| Tool - Ænima (1999) |
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| 01 | Stinkfist Something has to change. Un-deniable dilemma. Boredom's not a burden Anyone should bear. Constant over stimulation numbs me But I wouldn't want you Any other way. Just, not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I said, I don't want it. I just need it. To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive. Finger deep within the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. I can help you change Tired moments into pleasure. Say the word and we'll be Well upon our way. Blendand balance Pain and comfort Deep within you Till you will not want me any other way. But, it's not enough. I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I said, I don't want it. I just need it. To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive. Knuckle deep inside the borderline. This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to. Relax. Slip away. Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety? How can it mean anything to me If I really don't feel anything at all? I'll keep digging Till I feel something. Elbow deep inside the borderline. Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Shoulderdeep within the borderline. Relax. Turn around and take my hand. | 05:11 | |||
| 02 | Eulogy He had a lot to say. He had a lot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. (2x) We're gonna miss him (2x) So long. We wish you well. You toldus how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. (2x) Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. (2x) We're gonna miss him (2x) No way torecall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. But it was so loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin' lie. Don't you step out of line. (3x) Don't you fuckin' lie. You'veclaimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised when you hear your own eulogy? You had a lot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. Weneedthe fuckin' space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. Goodbye... | 08:28 | |||
| 03 | H. It's coming through is alive. What's holding up is a mirror. But what's singing songs is a snake Looking to turn this piss to wine. They're both totally void of hate, But killing me just the same. The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. Considerately. Venomous voice, tempts me, Drains me, bleeds me, Leaves me cracked and empty. Drags me down like some sweet gravity. The snake behind me hisses What my damage could have been. My blood before me begs me Open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again. (2x) I am too connected to you Slip away, to fade away. Days away I still feel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me. (4x) Without the skin, Beneath the storm, Under these tears The walls came down. And the snake is drowned and As I look in his eyes, My fear begins to fade Recalling all ofthose times. I could have cried then. I should have cried then. And as the walls come down and As I look in your eyes My fear begins to fade Recalling all of the times I have died and will die. It's allright. I don't mind. (3x) Iam too connected to you to Slip away, to fade away. Days away I stillfeel you Touching me, changing me, And considerately killing me. (3x) | 06:07 | |||
| 04 | Useful Idiot From the "CAMPUSOLOGY" album, originally issued on Dot Records Lp #DLP-25709 © 1966. | 00:38 | |||
| 05 | Forty Six & 2 My shadow's Shedding skin and I've been picking Scabs again. I'm down Digging through My old muscles Looking for a clue. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own confused And insecure delusions For a piece to cross me over Or a word to guide me in. I wanna feel the changes coming down. I wanna know what I've been hiding in My shadow. Change is coming through my shadow. My shadow's shedding skin I've been picking My scabs again. I've been crawling on my belly Clearing out what could've been. I've been wallowing in my own chaotic And insecure delusions. I wanna feel the change consume me, Feel the outside turning in. I wanna feel the metamorphosis and Cleansing I've endured within My shadow Change is coming. Now is my time. Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty six and two ahead of me. Ichoose to live and to Grow, take and give and to Move, learn and loveand to Cry, kill and die and to Be paranoid and to Lie, hate and fear and to Do what it takes to move through. I choose to live and to Lie, kill and give and to Die, learn and love and to Do what it takes to step through. See my shadow changing, Stretching up and over me. Soften this old armor. Hoping I can clear the way By stepping throughmy shadow, Coming out the other side. Step into the shadow. Forty six and two are just ahead of me. | 06:04 | |||
| 06 | Message To Harry Manback Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1) Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm? When you kicked out people out of your house I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer, you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those. I didn't too courage to kick your ass directly. Don't have enough courage for that, I could, you know. You know you're gonna have another accident? You know I'm involved with black magic? Fuck you. Die. Bastard. You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole. And if I ever see your fucking face around, In Europe or Italy, Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass. Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee. You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise. Deep pain No one does what you did to me. You wanna know something? Fuck you. I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard. Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2) I hope somebody in your family dies soon. Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3) (1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit? (2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch. (3) Die, piece of shit, and go sucking dicks on a plane! | 01:53 | |||
| 07 | Hooker With A Penis I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and New tattoos that claimed that he Was OGT, From '92, The first EP. And in between Sips of Coke He told me that He thought We were sellin' out, Layin' down, Suckin' up To the man. Well now I've got some A-dvice for you, little buddy. Before you point the finger You should know that I'm the man, And if I'm the man, Then you're the man, and He's the man as well so you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. So I've got some Advice for you, little buddy. Before you point your finger You should know that I'm the man, If I'm the fuckin' man Then you're the fuckin' man as well So you can Point that fuckin' finger up your ass. All you know about me is what I've sold you, Dumb fuck. I sold out long before you ever heard my name. I sold my soul to make a record, Dip shit, And you bought one. All you read and Wear or see and Hear on TV Is a product Begging for your Fatass dirty Dollar So...Shut up and Buymy new record Send more money Fuck you, buddy. | 04:33 | |||
| 08 | Intermission drums: ÀüÅ°ü/drums program: ±èÁ¾Áø/bass: Jeff Ganz/ keyboards: Paul Mariconda/guitars: ±èÁ¾Áø/sax: Andy Snitzer/ percussions: Joe Bonardio/chorus: Barbara & Eileen/ voice: ±èÁ¾Áø | 00:56 | |||
| 09 | Jimmy What was it like to see The face of your own stability Suddenly look away Leaving you with the dead and hopeless? Eleven and she was gone. Eleven is when we waved good-bye. Eleven is standing still, Waiting for me to free him By coming home. Moving me with a sound. Opening me within a gesture. Drawing me down and in, Showing me where it allbegan, Eleven. It took so long to realize that You hold the lightthat's been leading me back home. Under a dead ohio sky, Eleven hasbeen and will be waiting, Defending his light, and wondering... Wherethe hell have I been? Sleeping, lost, and numb. So glad that I havefound you. I am wide awake and heading home. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory. I'll move to heal As soon as pain allows so we can Reunite and both move on together. Hold your light, Eleven. Lead me through eachgentle step by step By inch by loaded memory 'till one and one are one, eleven, So glow, child, glow. I'm heading back home. | 05:24 | |||
| 10 | Die Eier Von Satan Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch Ein halbes Pfund Butter Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker Ein halbes Pfund Mehl Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse Ein wenig echter Staubzucker ... und keine Eier In eine Schüssel geben Butter einrühren Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und Den Teig verkneten Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen Im Staubzucker wälzen und Sagt die Zauberwörter Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und KEINE EIER Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und Keine Eier .. ENGLISH: The Eggs of Satan Half a cup of powdered sugar One quarter teaspoo salt One knifetip Turkish hash Half a poundbutter One teaspoon vanilla-sugar Half a pound flour 150 g ground nuts A little extra powdered sugar ... and no eggs Place in a bowl Add butter Add the ground nuts and Knead the dough Form eyeball-sizepieces from the dough Roll in the powdered sugar and say the Magic Words: "Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim" Place on a greased baking pan and Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes ...AND NO EGGS Bake at 200degrees for 15 minutes ...and no eggs. | 02:17 | |||
| 11 | Pushit 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 pushiton me. Rest your trigger on my finger, bang my head upon the faultline. 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. Slippingback 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 littlebitof Piece of mind. Put me somewhere I don't wanna be. Seeing someplace I don't wanna see. Never wanna see that place again. Saw thatgap 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 ifI stay, You minimize my movement anyway, I must persuade you anotherway. There's no love in fear. Staring down the hole again. | 09:55 | |||
| 12 | Cesaro Summability drums: ÀüÅ°ü/bass: Paul Adamy/keyboards: Paul Mariconda/ guitars: ±èÁ¾Áø/sax: Lenny Pickett/talking drums & percussions: Joe Bonardio | 01:26 | |||
| 13 | Ænema Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush it all away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret foryour lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your cable and Fret for your car. It's a Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of Freaks Here in thishopeless fucking hole we call LA The only way to fix it is to flush itall away. Any fucking time. Any fucking day. Learn to swim, I'll seeyou down in Arizona bay. Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves. Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits. Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see armageddon soon. I certainly hope we will. I sure could use a vacation from this Stupid shit, silly shit... One great big festering neon distraction, I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied. Learn to swim. Mom's gonna fixit all soon. Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be. Learn to swim. Fuck L Ron Hubbard and Fuck all his clones. Fuck all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. Fuck retro anything. Fuck your tattoos. Fuck all you junkies and Fuckyour short memory. Learn to swim. Fuck smiley glad-hands Withhidden agendas. Fuck these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Learntoswim. Cuz I'm praying for rain And I'm praying for tidal waves I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down. Momplease flush it all away. I wanna see it go right in and down. I wanna watch it go right in. Watch you flush it all away. Time to bringit down again. Don't just call me pessimist. Try and read between the lines. I can't imagine why you wouldn't Welcome any change, my friend. I wanna see it all come down. Suck it down. Flush it down. | 06:39 | |||
| 14 | (-) Ions drums: ÀüÅ°ü/bass: Paul Adamy/synth bass: ±èÁ¾Áø/ keyboards: Paul Mariconda/guitars: ±èÁ¾Áø/sax: Lenny Pickett/ chorus: Barbara & Eileen | 04:00 | |||
| 15 | Third Eye "See, I think drugs have done some *good* things for us, I really do. And if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do mea favor: Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, andall your cd's and burn em'. Cause you konw what? The musicians who'vemade all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years... RRRRRRRRRRRRReal fuckin high on drugs." Dreaming of that face again. It's bright and blue and shimmering. Grinning wide And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. On my back andtumbling Down that hole and back again Rising up And wiping thewebs and the dew from my withered eye. In... Out... In... Out... In...Out... A child's rhyme stuck in my head. It said that life is but a dream. I've spent so many years in question to find I've known this all along. So good to see you. I've missed you so much. So gladit's over. I've missed you so much Came out to watch you play. Why are you running? Shrouding all the ground around me Is this holy crow above me. Black as holes within a memory And blue as our new second sun. I stick my hand into his shadow To pull the pieces from the sand. Which I attempt to reassemble To see just who I might have been. I donot recognize the vessel, But the eyes seem so familiar. Like phosphorescent desert buttons Singing one familiar song... So good to seeyou. I've missed you so much. So glad it's over. I've missed you somuch. Came out to watch you play. Why are you running away? Prying open my third eye. So good to see you once again. I thought that you were hiding. And you thought that I had run away. Chasingthe tail of dogma. I opened my eye and there we were. So good to see you onceagain I thought that you were hiding from me. And you thought that Ihad run away. Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. Prying open my third eye. | 13:47 | |||
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| Geeks: Danny Carey, Justin Chancellor, Adam Jones, Maynard James Keenan Produced by Tool & David Bottrill All songs written by Tool Published by Toolshed Music/EMI Virgin Music (ASCAP) Bill Hicks appears courtesy of Rycodisc Recorded at Ocean Way, Hollywood, California & The Hook, North Hollywood, California Mixed at Larrabee, North Hollywood, California Mastered at Gateway Studios, Portland, Maine Guitar Tech and equipment consultant: Billy Howerdel Drum Tech: Bruce Jacoby 'Message to Harry Manback' Keyboards: D.B. 'Intermission' Organ: Eban Schletter 'Die Eier Von Satan' Vox: Marko Fox Additional Synthesizer on "Third Eye": Chris Pittman Tour Management (Live Sound): Pete Reidling Live Visuals: Retina Logic Management: Larrikin@Pacificnet.net Attorney: Eric Greenspan of Mymann, Abeil, Fineman & Greenspan Business Management: Bill V. & Bo Gardner of Seigel, Feldstein, Duffin & Vuylsteke Booking: John Branigan of William Morris Agency Merchandise: Peter Lubin & Cheryl Bousquet of Giant A & R: Matt Marshall Art Concept: Tool Artwork Direction & Production: Adam Jones & Kevin Willis Computer Illustrations: Cam De Leon Design and Production: Concetta Halstead, DZN Photographs: Jeff Novac Photo asst: Fabricio Di Santo Model: Alana Cain FX Consultant: Mark Rappaport Flocker: Shane Mahan & Karen Mason Welding: Joel Larson Bill Hicks Painting: Kevin Willis Send stuff (art, literature, polaroids etc.) to Tool at 8391 Beverly Blvd., #298, Los Angeles, California 90048 (enclose a self-addressed stamped envelope) Danny uses Sonor, Paiste & Axis Record Company: Zoo Entertainment, 8750 Wilshire Blvd., Beverly Hills, California 90211, www.zoology.com ®© 1996 BMG Music All Rights Reserved Multi-Image CD Case by Gelardi Design, Multi-Image is a trademark of Gelardi Design, Kennebunkport, Maine and produced under license from Insight, Inc. Patents pending worldwide. 61422-31087-2 see you auntie The anesthetic state produced does not fit into the conventional classification of stages of anesthesia, but instead produces a state of unconsciousness which has association pathways to the brain before producing somesthetic sensory blockage, in contrast to other anesthesia. Variations in body temperature may occur. Although some salivation is occasionally noted, the persistence of the swallowing reflex aids in minimizing the hazards associated with ptyalism. Single intramuscular injection usually has a wide margin of safety select patience. Fasting prior to induction is not essential; however, when preparing for elective surgery, it is advisable to withhold food for at least six hours prior to administration. Restraint in subhuman primate neonates is difficult to achieve. The recommended restraint dosages for the following are: Papio cynocephalus, Pongo pygmaeus, 5 to 7.5 mg/kg; Aotus trivirgatus 10 to 12 mg/kg, Macaca fascicularis 12 to 15 mg/kg. A single intramuscular injection produces restraint suitable for TB testing; radiography, physical examination or blood collection. To reduce the incidence of emergence reactions, subjects should not be stimulated by sound or handlingduring the recovery period. Apnea, respiratory arrest, cardiac arrest and death have occasionally been reported when used in conjunction with sedatives or other aesthetics. Close monitoring of patients is strongly advised during induction, maintenance and recovery. Timothy Leary identified a genetic type whose future circuits have begun to be activated and coined the FUTANTS. Futants are naturally selected to facilitate survival by being better adapted to explore the future and take risks through their genetic characteristics. Unless we provide a proper environment of freedom in which this positive genetic type can be recognized, operate in, and the dross be separated from the valuable information, we will be depriving the race of a vital resource. |
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