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THEN WE SEE BACKWARDS

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 10, 2010 by ravenstooth
Feeling out land and unseen
Hopeful for winter to be over
I can see the end of time now
There beyond the decorations
 
I could hold you high upon the mountains
The sun shines brightly into the darkest caves
Here is the sound check freak the fuck out
I may want to breathe you in and exhale shadows
 
Running in and shouting cold trust
Slipping mid-balk back against the walk
Coming again inside the warmth you provide
I can’t talk anymore my mouth is webs
 
Shit the whole pathway in bloody waste
Promise we’d never be together, relax
Take my place and show me how to live a little
We’ll miss him as he tries to persuade us
 
Don’t cry when the moon shines through the trees
The mirror echos our reverse then we see backwards
I could be a distinct minute that rebounded travel
One day and then one more and soon they are all gone
 
I look back to see if I forgot to do everything
And once I crossed through I realized I never did anything
Unless my dreams counted for the time spent
Or when the wind crawled on my skin when running by
 
What’s here is feeling strong
Energy walked upon the enemy
I see the monster snake through
I could be totally and misguided
Maybe there is reason in empty eyes
Lied forged faced lips break in silence
Open my mouth again I see inside
Here you lie and I touch your skin
Let loose and slip me toward a new day
Changing my mind on every thought
And now the lake is dry
And the moon is high
When we were young I
Should have let thoughts die
I don’t mind if this fucked goes by
Here you are. Open me. Take me away
Next to you- touching me- fading me
 
I’m trying to hard
Not getting anywhere
I’ve passed out before
Even when I wasn’t quite there
 
Talked to my shadow
Here in the wild wind
My old body been followed
By a raven sharing my skin
 
I could face him
But he would win
And some call it sin
But it’s where wild things begin
Like life and like death and like love and like hate and
Then repeat our changes again
 
These birds have borrowed my worm
 
 
 
 
 
 
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TOOL LYRICS “PUSHIT”

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on January 31, 2010 by ravenstooth

Pushit lyrics

I will choke until I swallow…
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?

But you’re
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.

Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
’cause if I do we both may disappear.

But you’re pushing me,
Shoving me. Pushit on me.

Slipping back into the gap again.
I’m alive when you’re touching me,
Alive when you’re shoving me down.

But i’d trade it all
For just a little bit of
Peace of mind.

Put me somewhere I don’t wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don’t wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.

Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.

If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.

There’s no love in fear.

Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.

Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.

HERE’S MY TOOL

Posted in poetry, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 27, 2009 by ravenstooth
I could go on for days in the humid swelter exhaustion
Freed like a litter of cats on the side of the road
Mostly pale and the beard itches, midnight calls the shame
Hear the deluge and suffer the resonating politely
All the tears could dance on the ground and still there would be laughter
Smug inebriation without the subtly a flash and murmur
Let go the defiance, let go the bravado, let go the horror, just let go
Crashed into the fierce artist relished in a defiant way
I’m a plague of simple desire tiptoeing like a pussy
Felt barren locomotive suggestions and cold whipped tolerance
We’ll never be missed and no one has ever heard of us in the background
Wishing you well and  when we weren’t afraid to die
Not all echos reply in the valley’s mindless squander
We tripped into details that hurried the fever and forgot the substance
The price is not paid with blood or love but with energy
These are times to seek the fire and smell the smoke
Have an occasion and breathe liquid optimism
All blind bats have enough sense to find their food
Don’t Fucking tell me the calls are unanswered
Never mind the fucking reactions when there’s nothing to say
Who will be the next to falter the hot air balloon accent
Have another fixture residue and forlorn the probabilities
I’m delicious in the future models and the pantry cabinets
I’ve been recognized a million times and never knew any of the people
Journeyed past my taste for green smoke and belligerent bars
The damaged eyes and heart storm over the disguise
Too connected to you and change is killing me
Up for the proposed, and beneath the tears the pools frozen
I should have died a thousand times before this extract distract
I enjoy the feeling of you touching me in the swollen garbaged trough
Hold you high and down for the count the miniatures purple webs
Blank gaze like moths wet bathing with sparks of perfume
Translate the dialog having the trees submerge true factory
Personally those socks rocks and the fucks push away the buttocks
In my shadow has worn a hole in my interior screeching exterior
Clearing away the chaos and consumption I’m cleaning the turnstiles
Here is the muscle and clinging to years thoughts and forest beauty
I’ll choose to yearn mortal practitioner an indestructible madness
Sent here by the horselord and realm leader in which case the comet’s wingspan
Drum drum drum drum drum drum drum DRUM FUCKING DRUM
On an awareness that scares the shit out of all including my own fear
No drug can compete, no one can repeat, everything turns to peat
When coming home I drive the limit and push the accelerator lightly
Here is my reflection and the shimmer recoils the pulsing ballast
Push it all on me until I can contain my trigger
The earthquakes rabid fortitude shoving me to the empty hollow of happiness
All alive when I’m trying to touch you and trade it for the actual deliberation
My feet on the ground, hot flames reach to lick my porridge bantering
These Vikings, These Deities, These Wild, These Wolves
Put myself in the blank mongrel status, faceless borrowed fears and lurch out distress
Put my puzzle back together all the pieces are somewhere in the scatter pickle jar
Everyone has a power animal, the seeing know how to interact with their omens
I must persuade you another way with the open door and birch poetry
May never work and the end is always near with a vacation in sight
Here comes the circus Any Fucking time the grass always getting the muddle
Loose leaf people surround the antique pleasure that is the swing set
Wake early to please the machine write documentary and prelude
Internal are we in stemming diverse penetration and swimming
The fuck nut back shit regurge pleasure whores and loose pants crawl
Flush it all away in the diatribe discologist
That one calls TOOL