RacecaR123
12-28-2002, 05:23 AM
If read by Maynard, i feel that every opinion left in here is exactly what he hoped for."think for yourself, question authority". Maynard created such a structured and undefined album so it couldn't be defined. Maynard is the listeners "authority", we look up to his writing and are inspired by the entire groups music as a whole. "Crucify the ego before it's too late". The ego is just this, us, (the people leaving their opinions and the listeners) believing they have all the answers to his music. I'm saying this because there are no answers, there is only how each individual interprets the music. This message board is a good example. Each person has a flame burning inside of them, each flame is unique and gifted with different talents and views, some people use theirs more than others. It's the interpretation Maynard hopes for. If we all had the answers to his music, defined it and lived by the definition we would all be the same fools we are now. Thought provoking music allows for opinion, thought, and the inspiration to burn your INDIVIDUAL flame. In turn, if each person can relate Tools music to something in their own life to make it more worthwhile and liveable, then Maynard has won the battle of being a human, and so have we as a WHOLE. The only way to bring "the pieces" back together is to get better as an individual, get your flame burning, and then bring that into the whole, one unity. The way we're meant to be. Just like each band member in Tool brings their piece into the music, their gift, their flame that burns beneath. As a whole they they create this force, a united bond that desires to create as one. Alone they would be scattered fragments, lost and bewildered...just like with any one of us.
Thank you for this opportunity to share my opinion,
Music is the mind and the soul.
RG -peace
I've added some songs i wrote below, if anyone is interested.
1.
Burrow in like a decaying cavity,
Pluck it out and defy gravity.
Taunt and tease it, make it plead.
Tolerate urges and stick with needs.
Silence fills my ears with a dull sensation,
Remain steady and become one with this vibration.
Calm and relaxed, sit peaceful eyes shut, legs crossed.
Stare into the black back of these windows, soon get lost.
Witness the colours and the shapes blend as one,
Fall into yourself and open to this new born sun.
Stay here forever and never awake, never sleep.
Listen to your music, it's yours to keep.
Unique sounds that merge with your soul.
Expanding your horizons into an infinite whole.
Your truth here will never ever expire.
Listen to your music, your own holy choir.
Copyright 2002*
2.
Blankets are cold can't keep me warm.
Dreams are taking over this place inside.
Slipping away from the daily norm.
On the brink of insanity I ride.
Patiently awaiting to fall away.
This annoying sun irritates my skin.
Thirsty and dry from the aging day.
Impatiently awaiting the next to begin.
Falling moments give way to the next.
Counting down what remains.
Agaze at the dust settling in specs.
Feeling the dullness slip through my veins.
Curious as to what will become of this place,
Awed by my own disillusionment.
Staring at the reflection of my own face,
Wondering if smiling is my soothing vent.
Frowning upon this day nearing end,
Patiently awaiting for my ride.
If you know the answer be sure to lend.
I'll be in my mirror, grinning wide eyed.
Copyright 2002*
3.
Serenity encompasses this desolate place.
Identity strengthens weaknesses and promotes inner grace.
Retreating back into a decline.
Forward motion being pushed behind.
Darkness lurks over decreasing light.
Whatever works should be considered right.
Common rarities collect and transmit.
Gathering energies resemble a true fit.
Staring blankly at the ongoing motion.
Separate the reality underneath this comotion.
Tuck yourself between all the chaos.
Think for yourself and never get lost.
Hide away, push away, pull back in.
Side-ways, hush i say, come right in.
Tear off the blind fold, get eyes fixed.
Rare are the lies sold, often truth is mixed.
Possible opportunites fall away with dishonesty.
Impossible unities crawl arrayed with hopeless tragedy.
Opening these possibilities could bring peace.
Sharpening our skills at being human would put things at ease.
Bonds are made and seemingly broken.
Truth is heard but rarely spoken.
We use life as our own personal token.
I respect and admire you, and yes i'm just jokin'.
Copyright 2002*
Thank you for this opportunity to share my opinion,
Music is the mind and the soul.
RG -peace
I've added some songs i wrote below, if anyone is interested.
1.
Burrow in like a decaying cavity,
Pluck it out and defy gravity.
Taunt and tease it, make it plead.
Tolerate urges and stick with needs.
Silence fills my ears with a dull sensation,
Remain steady and become one with this vibration.
Calm and relaxed, sit peaceful eyes shut, legs crossed.
Stare into the black back of these windows, soon get lost.
Witness the colours and the shapes blend as one,
Fall into yourself and open to this new born sun.
Stay here forever and never awake, never sleep.
Listen to your music, it's yours to keep.
Unique sounds that merge with your soul.
Expanding your horizons into an infinite whole.
Your truth here will never ever expire.
Listen to your music, your own holy choir.
Copyright 2002*
2.
Blankets are cold can't keep me warm.
Dreams are taking over this place inside.
Slipping away from the daily norm.
On the brink of insanity I ride.
Patiently awaiting to fall away.
This annoying sun irritates my skin.
Thirsty and dry from the aging day.
Impatiently awaiting the next to begin.
Falling moments give way to the next.
Counting down what remains.
Agaze at the dust settling in specs.
Feeling the dullness slip through my veins.
Curious as to what will become of this place,
Awed by my own disillusionment.
Staring at the reflection of my own face,
Wondering if smiling is my soothing vent.
Frowning upon this day nearing end,
Patiently awaiting for my ride.
If you know the answer be sure to lend.
I'll be in my mirror, grinning wide eyed.
Copyright 2002*
3.
Serenity encompasses this desolate place.
Identity strengthens weaknesses and promotes inner grace.
Retreating back into a decline.
Forward motion being pushed behind.
Darkness lurks over decreasing light.
Whatever works should be considered right.
Common rarities collect and transmit.
Gathering energies resemble a true fit.
Staring blankly at the ongoing motion.
Separate the reality underneath this comotion.
Tuck yourself between all the chaos.
Think for yourself and never get lost.
Hide away, push away, pull back in.
Side-ways, hush i say, come right in.
Tear off the blind fold, get eyes fixed.
Rare are the lies sold, often truth is mixed.
Possible opportunites fall away with dishonesty.
Impossible unities crawl arrayed with hopeless tragedy.
Opening these possibilities could bring peace.
Sharpening our skills at being human would put things at ease.
Bonds are made and seemingly broken.
Truth is heard but rarely spoken.
We use life as our own personal token.
I respect and admire you, and yes i'm just jokin'.
Copyright 2002*