| Tool – 10,000 Days (Wings Pt. 2) Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| The album is NOT about religion. In this album we experience a collective of themes. First, we learn about violence and the way people get off on the horrible images we see on tv every day. Jambi, about selfishness and making rash decisions and then losing better things and important people because of them. WFM and 10,000 Days do talk about organized religion but are focused on his mother and how, after all the stuff she has gone through, the trials she has lived, it is about time God give her the reward she deserves. The Pot could easily be applied to the hypocrites in religion, however it is not limited to that. As for Right In Two, it does speak of religion, but that is not the main theme. The main theme is the repetitive violence in the human race. We are given so much, for example the ability to reason, think, and make choices. More so than any other race in the world, and we still kill eachother over stupid things. And, he is saying, in that sense we are no better than animals (monkeys). It is actually my favorite song and I wish the world understood better what Maynard is trying to tell them in some of his songs. The world would be a different place. | |
| Tool – Pushit Lyrics | 13 years ago |
| I love the multiple ways you can interpret this song. You can see it, shallowly, about sex, wade into the waters and say it's about a complicated relationship between two lovers, or, as I prefer, you can dive deeply and say it's about the relationship between two characters within one body. These characters are fighting for control. Not necessarily two personalities as if he is a schitzo, but more so that you can't decide who you are or want to be and you change for other people and distort who you are for them, and then finally deciding to take control in the end, even if sometimes you loved your "alternate person" that you were pretending to be. | |
| Tool – Third Eye Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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This is a beautifully written song about the search for meaning, literally through the spiritual third eye, metaphorically through whatever means seem best to an individual person. To each his own on how he finds meaning in life. Best lines: Shrouding all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I do not recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. |
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