Album: Aenima
Year: 1996
Lyrics:
Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
but I would not want you
any other way.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can this mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
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Thursday, August 2, 2007
Tool - The Pot
Album: 10,000 Days
Year: 2006
Lyrics:
Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been out your head
Eyehole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead
Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around
You must have been high
Foot in mouth and head up ass, so whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,
You must have been so high
Steal or borrow, reaper, savior, shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must have been high!
Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it
Eye balls deep in muddy waters
F**kin' hypocrite
[Pot lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me. What's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must've been...
So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind
Weepin' shades of indigo
Shed without a reason *
Weepin' shades of indigo
Liar, lawyer - mirror, for you what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government.
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye, eye
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must've been high!
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your balls deep in muddy waters
Ganja police,
You must have been out your mind
Year: 2006
Lyrics:
Who are you to wave your finger?
You must have been out your head
Eyehole deep in muddy waters
You practically raised the dead
Rob the grave to snow the cradle
Then burn the evidence down
Soapbox house of cards and glass so
Don't go tossin' your stones around
You must have been high
Foot in mouth and head up ass, so whatcha talkin' 'bout?
Difficult to dance 'round this one
'til you pull it out. boy,
You must have been so high
Steal or borrow, reaper, savior, shady inference
Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must have been high!
Who are you to wave your finger?
So full of it
Eye balls deep in muddy waters
F**kin' hypocrite
[Pot lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me. What's the difference?
Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must've been...
So who are you to wave your finger?
Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?
You must have been out your mind
Weepin' shades of indigo
Shed without a reason *
Weepin' shades of indigo
Liar, lawyer - mirror, for you what's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned. He's guilty as the government.
Now you're weeping shades of chosen indigo
(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye, eye
Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.
You must've been high!
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters
Your balls deep in muddy waters
Ganja police,
You must have been out your mind
Tool - Vicarious
Album: 10,000 Days
Year: 2006
Lyrics:
Eye on the TV
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor
It happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea
and kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story.
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds up her child,
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?!"
Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit,
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write as the stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
[Vicarious lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we
Just admit it
Blood like rain, come down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmitter
Synched to the death rattle...
La, la, la, la, la, la,la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes it give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
Year: 2006
Lyrics:
Eye on the TV
Cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor
It happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband"
"Drowned by the ocean"
"Shot by his own son"
"She used a poison in his tea
and kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story.
It's no fun 'til someone dies
Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds up her child,
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?!"
Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit,
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write as the stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
[Vicarious lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we
Just admit it
Blood like rain, come down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmitter
Synched to the death rattle...
La, la, la, la, la, la,la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out
Your head believes it give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire
Vicariously, I
Live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
Tool - Parabola
Album: Lateralus
Year: 2001
Lyrics:
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion.
Year: 2001
Lyrics:
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment,
We are choosing to be here right now. Hold on, stay inside
This holy reality, this holy experience.
Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Alive, I
In this holy reality, in this holy experience. Choosing to be here in
This body. This body holding me. Be my reminder here that I am not alone in
This body, this body holding me, feeling eternal
All this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable.
Spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment. Remember. we are eternal.
all this pain is an illusion.
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