| Tool – Triad Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Paradox pretty much has it. The meaning doesn't have to have lyrics though, its what goes on. The first part has a simple repetition then the guitar starts playing chords. After a minute the guitar goes back and the drum starts switching around. Then, again, after another minute the drum goes back to original, and bass playing changes. Then after a minute it goes back to normal. Then, all the instruments play what they were playing when they changed the repetition. Triad, infact is the "Guitar, Bass, and Drum" but it shows the technical playing of Tool's style. |
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| Tool – Rosetta Stoned Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Hey, its too. They're songs are the hardest to figure out. >>' I think ToolMusik or something on page 1 is right. >>; sounds good for me. |
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| Tool – Rosetta Stoned Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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The Rosetta Stone is an archeological artifact of carved granite found in Egypt. The tablet was used as a key to decipher Egyptian hieroglyphs; its name was also used as a nom de plume for children's author Dr. Seuss. - Wikipedia |
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| Head Automatica – Graduation Day Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| I'm not. I've heard this song tune before. Its exactly like another song. Have they said anything about copying another song. | |
| Body Count – Cop Killer Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Fucking fuzz. You can't stop the message. Everyone knows about police brutality. |
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| Tool – Rosetta Stoned Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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17 May, 2006 (11:05am) LOST KEYS (BLAME HOFMANN) & ROSETTA STONED EMAIL SUBJECT: YOU AND ROSETTA STONED Q: "...Are you the 'protagonist' that is featured in the song Rosetta Stoned? Were you the inspiration for this song, or is it some other?" And... SUBJECT: ROSETTA STONED TRIP: Q: "I don't know why but I had the urge to ask you about Rosetta Stoned, obviously the song in 10,000 Days. Was the character in the song you at one point on your life? Maybe eating Krispy-Kremes along side the old silver Coleman??? Whoever that was, sitting outside their 'need to know post' had one hell of a night in that story. If it's not you then just say so." A: Since the late 1980s, on some fifty plus trips to the area in question (the one that is 130 miles north of Las Vegas), along with Danny Carey, I have been detained, searched at gunpoint, questioned, and severely fined (but not killed ? I'm fairly certain, but one never knows when it comes to black ops) for 'accidentally' penetrating the Restricted Zone. I have been issued (along with Danny) papers from the Installation Commander instructing me to never again trespass on the nonexistent military facility. I have a nom de plume when looking for things like the silent attack plane called "Pumpkin Seed", but no one seems to remember this. I have been gassed (?) and rendered unconscious while camping on Campfire Hill by mysterious persons in camouflage fatigues driving white Jeep Cherokees. I have found a scorpion in my sleeping bag in the morning (very funny, cammo dudes!) I have seen what I believe to be the greenish plasma glow of a secret experimental hypersonic craft which some call the TR-3B. I have seen extremely bright golden-orange globes suspected in the night sky (UAVs or infrared suppression flares?). I have peered down upon America's most famous secret base (which doesn't exist) from my 'bleacher' seat on Freedom Ridge (now part of the Restricted Zone) and signed the guest register (rock) with a black Sharpie. I have also spied on the extensive installation (hangers, radar facilities, fuel-tanks, etc.) through a Celestron telescope from the nearby "White Sides" viewpoint (also now part of the Restricted Zone). I have marked the trail leading to "Freedom Ridge" with highly-reflective metallic gold ribbons attached to Joshua trees (numerous times as the cammo dudes kept taking them down after I left the area). I have seen "Old Faithful" at 4:50 AM, but sure as hell didn't think it was anything even remotely extraterrestrial, Sean David Morton! I have passed close to silver-globed ammonia detectors and I am a human being. I have been 'sandblasted' and harassed by a modified black pavehawk helicopter equipped with "Puff the Magic Dragon." I have been tailed, listened to on parabolic microphones, videotaped, and subjected to all manner of psychological warfare tactics by security personnel near the perimeter of the base. I have blasted Philip Glass' "1000 Airplanes on the Roof" while kicking up clouds of plutonium-laden dust in rental SUVs. I have messed with motion sensors on BLM (i.e. public land!) I have seen Kat start to get naked for a photo by the 'No Photography' signs until illuminated by blinding spotlights from the (obviously gay) cammo dudes. I have eavesdropped on sensitive military channels with a decent scanner and heard conversations between "Dreamland Control" and the various JANET flights. I have witnessed all sorts of activity over both Groom and Papoose dry-lake beds from the famous Black Mailbox. I have seen meteors, exploding fireballs, astronomical chromatics, strange aerial lights, red dots, unusual jet contrails, satellites (!!!), and more stars than you can imagine (including the Andromeda galaxy) on moonless nights. I have seen Joe Travis drink more cans of Old Milwaukee and smoke more cigarettes than there are stars in the night sky (even on a moonless night). I have experienced "missing time," but don't necessarily think it was the result of boron-stealing EBEs who like strawberry ice cream. I have seen mutilated cattle on the unfenced range near highway 375 and almost hit perfectly camouflaged cattle standing in the middle of the road. I have hit too many jackrabbits to count on dirt spurs in the buffer zone and have been issued two speeding tickets at the Alamo speed trap by Lincoln County sheriffs. I have bought filet mignon from a Chevron gas station while on the way to Highway 375. I have taken the rusted springs from a melted M1 tank at LN 31.5 and used them as candle-holders. I have explored abandoned mine shafts and pondered the message of the sacred monument of the Aaronic Order. I have fired a Desert Eagle and an AR-15 with tracer rounds. I have seen the absurd ID4 ceremonies, and watched as the famous "Black Mailbox" (from the Medlin Ranch) was auctioned off for a little over a thousand dollars. I have heard tremendous sonic booms from B-2 Stealth bombers (Aurora?) that rattled the nerves of those in the Little A-le-Inn (along with the precious bottles of liquor). I have seen Norio Hayakawa sing Willie Nelson (or was it Waylon Jennings?) and other paranoid members of the anti-Illuminati give funny (unintentionally funny) speeches. I have also listened to Ambassador Merlyn Merlin II from Alpha Draconis. I have chugged cans of Budweiser while Chuck Clark sipped Diet Cokes (all the while showing me some very interesting photographs that he took in the area). I have pulled giant moths from bowls of Coyote Café salsa and from plastic cups of strong margaritas. I have found my missing half-full (I'm an optimist) bottle of Corona with a night vision scope. I have made a damn spicy Indian Vindaloo dinner on a sputtering camp stove. I have had spaghetti on Wednesday nights at the Inn (the best night to view tests of the Lazar/Testor "sport model UFO). I have had dozens of A-le-Inn burgers (without cheese) and sampled Pat's famous chili. I have charred hotdogs over fires, and put Pat's famous chili over charred hotdogs when I probably should have been making jackrabbit stew, BUT I HAVE NEVER EATEN A KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUT AT AREA 51 or anywhere else (and I don't own a pair of Birkenstock sandals, shoes, clogs or otherwise). Therefore, the identity of the person unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on your feelings about these things) enough to have the encounter as described in "Rosetta Stoned" is only known by MAYNARD JAMES KEENAN (and perhaps a few others). It was not I, although I once saw a similar type out by "Campfire Hill"? a good place to get gassed if that's your thing. Anyway, it's all about the boron. This was from the offical tool site. Someone might have already posted it but I don't know. |
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| Tool – Sober Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| -ZERO-, exactly. If you listen to it on a site that censors it doesn't censor anything.. so it can't be saying f-ing. | |
| 50 Cent – Candy Shop Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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not all freaking rap is bad. For GOD sake. If everyone here is sayign rap sucks, than you have to say nu-metal is crap. Because it uses elements of rap. So FUCK YOU rap haters. I love metal, but if ur just dissing a whole genre without looking at it closley, then you suck. Its like looking at rock and saying well Panic at the disco sucks so all of that crap sucks. No, there's other bands asswhipes. Asshole. - The Controversial Ass Licker. |
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| Black Sabbath – The Wizard Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I love the intro. That harmonica kicks major ass. Its heavier than the damn bass lmao. |
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| Black Sabbath – Digital Bitch Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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If you want commets on here just don't spam. Dangit. This song's kool. |
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| Black Sabbath – Zero The Hero Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| Black Sabbath kicks ass! | |
| Black Sabbath – Black Sabbath Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| I'm just saying about there name.. thats all. This song's just pure rock 'n' roll bashing hippies and shit. | |
| Black Sabbath – Black Sabbath Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Black Sabbath (film) From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Jump to: navigation, search This article is about the horror film directed by Mario Bava. For the British hard rock band, see Black Sabbath. I Tre volti della paura or Black Sabbath (1963) was an Italian gothic horror movie directed by Mario Bava. Boris Karloff, in addition to starring in the wraparound segments, has a role in the third and final story. The film comprises three horror stories: "The Drop of Water", "The Telephone", and "The Wurdalak" (based on a story by Leo Tolstoy). In 1969, a heavy blues-rock band named Earth decided to change their name and agreed that the title of this movie would be a nice fit for their burgeoning heavy metal sound. This band, Black Sabbath, later rose to much acclaim. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Sabbath_%28film%29 I'm supposing on of the most influental movies in metal history? |
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| AC/DC – What Do You Do For Money Honey Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Lmao, who does? Well obviously fat ol' rich people who can't get sex. But nevermind that. AC/DC is awesome. |
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| AC/DC – Back In Black Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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AC/DC is great. They just played straight up rock 'n' roll. They just rocked out and didn't care about pop crap. Jamin King you're an idiot. |
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| Black Sabbath – Iron Man Lyrics | 19 years ago |
| This song is freaking awesome. When they made this song they weren't just merley making a song, they were giving birth to darker type of metal. | |
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