The Note to Tool...

Do you need some inspiration? A desired future you wish to see? Is their a word to shout to a nation? A demagogue you wish to be? Distant minds break the surface, of frozen ground that winter's drawn. Allow me to hypnotize you, with vile thoughts that bile's spawned. And as you read I hope to prod, an idea that there is no god, above below or behind you, not in lyrics or in what is true. Rather its a distant concept, beyond the reach of me and you. But our words echo and fists pound, with tact, purpose and melody. And as the songs come back to haunt us, the signature of soul we see.


priests and thieves desensitize me
robbing me of hope and spirit
the lord was made to keep me humble
to close my eyes and shut my mouth
but I will rise with shouts like thunder
shaking every wall and ground
eyes will turn as guns are drawn
for sake of life they'll kill the sinner
setting fires within the lifeless pawns
and as I'm led away in shackles
a billion hands hold onto me
dragged about on glass and needles
all giving in to destiny
upon the gallows I shout my message
awaken to the infamy
the hood cascades and noose to follow
suffering will always be
I give up and discard my halo
await the fall and needless harm
have I struck a single cord now
did I sway the pendulums arm


Alright, if you've gotten this far, I want to assure you I'm not a madcap nutjob. I'm just searching like everyone else. I enjoy the music of Tool and had momentary inspiration that I wanted to pay back. Like the subject of this email, everything sways back and forth. Its that whole yin yang, tit for tat, golden rule thing. But eventually the arm rests in the middle, creativity stagnates and growth plateaus. So every now and then you got to give the pendulum's arm a little flick to get it going again, and that's what your music did for me.

Thanks,

Tony