| Tool – Invincible Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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Invisible seems to be the band talking about themselves (or Maynard about himself). Long in tooth and soul (getting old, their 50's). Looking for another win (after 13 years). Weapon out and belly in (they've got dad bodies now). Warrior struggling to remain consequential, proud of where they've been (they were mega stars and now they are struggling to stay relevant). They were once invisible but now they're growing old and their armor is thin. etc... Descending also sounds like the band talking about themselves They are now at the midnight (the end) of their own fable, free falling through the boundlessness madness of their own making Falling isn't flying (they are on their way down and it's not good) Floating isn't infinite (fame doesn't last forever) Come, our end, suddenly, All hail our lethargy, Concede suddenly (we're suddenly at our end and now we're ready to be lazy and retire) To the quickened dissolution, Pray we mitigate the ruin, Calling all to arms and order (getting the band back together for one last go at it and to put off the end) Tears in my eyes, Chasing Ponce de Leon's phantom (sad that I'm getting old and chasing my youth) So filled with hope, I can taste mythical fountains, False hope, perhaps, But the truth never got in my way, Before now, feel the sting, Feeling time bearing down (again, getting old but hopeful that their youth and fame can be restored. They're probably lying to themselves, but that never stopped them before) |
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| Tool – Descending Lyrics | 5 years ago |
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Invisible seems to be the band talking about themselves (or Maynard about himself). Long in tooth and soul (getting old, their 50's). Looking for another (after 13 years). Weapon out and belly in (they've got dad bodies now). Warrior struggling to remain consequential, proud of where they've been (they were mega stars). They were once invisible but now they're growing old and their armor is thin. etc... Descending also sounds like the band talking about themselves They are now at the midnight (the end) of their own fable, free falling through the boundlessness madness of their own making Falling isn't flying (they are on their way down and it's not good) Floating isn't infinite (fame doesn't last forever) Come, our end, suddenly, All hail our lethargy, Concede suddenly (we're suddenly at our end and now we're ready to be lazy and retire) To the quickened dissolution, Pray we mitigate the ruin, Calling all to arms and order (getting the band back together for one last go at it and to put off the end) |
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