brinstar wrote:don't fall for his satire horendus
Perhaps you should look up the word "satire" on dictionary.com. I assure you I do not talk in satirical terms when talking about Tool.
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brinstar wrote:don't fall for his satire horendus
Mindia wrote:"I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Things like....
"Fuck yourself,
kill yourself,
you piece of shit."
People tell me what to say,
what to think ,
and what to play.
I say...
"Go fuck yourself,
you piece of shit.
Why don't you go kill yourself?"
Just kidding."
Arlos wrote:One of my favorite Tool songs
Schism
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers
Nothing mysterious about those lyrics, unless you consider the concept that communication is all-important in relationships; and the lack thereof can destroy them to be something mysterious.
-Arlos
lyion wrote:I'm sure you've heard many tool songs, Vaelie.
Download Sober and 46 and 2. They are very much like a lot of the uber bands from the early 90s, like Alice in Chains and others, cept still around and not ODed
Yamori wrote:Am I the only one that doesn't like words in songs at all? (Unless they're foreign language and you have no idea wtf they're really saying). It takes away from the MUSIC part of the music imo. 0.o
Mindia wrote:I don't like lyrics that represent a position that goes against my beliefs and value system.
Araby wrote:Mindia wrote:I don't like lyrics that represent a position that goes against my beliefs and value system.
Or anything at all for that matter, right Mindia??
I forgot what this thread was originally about. Oh-bad country.
...I should play GOD
and shoot you myself.
I'm very tired of waiting.
I should
kick you,
beat you,
fuck you,
and then shoot you in your fucking head.
...Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
and your lies.
I had a friend once he took some acid
Now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
Kinda smells kinda cool kinda funny anyway
satan, satan, satan...
I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
Tried to marry me and every one in the room
He was sort of loving kinda caring,
kinda tried to fuck my lazy boy
It got a bit messy all over the curtains,
arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting
satan, satan, satan...
Prison Sex
It took so long to remember just what happened.
I was so young and vestal then,
you know it hurt me,
but I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
even if signs seem to tell me otherwise.
I've got my hands bound,
my head down, my eyes closed,
and my throat wide open.
And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah? Thank you Jesus.
Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin lie.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fuckin lie.
You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.
Come down.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies. [sic]
Goodbye...
Mindia wrote:...Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
and your lies.
I will refrain from using descriptors that first come to mind when I see or hear STOOL lyrics.
Yamori wrote:Am I the only one that doesn't like words in songs at all? (Unless they're foreign language and you have no idea wtf they're really saying). It takes away from the MUSIC part of the music imo. 0.o
Mindia wrote:I just spent about a half hour or so reading lyrics written by MAYNARD himself, and all I can say about him is that he is just an overgrown child. Very immature, very irrational, and very vulgar. But most of all... very immature. Their fan base follows suit.
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