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Vi capita mai, ad intuito, di accostare tra di loro versi o intere parti di testo delle canzoni dei Tool, dando ad ogni parte coinvolta un nuovo significato?
Beh a me capita, e anche abbastanza spesso. In sé è un tradimento dell'unità testuale canzone, con le sue regole e i suoi richiami interni. Certo i collegamenti tra alcuni pezzi talvolta vengono spontanei, e talvolta sono se non leciti obbligatori, ma io parlo di qualcosa di più. In certi casi è quasi più come se avessi un idea, un filo, in testa (indotto sempre da certe canzoni) e finissi per completarlo con i testi delle altre. Così facendo ne collego due o tre, certe volte. Altre volte viene fuori, ad esempio, una cosa come la seguente.
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.
But I forgot my pen.
Can't remember what they said.
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
"And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting
Shine on forever
Shine on, benevolent sun
Shine on upon the severed
Shine until the two become one
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don't wanna be down here soothing my narcissism.
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
To leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical,
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable.
Breathe in union
As one, survive another day and season
But
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
Monkey, killing monkey, killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They forge a blade,
And when there's one they're bound to divide it,
(Divided, I wither away)
Right in two.
Monkey, killing monkey, killing monkey
Over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs,
They make a club
And beat their brother down.
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Blood like rain come down
Drum on grave and ground
(Why can't we just admit it?
How pitiful.)
How we survived so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability
to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here.
(Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see.)
Credulous at best your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Pull your head on out your hippie haze and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
They fight, till they die
Over earth, over sky
They fight, over life,
Over brawn, over air and light,
Over love, over sun. Over blood
They fight, and they die,
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication."
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.
Typical.
You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I just said.. -
ninarena.
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Modo', che pesantezza tutta 'sta roba d'estate.
Un Bloody Mary per favore.
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Due Bloody Mary, grazie.
La pesantezza non è che mi parta perché mi va di esser pesante, è che ogni tanto è troppo caldo per fare qualsiasi cosa e allora semplicemente mi stendo a letto, spengo la luce, e ascolto Lateralus e 10.000 days a ruota. Poi comincio a viaggiare, si capisce...
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