tools lyrics

who really beats them?

give me a band and a reason?

 

type negative

read - http://typeonegative.rockmetal.art.pl/indexeng.html

 

do you mean type O negative?

 

i dig me sum tool

 

yessiree bob. twas a simple type-o. <-----pun

 

i cant wait to see tool next summer.

tool just...*grits teeth* gets deeep inside of me when i listen....esp. on a good system.

 

No you got it all wrong. You dig WITH tools

I enjoy thier music. They don't find themselves playing in my CD player much since growing up out of my teenage angst stage, but they get played more than say Rage or Deftones.

It's funny really. I used to walk around thinking me and my group of friends the only ones in on the whole Tool secret, that if you didn't know Tool or disliked them for some reason you were immediatly labeled stupid. I used to be just as closed minded as the people I hated for being closed minded.

 

i like most music

 

Tom Waits > That hack, Maynard.

The Piano Has Been Drinking

The piano has been drinking
My necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York
The jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut
And the spotlight looks like a prison break
'Cause the telephone's out of cigarettes
And the balcony's on the make
And the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking...

And the menus are all freezing
And the lightman's blind in one eye
And he can't see out of the other
And the piano-tuner's got a hearing aid
And he showed up with his mother
And the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking

'Cause the bouncer is a Sumo wrestler
Cream puff casper milk toast
And the owner is a mental midget
With the I.Q. of a fencepost
'Cause the piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking...

And you can't find your waitress
With a Geiger counter
And she hates you and your friends
And you just can't get served
Without her
And the box-office is drooling
And the bar stools are on fire
And the newspapers were fooling
And the ash-trays have retired
The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
The piano has been drinking
Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me




And, of course, there is Jockey Full of Bourbon

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I'm stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
And through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Admire the view from up on top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone

I said hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
House is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
"To the carnival" is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch Pink on a downtown train
Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner on the pouring rain

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire, your children are alone




Oh, and my lyrics are also better than Tool's.

Mortardom

I leave this uncertain world
In moon-lit harmony, where
Desperate pleas have fallen
From the tongues of destiny
I felt so alone in the land
Of my unfinished dreams
But I felt so complete when
Paris burned to its knees

We’re lit up like a New Orleans
Funeral, and we keep daggers in our boots
‘Cause when your heart is frozen
You’ve got nothing else to protect

Estranged in the darkest hour
This is how I’m freed, and I’ve
Borne these blood-shot clouds
For a needle of my youth
I’ve felt so alone in the land
Of impaled mountain tops
But I felt so complete when
Cairo was raped and tortured

We’re lit up like a Las Vegas
Sacrifice, crippled by the words
We whispered into brick walls
Still I shine like a Reagan dime

And caught between the hurried
Gasps of idle smoke-screen machines
The world shuttered for a moment
And swallowed the rusty remnants of
The serpents of pestilence and
The vessels of truant heresy

I leave this uncertain world
Before the muttering gaze of
The unadorned, and Romeo is bleeding
A river of nitrate denials
I’ve felt so alone in the land
Of a brand new callous creed
But I felt so complete when
Moscow was found murdered

We’re lit up like a Hollywood
Suicide, Our gorgeous malaise
Surrendered for our badge of steam
Worn proudly on our torn sleeves



The truth is this: Tool sucks, and Maynard ruined an aleady merdiocre band (A Perfect Circle).

 

how can you truly say tool sucks, eliot...when you have supported nirvana. which btw, even I can play some of the guitar strands of?

tool really does have talent and if you dont wanna admit it, that's okay.

btw, tool is better then a perfect circle.

 

No, Nirvana sucks more. If you want to bring up pasts, I could probably do that to you. But, you know, I recognize the complete irrelevence of it.

Talent? Sure, they have talent. But they're no where near genius.

 

i think they are near-genious but that is my opinion.

and no, there is no need to bring up pasts and ill shut up but it seems to happen to me a lot on here.

 

the meaning behind tool's lyrics is what really gets me....


....ever read anything about the flower of life....and the third eye concept.....if you read about this stuff....tool's lyrics begin to make sense on an even deeper level.....

 

Del the funky homosapian>tool>nirvana>mary had a little lamb

 

It's all about the mood. If I'm drinking by myself in one of those pessimistic moods, Tom Waits hit's the spot, but if I'm drinking with some good friends in a pessimistic mood, Tool is the way to go.

 

i have a little bit! the third eye concept anyways and i agree!! i need to look i nto the flower of life concept

 

.....i have a friend who could tell you the meaning behind just about every tool song....

....he's the one who turned me on to them and taught me about the flower of life concept....

http://www.floweroflife.org/

 

oh! oh! i got a link! awesome..thanks sweetie.

 

you're welcome....

....i find the flower of life concept very interesting....and hope you do too....

 

I prefer the Perfect Circle side of Maynard, but are we talking about actual lyrics, or vocals? On actually lyrics they are somewhat unmatched, but vocally Pink Floyd smashes them.