| Tool – The Grudge Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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This record is a ritual process in my interpretation. It begins with a cleansing sacrifice to move on to the next step. In Alchemy, the practitioner's goal is always to transmutate something worthless like led into gold (albiet that is a pretty basic view) And this song is asking you to find one of those pieces of led in your life in the form of a grudge. It begs that you identify it (clutch it like a corner stone) then asks you to see it in the bigger picture. What good is this grudge doing you in your life. How many missed opportunities or lost friendships has it cost you. "Wear the grudge like a crown, negativity, calculate what we will, will not tolerate desperate to control, all and everything" This is the kind of broken thinking we can fall prey too when fixating on a grudge. But for the ritual to move foreword, a sacrifice needs to be made. "Give away the stone, let the waters kiss and transmutate these leded grudges into gold" Now, I don't care if you follow the same spiritual path that I do, this is a wonderful exercise for anyone, Listen to this point with your eyes closed, focus on a grudge. Something specific. Maybe not even a grudge, but something you need to move on from. Now, try to imagine an object two wrap that feeling, action, grudge, into an object or symbol of some sort. Imagine a large etherial space where you can hold it up in the palm of your hand (around the 6:00min mark) Keep your hand extended and imagine this grudge being sandblasted by the sound. And as they chant "Let Go" imagine that led symbol becoming something golden and usable. You first must really want make this work though. And be willing to let go. |
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| Tool – Schism Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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This is a pretty strait forward piece If you have ever been in the situation before. When you can't seem to come to any sort of agreement with a loved one and it tears you apart. You can see the series of events that lead up to the situation at hand, but you can't change them. You watch yourself fit into the puzzle and start pointing the finger and blaming the other. You watch your communication start to "mildew and smolder" as you have lost touch with how to be open and honest with each other. You resent each other as well as yourslefs because you see you are doing the same. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy sense of compassion Growing cold and bitter. This is when you begin to establish a rot in the foundation of your relationship. From here on out we are "Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication" |
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| Tool – Schism Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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This is a pretty strait forward piece If you have ever been in the situation before. When you can't seem to come to any sort of agreement with a loved one and it tears you apart. You can see the series of events that lead up to the situation at hand, but you can't change them. You watch yourself fit into the puzzle and start pointing the finger and blaming the other. You watch your communication start to "mildew and smolder" as you have lost touch with how to be open and honest with each other. You resent each other as well as yourslefs because you see you are doing the same. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy sense of compassion Growing cold and bitter. This is when you begin to establish a rot in the foundation of your relationship. From here on out we are "Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication" |
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| Tool – Schism Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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This is a pretty strait forward piece If you have ever been in the situation before. When you can't seem to come to any sort of agreement with a loved one and it tears you apart. You can see the series of events that lead up to the situation at hand, but you can't change them. You watch yourself fit into the puzzle and start pointing the finger and blaming the other. You watch your communication start to "mildew and smolder" as you have lost touch with how to be open and honest with each other. You resent each other as well as yourslefs because you see you are doing the same. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy sense of compassion Growing cold and bitter. This is when you begin to establish a rot in the foundation of your relationship. From here on out we are "Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication" |
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| Tool – Disposition Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| In my mind you can't look at any one piece of this album without considering the whole. There are alot of theories on hidden occult intents. I personally think this record is a ground up ritual for evoking a higher for of self or invoking a "godform" if you will. The record builds in intensity until it eaves out for Laterals. I don't know about you, but I feel like I have had my soul scoured by this point in the record. Now it is time to take a breath and take stock of what has changed in you. And a time to brush off concerns and those nagging things in the back of your mind. Lets not focus on the past but instead, lets get lost in the beauty of the rainstorm after the hurricane. Lets brush asid those things that are less than optimistic and brazenly become mesmerized by the simple things. | |
| Tool – Pushit (Live) Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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I've been creepin around this sight a bit and decided to give you my interpretation of this song, It's gonna be pretty long, but maybe someone will find it useful and avoid the situation he is singing about. I've been married to an amazing woman for 8 years and never regretted it once. We used to eat mushrooms and listen to this song (among many other tool songs, but this one really stood out) Being a guitarist, I never paid much attention to lyrics. Little did I know we would be playing this situation out. About 5 years ago my band started playing shows and doing little mini tours across the country. Meanwhile, my marriage was crumbling slowly. There were things that we couldn't see eye to eye on. In retrospect, I was scared by it. I started to move away from my wife emotionally. I couldn't take her on the road with me when we would make trips to other states. It hurt her, and all I could see was she wasn't being supportive. That was a crock of shit. So when I "saw that gap" I "managed to push myself away" and her as well. The gap scared me, I didn't want to admit it. I masked it with whiskey. I became a terriable drunk. I would get angry for no reason and just scream at her. Now, at the same time, the good times outweighed the bad, but it still cracked the foundation. A situation arose with her ex who had just moved back. I had been reassured over and over and over that everything was ok. But I later found out that they were having an "emotional affair" on the side. It crushed me. I told her I forgave her. But I still harbored a grudge in my heart that lead to so much mental abuse. I disrespected her in every way. It changed her and no matter how hard I tried to make things right and rectify the situation, I couldn't get her back. We had grown so far apart. She had grown so cold. When she grew cold, I grew angry. These were like armor for us. The venerable parts of us were hiding inside these shells. We got to the point where we wouldn't communicate when we were hurt by something, so we wouldn't have to go through a barn burner of a fight. We would make sure we had absoultly experienced enough to justify the fight and let months of problems come out at once. THat would drive us back into our shells. To me, that is what it means to "Take care not to make me enter, If I do we both may dissappear." I tried to accept things the way they were. Accept that I was now married to a stranger. That led to much more problems. "I will choke until I swollow." I realized that we were judging each other for the same behavior that we were each guilty for. Last week when I listened to this song again I understood. "who are you but my reflection, who am I to judge or strike you down" Now, at this time, it was all just subtle. Things were still more good than bad. They weren't intense. THe music fits perfectly.I can see how all the events played out through the movements of the music. But just like the song, we moved into a more foreboding period. I began to contemplate suicide. I was so lonely sitting in the same room as her. I felt like she ment to slowly drive me to that point. "rest you trigger on my finger" translates to that and a few more meanings for me. It never mentions which way the gun is pointed. I tried everything I could do to rectify things and close the gap. "bang my head upon the faultline" to me referrs to the time I spent beating myself up over why I couldn't change things or make them better. The fault line is the crack in our foundation that I had no idea where it had come from. But love was never lacking. It was never a matter of not caring enough. It got to the point that the only time we could make a connection and feel anything was when we were angry at eachother. We were still intimate and that gave us brief moments of peace. "you still love me...you didn't mean to shit on me...I feel alive when you touch me...I feel alive when you hold me down again." Then we would find ourselves "slippin back into the gap again." I ended up quiting the band (more or less) to try to be a better husband. I began DJing instead. It was something I could do to create and make my own decisions on. But things were still bad. So, I quit drinking. It wasn't hard. I just did it. I felt like a mayrter though. Things got peaceful for a while. But so many times I would find myself saying "I just want my wife back" I didn't know why I would say that. She was right there. There were so many times when one of us would put ourselfs out there and be venerable and the other would start throwing daggers. I thought it was only me trying at the time. But she was too. Things got more crazy and out of control. Drugs were everpresent. Acid, extacy, mushrooms, opiates, coke. We made a friend (who became my best friend for a while) that hooked us up constantly with crazy shit. He eventually went to jail for a few months. And my wife started going overboard with the opiates. When I looked at her I just saw a junkie. I wasn't any kind of saint. But when I hear this song, this is the period where things start to get a little more heated and intense. It got more so until I put my fist down and said I wanted the drugs out of the house. That sparked an arguement that there could be no agreement made on. That next day we were on our way to denver for a marriage encounters weekend. We came back a whole couple again with a few misconseptions. But the peace only lasted 2 days. I started drinking because I thought I wouldn't be tempted to go overboard and hurt her anymore. WRONG> I dissappeared from the bar with a female friend while we went out looking for a party. We got lost in the country. Cell phones both dead. At one point we ended up on a golf cource driving around looking for an exit. We ended up 30 miles away by the town where this girl lived. I crashed on her couch and she took me back in the morning. I still can't ask my wife to believe me that nothing happened. I know what it looked like. But that is where we started to put each other where we didn't want to be. My wife didn't do anything to deserve a night of frantic calls wondering if I was in a ditch or in some other girl. I didn't mean to put her there either. I just made some terriable decisions. We both got suicidal. Or at least I did. It was a scary time. Many times I ended up with a 9mm in my hand. I scared myself. "Never want to see that place again." This part is where things got intense for us. My "best friend" got out of jail soon after we started to get things worked out. He was supposed to stay for a week or two, but four months later he was still here. Things were ok though, until I got suspended from work for a few weeks. We had to use the last of my money to buy some MDMA to sell so we could make ends meet. Things derailed there. We got greedy. I ended up doing things I swore to myself I would never do. We got greedy. And one day at work I realized that this was all wrong. In the end I had a gut feeling that something was wrong. I set an alarm for 330 in the morning and come down to find my wife making out with my friend. THey had been sleeping together for a week. I found myself trying to forgive. We tried to work it out. I felt so low. No self esteem. I didn't know if I could ever forgive that betrayal. I felt like a fool for staying. "If when I say I might feel like a sigh if I stay..." Almost a month later things came to a head. I couldn't get that image out of my head. And I just kept taking little jabs at her over it. We found out later that it was all about survival. She had put up that cold uncareing exterior so as not to get hurt. I took jabs and hid behind this godlike judgemental mask so I wouldn't have to let myself get hurt. "staring down the hole again, survival is my only friend, terrified of what may come." That part of the song was the night we went to counceling and ended up locked in a room for 3 hours venting and screaming at eachother. We gave up on being polite and afraid of telling each other how we felt. We explained to one another how fearful we were of the other. "there's no love in fear." But we almost destroyed ourselfs and one another. We both finally took the high road at the same time and worked things out. A few days later we ate some mushrooms together for the first time in several years. This song came on and we both lost it. We listened to the lyrics to this song that was so special to us and we saw the last 5 years play out and evolve through the lyrics and flows and ebbs of the music. And we both realized how narrowly we escaped the last 2 lines of the song. And in the end, holding eachother and crying and tripping our faces off, there was the four members of tool clapping for us like they applaude the crowed at the end of every show. I hope that wasn't too long. And I hope maybe someone will read this and see this song for the masterpiece it is. And heed his words. Please don't let this happen to you like I let it happen to me. Just take it for what it's worth. This is just what this song is to me. |
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| Tool – Pushit (Live) Lyrics | 12 years ago |
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I've been creepin around this sight a bit and decided to give you my interpretation of this song, It's gonna be pretty long, but maybe someone will find it useful and avoid the situation he is singing about. I've been married to an amazing woman for 8 years and never regretted it once. We used to eat mushrooms and listen to this song (among many other tool songs, but this one really stood out) Being a guitarist, I never paid much attention to lyrics. Little did I know we would be playing this situation out. About 5 years ago my band started playing shows and doing little mini tours across the country. Meanwhile, my marriage was crumbling slowly. There were things that we couldn't see eye to eye on. In retrospect, I was scared by it. I started to move away from my wife emotionally. I couldn't take her on the road with me when we would make trips to other states. It hurt her, and all I could see was she wasn't being supportive. That was a crock of shit. So when I "saw that gap" I "managed to push myself away" and her as well. The gap scared me, I didn't want to admit it. I masked it with whiskey. I became a terriable drunk. I would get angry for no reason and just scream at her. Now, at the same time, the good times outweighed the bad, but it still cracked the foundation. A situation arose with her ex who had just moved back. I had been reassured over and over and over that everything was ok. But I later found out that they were having an "emotional affair" on the side. It crushed me. I told her I forgave her. But I still harbored a grudge in my heart that lead to so much mental abuse. I disrespected her in every way. It changed her and no matter how hard I tried to make things right and rectify the situation, I couldn't get her back. We had grown so far apart. She had grown so cold. When she grew cold, I grew angry. These were like armor for us. The venerable parts of us were hiding inside these shells. We got to the point where we wouldn't communicate when we were hurt by something, so we wouldn't have to go through a barn burner of a fight. We would make sure we had absoultly experienced enough to justify the fight and let months of problems come out at once. THat would drive us back into our shells. To me, that is what it means to "Take care not to make me enter, If I do we both may dissappear." I tried to accept things the way they were. Accept that I was now married to a stranger. That led to much more problems. "I will choke until I swollow." I realized that we were judging each other for the same behavior that we were each guilty for. Last week when I listened to this song again I understood. "who are you but my reflection, who am I to judge or strike you down" Now, at this time, it was all just subtle. Things were still more good than bad. They weren't intense. THe music fits perfectly.I can see how all the events played out through the movements of the music. But just like the song, we moved into a more foreboding period. I began to contemplate suicide. I was so lonely sitting in the same room as her. I felt like she ment to slowly drive me to that point. "rest you trigger on my finger" translates to that and a few more meanings for me. It never mentions which way the gun is pointed. I tried everything I could do to rectify things and close the gap. "bang my head upon the faultline" to me referrs to the time I spent beating myself up over why I couldn't change things or make them better. The fault line is the crack in our foundation that I had no idea where it had come from. But love was never lacking. It was never a matter of not caring enough. It got to the point that the only time we could make a connection and feel anything was when we were angry at eachother. We were still intimate and that gave us brief moments of peace. "you still love me...you didn't mean to shit on me...I feel alive when you touch me...I feel alive when you hold me down again." Then we would find ourselves "slippin back into the gap again." I ended up quiting the band (more or less) to try to be a better husband. I began DJing instead. It was something I could do to create and make my own decisions on. But things were still bad. So, I quit drinking. It wasn't hard. I just did it. I felt like a mayrter though. Things got peaceful for a while. But so many times I would find myself saying "I just want my wife back" I didn't know why I would say that. She was right there. There were so many times when one of us would put ourselfs out there and be venerable and the other would start throwing daggers. I thought it was only me trying at the time. But she was too. Things got more crazy and out of control. Drugs were everpresent. Acid, extacy, mushrooms, opiates, coke. We made a friend (who became my best friend for a while) that hooked us up constantly with crazy shit. He eventually went to jail for a few months. And my wife started going overboard with the opiates. When I looked at her I just saw a junkie. I wasn't any kind of saint. But when I hear this song, this is the period where things start to get a little more heated and intense. It got more so until I put my fist down and said I wanted the drugs out of the house. That sparked an arguement that there could be no agreement made on. That next day we were on our way to denver for a marriage encounters weekend. We came back a whole couple again with a few misconseptions. But the peace only lasted 2 days. I started drinking because I thought I wouldn't be tempted to go overboard and hurt her anymore. WRONG> I dissappeared from the bar with a female friend while we went out looking for a party. We got lost in the country. Cell phones both dead. At one point we ended up on a golf cource driving around looking for an exit. We ended up 30 miles away by the town where this girl lived. I crashed on her couch and she took me back in the morning. I still can't ask my wife to believe me that nothing happened. I know what it looked like. But that is where we started to put each other where we didn't want to be. My wife didn't do anything to deserve a night of frantic calls wondering if I was in a ditch or in some other girl. I didn't mean to put her there either. I just made some terriable decisions. We both got suicidal. Or at least I did. It was a scary time. Many times I ended up with a 9mm in my hand. I scared myself. "Never want to see that place again." This part is where things got intense for us. My "best friend" got out of jail soon after we started to get things worked out. He was supposed to stay for a week or two, but four months later he was still here. Things were ok though, until I got suspended from work for a few weeks. We had to use the last of my money to buy some MDMA to sell so we could make ends meet. Things derailed there. We got greedy. I ended up doing things I swore to myself I would never do. We got greedy. And one day at work I realized that this was all wrong. In the end I had a gut feeling that something was wrong. I set an alarm for 330 in the morning and come down to find my wife making out with my friend. THey had been sleeping together for a week. I found myself trying to forgive. We tried to work it out. I felt so low. No self esteem. I didn't know if I could ever forgive that betrayal. I felt like a fool for staying. "If when I say I might feel like a sigh if I stay..." Almost a month later things came to a head. I couldn't get that image out of my head. And I just kept taking little jabs at her over it. We found out later that it was all about survival. She had put up that cold uncareing exterior so as not to get hurt. I took jabs and hid behind this godlike judgemental mask so I wouldn't have to let myself get hurt. "staring down the hole again, survival is my only friend, terrified of what may come." That part of the song was the night we went to counceling and ended up locked in a room for 3 hours venting and screaming at eachother. We gave up on being polite and afraid of telling each other how we felt. We explained to one another how fearful we were of the other. "there's no love in fear." But we almost destroyed ourselfs and one another. We both finally took the high road at the same time and worked things out. A few days later we ate some mushrooms together for the first time in several years. This song came on and we both lost it. We listened to the lyrics to this song that was so special to us and we saw the last 5 years play out and evolve through the lyrics and flows and ebbs of the music. And we both realized how narrowly we escaped the last 2 lines of the song. And in the end, holding eachother and crying and tripping our faces off, there was the four members of tool clapping for us like they applaude the crowed at the end of every show. I hope that wasn't too long. And I hope maybe someone will read this and see this song for the masterpiece it is. And heed his words. Please don't let this happen to you like I let it happen to me. Just take it for what it's worth. This is just what this song is to me. |
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