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There's so many, I would end up quoting entire songs....close to entire albums //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/frown.gif.a3531fa0534503350665a1e957861287.gif
"Under a dead Ohio sky,
Eleven has been and will be waiting
defending his light and wondering...
where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
I'm..so glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading,
home. "
that entire song gives me chills
Eleven has been and will be waiting
defending his light and wondering...
where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
I'm..so glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading,
home. "
that entire song gives me chills
But, here's some of my favorites:
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.
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
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...
Of what it means to be alive
over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
I find that I can see a light at the end down
beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all?
What was it like to see the face of your own stability suddenly look away leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses.
And then, ofcourse, the one that has graced my sig so many times;
Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
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.
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.
Is this a test?
It has to be. Otherwise I can't go on.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along this tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
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...
Of what it means to be alive
over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
I find that I can see a light at the end down
beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I Concede and move closer. I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me if I really don't feel anything at all?
What was it like to see the face of your own stability suddenly look away leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all those gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuck your short memory. Fuck smiley glad-hands With hidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses.
And then, ofcourse, the one that has graced my sig so many times;
Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
By the way, I was screwing around on Amazon a while ago and found this, thought it was interesting:
http://www.vanillacircus.net/book/tool_book.pdf
http://www.vanillacircus.net/book/tool_book.pdf
GrayMatter4tw
10+ year member
One louder
Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
What you need is someone strong to use you..
Like me,
Like me.
If you want to get your soul to heaven,
Trust in me .
Dont judge or question.
You are broken now ,
But faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.
My gods will
Becomes me.
When he speaks out,
He speaks through me.
He has needs
Like I do.
We both want
To **** you.
Jesus christ, why dont you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
And your lies.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
What you need is someone strong to use you..
Like me,
Like me.
If you want to get your soul to heaven,
Trust in me .
Dont judge or question.
You are broken now ,
But faith can heal you.
Just do everything I tell you to do.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow.
Let me lay my holy hand upon you.
My gods will
Becomes me.
When he speaks out,
He speaks through me.
He has needs
Like I do.
We both want
To **** you.
Jesus christ, why dont you come save my life.
Open my eyes and blind me with your light
And your lies.
GrayMatter4tw
10+ year member
One louder
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
GrayMatter4tw
10+ year member
One louder
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cause
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid shit.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cause
I sure could use a vacation from this
Stupid shit.
GrayMatter4tw
10+ year member
One louder
I must arm myself to fight you
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
by making weapons out of my imperfections.
bigbangtheory
5,000+ posts
CarAudio.com Veteran
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.
bigbangtheory
5,000+ posts
CarAudio.com Veteran
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 the math enough to know the dangers of a 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
between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a 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
between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.
GrnEydDvl
10+ year member
Registered User
Very cool. Thank you.
Have any of you heard the Six String Quartet renditions of Tool? Definitely worth a listen. I have mp3s of some of them if you want to check them out.
GrayMatter4tw
10+ year member
One louder
It's no fun til someone dies
GrayMatter4tw
10+ year member
One louder
Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!
The ET revealed to me his singular purpose. He said:
"You are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who should choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." Me, the chosen one? They chose me? And I didn't even graduate from fucking high school.
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be, the one.
Born to bear and write you all the details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen.
I like Rosetta Stoned for some reason.
"You are the chosen one. The one who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who should choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." Me, the chosen one? They chose me? And I didn't even graduate from fucking high school.
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be, the one.
Born to bear and write you all the details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen.
I like Rosetta Stoned for some reason.
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