UBER 1337 Poster Rep: 4  Joined: 02 Apr 2006 Posts: 1,511 OFFLINE | Every step of my slow arduous path to, hopeful, enlightenment. Every twist in my life in the last 11 years has been ghosted by James Maynard Keenan and the boys in Tool. If not for his complex and esoteric/metaphysical topics, which over time have led to THIS album and the spiritualality of it. I would never be posting here or thinking the thoughts I do. So here I share why I love Tool, A Perfect Circle and Maynard.
James R LeClair
10,000 Days (Wings Part 2) - Tool
We listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we’ll rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Fading all the trials and the tribulations,
None of us have actually been there,
Not like you...
The ignorant FLIPPANTS in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy,
Spare me...
None of them CAN even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choices, hypocrites
Won’t see
But enough about the collective judas
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
A VITAL piece of the divine
This little light of mine it gives your past unto me,
I’M GONNA let it shine,
to guide you safely on your way
Your way home...
Ohh, what are they gonna do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?
HIGH IS THE WAY
BUT OUR EYES ARE UPON the ground.
You are the light and the way
They’ll only read about
I only pray heaven knows
When to lift you out
10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You’re going home...
You’re the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
“I have come home now!"
Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
“It’s time now!
My time now!
Give me my
Give me my wings!"...
Give me my (x5)
“Give me my wings”
You are the light, the way, that they will only read about
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon non-believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, her condition won.
Daylight dims leaving cool flourescence.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion:
Should you see your maker’s face tonight
Look him in the eye
Look him in the eye and tell him
I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one
Hallejullah,
It’s time for you to bring me home.
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"The Problem with the English language is that it is as pure as a crib-house whore. It not only borrows words from other languages; it has chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary." |
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