Thread: 500th Post TOOL Special

Only the best for my ears. TOOL. Anything TOOL but latley I have undertow in the cd player. Last time out it was Aenima. Gotta put my 10,000 days disc in the car.

Originally Posted by saltysurprise

You need to diversify. Tool this and Tool that. Blah blah blah.

You've got mail!

A Perfect Circle is good too. Hey you can't get better than the best.

And now some high quality Canadian Music. Mmmmm sooothing.

I don't know what it is but that whole somethin somethin "mi mi" part is hot. Don't ask.

Try to ignore the vids. Most of TOOL's music is better when you interpret it on your own.

"Hush" from the "Opiate" album (Parental Advisory)


"Sober" from the "undertow" album


"Stinkfist" from the "AEnima" album


"Schism" from the "Lateralus" album


"Vicarious" from the "10,000 Days" album

It was a long time coming.

I just updated the Tool thread. I added a couple vids and added titles. I figured 1 song from each CD to kind of show the progression in style. Enjoy!!

Lost Keys (Blame Hoffman) and Rossetta Stoned

[Nurse:] Excuse me? Doctor? Do you have a moment?
[Doctor:] A moment? What's the question?
[Nurse:] More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3.
[Doctor:] What's the problem?
[Nurse:] That is the problem, we're not sure.
[Doctor:] You got the chart?
[Nurse:] Right here.
[Doctor:] Not much here to say
[Nurse:] No doctor, no obvious physical trauma. Vitals are stable.
[Doctor:] Name?
[Nurse:] No sir.
[Doctor:] Did someone drop him off? Maybe we could speak to them. Let's get some background on this fella.
[Nurse:] No ID. Nothing And he won't speak to anybody.
[Doctor:] Well, let's say hello. "Good Morning, I'm Dr. Lawson.
How are you today? How - are - you today?! Look son, you're in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us. We can't help you otherwise. What's happened? Tell me everything."
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Alrighty then, picture this if you will:
10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51. Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy when a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
Holy ****ing shit!

Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa, did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my ****in' pants."

(singing) So light in his way,
Like an apparition,
He had me crying out,
"**** me,
It's gotta be,
Deadhead Chemistry,
The blotter got right on top of me,
Got me seein' E-mother****in'-T!"(end singing)

And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not.
"Me. The Chosen One?...They chose me!!!....And I didn't even graduate from ****in' high school.

(singing)You better.
You better.
You better.
You better listen.

When he looked right through me
With somniferous almond eyes.
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down.
This is so real.
Like the time Dave floated away.
See my heart is pounding,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.

Can't breathe, right now!
It was so real.
Like I woke up in Wonderland.
All sort of terrifying.
And I don't wanna be all alone..when I tell this story.
And can anyone tell me why
you all sound like Peanut's parents
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real.
Finally it's my lucky day.
See my heart is racing,
'Cause this shit never happens to me.

Can't breathe, right now!

You believe me, don't you?
Please believe what I just said,.....see the Dead aint touring.
And this wasn't all in my head.
See they took me by the hand...and invited me right in,
Then they showed me something.
I don't even know where to begin.

STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!

(high... I I I I I... high... I I I I I)
(high)
[repeated]

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
Born to bear and bring to all
The details of our ending.
To write it down for all the world to see.
But I forgot my pen,
Shit the bed again,
Typical.

STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRARED.
WON'T HELP, I'M BRAIN DEAD.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

I...!!!

CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME.
CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID...TO...MAKE...ME OUT TO BE....A HEEEEEEEEROOOOOOO!!!
Can't remember what they said.
BOB HELP MEEEEE.
Can't remember what they said.

DON'T KNOW.
WON'T KNOW.
[repeated]

GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!