight into the dawn
the mystery is gone
a vengefull spirit rises free
Speak to me I am not afraid
Hear me I am the truth
I am the one who is destined forever
The stars and the sun will guide me to the sea
The wind is screaming
he claws at the night
The smell of fear is carried in the air
Relentless unfeeling
the pain is in his sight
His vengeance the only care
On and on into tomorrow
a quest into eternity
His spirit portrays everlasting desire
to bring mankind down
On and on into tomorrow
'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha,
'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann!
'S a' chomunn ghrinn a b'fhearr leinn
'S mur a till thu nall do 'n tir so,
Mo thoil-inntinn bidh air chall.
'S a' chomunn ghrinn a b'fhearr leinn
Fhad's bhios i gluasad sios le fuaim,
Dh'innis iad gu'n d'thug thu fuath dhomh,
Ach cha chreid mi, luaidh, an cainnt.
'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha,
'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann!
'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha,
'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann!
Youth whose hair is golden yellow
You will bag the deer when hunting
On your cheeks the colour's rising
When you tramp across the hills
When you climb up to the tall crags
With your slender trusty weapon
Then your blue lead and gun powder
Scatter smoke among the glens
The hills and dales most beautiful to us
are the hills and dales of the Braes (Margaree),
where we often sang
sweet melodies in the friendly company we liked best.
There is no place today, under the sun,
where I would prefer to live
in the Braes of the river
amongst the heroes who were wont
to sing Gaelic songs.
Sweet to me is the music of the great river
as long as it contiues to course to the sea
I will never hate the Braes.
It is showing in my cheeks now
That my truest love I gave you
They are saying that you hate me
But I don't believe their talk.
A falling mist surrounds the horizon
as a chilling sight disrupts my stare
There before me a wickedness arises
drawing me ever closer to it's lair
Down beneath this realm of peace
fall down and pray lest you be enslaved
Now as shadows take hold of me
they're longing to be free of any earthly desire
Calling out the enemy knows my name
as it proclaims we hide... inside your dreams
Each passing moment brings panic down around me
unveiling the threat of eternal rest
The sound of laughter with the images approaching
confirms they will rid me of my breath
Now as shadows take hold of me
they're longing to be free of any earthly desire
Calling out the enemy knows my name
as it proclaims we hide... inside your dreams
Inside subconscious there is nothing there
but it all seems so real
Caught in the grasp of reverie
there is one chance to be saved
Put hope aside and follow me
let it be known there's a way... out
When all of nightime is covered with suspicion
and no one knows what lies ahead
Only then do the images awaken
and prey upon our innocence
Down beneath this realm of peace
fall down and pray lest you be enslaved
Now as shadows take hold of me
they're longing to be free of any earthly desire
Calling out the enemy knows my name
Out of temptation A new age is dawning
the helpless sinners will follow until the end
Captured by regret and humbled by triumph
their solemn hearts together shall repent
See the day behold the tragedy
Be not afraid and find what is meant to be
Anger remains and falters endlessly
Keep me from falling into dissension's wake
With this knowledge I pray for a sign
distant lights are fading into memories
Once a sinner who beckoned the night
now a savior with secrets kept inside of me
Holding the answers and begging for hope
sands of time have fallen and cannot return
Reaching out to embrace the new day
finding strength and the will to not betray
Lead me on show me where I belong
Relive let it begin
Commense the feelings within
Transform the words for a while
Believe reconcile
Into redemption the future is calling
to hide the truth and see beyond the past
Light begins shining and faith realigning
this world of freedom remains forever vast
See the day behold the tragedy
Be not afraid and find what is meant to be
Anger remains and falters endlessly
Gone today without a whisper
set forth to claim a life lost so many years ago
In silence he stares at the sky
and waits for a moment of mercy
The vision that stands by his side
is calling on forces within to reach out alone
Sworn to be remembered for the promise he made to keep
Fearful of any encounters as they may darken and invade his destiny
Captured by fear in the dead of night watching shadows cross the gound
Hiding beneath the dim moonlight they speak without a sound
I can see why others would never want to dream
Take my hand and I will make you believe
your time is near
The memories arise
reliving the moment when her spirit dies
A portait burned inside his mind
so many years ago
And still he wanders on
through days of exile leaving fate undone
until the time when all can be taken down
Where the fires are burning
where the innocent fell
Forced to the edge by a vastness of fury
trading heaven for a glimpse of hell
Now that the time has come to relinquish
there's no more sorrow to bare
Resurrecting the ageless emotion
leading onward into this despair
Possessed by an image where two souls unite
destined to seek and avenge
Falling through sorrow concealed in the night
when does it finally end
Take my hand and I'll lead you onward
to a land so far away
I alone am the one you follow
the only one who sees your pain
Her fading image is out there waiting
a hearts desire so incomplete
As a savior I make this offer
to walk on water to set you free
Take my dreams
I shall believe
Years lost in exile have taken their last
her fading image found
Within an instant the forces strike them down
Where the fires are burning
where the innocent once fell
Forced to the edge by a vastness of fury
trading heaven for a glimpse of hell
Posessed by an image where two souls unite
destined to seek and avenge
Rising from darkness to conquer the night
Hide away
the warnings are falling into place
the time has come
I hold on to the last hope
unaware what the mysteries have meant
Now I see the secrets revealed and understand
our premonitions descend
On that day
the skies will darken with rage
beware the signs
I seek shelter in the night
and run from damnations arrival
No promise of a future in sight
with knowledge of mankinds denial
A challenge awaits us to stand the test of time
foretold are the warnings to never cross the line
Let go of your instincts and just as before
we'll rise from the ashes of this world reborn...
See the way that tomorrow is fading
feel the weight of the shroud sent down from above
Ask not forgiveness as the future is changing
we'll all pay the price when our days are done
I just can't believe why so many were chosen
to suffer the fate meant for so few
Open your eyes and pray that tomorrow
is your dying day the day we all lose
Passing on
the final prophecy has come
the end remains
I'm searching for the answers
crying out for what man cannot see
Unable to realize our premonitions
are destiny
A challenge awaits us to stand the test of time
foretold are the warnings to never cross the line
Let go of your instincts and just as before
You must never forget
The essence of your spark
All of that which defines you
Is the essence of your blood
The infection has been removed
The soul of this machine has improved
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Someone real
This is real
What you wish to be
You must never forget
To modernize performance
Malignancies on the system
Will handicap slow up and rust
The infection has been removed
The soul of this machine has improved
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Someone real
This is real
What you wish to be
Fuck!
Can you see
Can you see
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see
Someone real
This is real
What you wish to be
Villian
Who are you,what are you,how can you LIVE!
Run like a child,try to hide from the truth,did you forget you are human,life
Wont forgive you
NEVER!
Spit up a mouthful of shit you expect us to buy,its just another lie
Its so clear to everyone,everyone but you
Open and shut,you can run but you can't hide
God will spit you out
Your days are numbered!