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Tool'un ne dediği anlaşılmayan şarkılarından, şifreli mesajlarından birisi, yalnız şarkının girişindeki "Otorite sorusunu kendinize bir sorun" tarzı cümlesinden anlaşılacağı üzere sistem denen yalanı sorgulamak için, 3. gözünüzü açın.

rr raskolnikov   30 Haziran 2007 21:25        (0 puan)  |    
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astral bir müzik...
Lakin tool dan çok daha önce bilinen bir olgudur metafizikte...

orestes   20 Mayıs 2007 20:23        (0 puan)  |    
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bu görünmez ama bazı insanlar uykusunda bile görüyo demekki algıları açık falan,belki o manada.mesela annem uyurken odasına girince sabah kalkgınca "ne aradın gece bi saat bizim odada" der.

mme manukian   06 Nisan 2007 07:45        (0 puan)  |    
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Üçüncü gözleri açmak için yazılmış bir şarkıdır. İki gözün yetmediği dünyada üçüncü bir göz, Tool'un genel felsefesiyle birebir örtüşür.
"prying open my third eye"

rr raskolnikov   02 Mart 2007 17:56        (0 puan)  |    
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aynı zamanda 2000 tarihli tool albümü Salival ın da ilk şarkısıdır.

Think for yourself
Question authority

Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening,
terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in
this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the
religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by
giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their
view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and
learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.

Think for yourself.
Question authority.

Lyricist   25 Ocak 2007 09:48        (0 puan)  |    
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1996 tarihli tool albümü aenima nın son şarkısıdır.

"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 me a favor. Go home tonight and take all your albums, all
your tapes, and all your CDs and burn 'em. Cause you know what? The musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced
your lives throughout the years? Rrrrreal fuckin' high on
drugs."

"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely
energy condensed into a slow vibration, that we are all one
consciousness, experiencing itself subjectively, there's no such
thing as death, life is only a dream, in which is an imagination
of ourselves. Here's Tom with the weather."

"It's not a war on drugs, it's a war on personal freedom, is
what it is, okay? Keep that in mind at all times. Thank
you."

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 and tumbling

Down that hole and back again

Rising up

And wiping the webs 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 glad it's over.

I've missed you so much

Came out to watch you play.

Why are you running?"

Shroud-ing 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 do not recognize the vessel,

But the eyes seem so familiar.

Like phosphorescent desert buttons

Singing one familiar song...

"So good to see you.

I've missed you so much.

So glad it's over.

I've missed you so much.

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.

Chasing the tail of dogma.

I opened my eye and there we were.

So good to see you once again

I thought that you were hiding from me.

And you thought that I had run away.

Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

Prying open my third eye.

Lyricist   25 Ocak 2007 09:43        (0 puan)  |    
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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 me a favor. Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all your CDs and burn 'em. Cause you know what? The musicians who made all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years? Rrrrreal fuckin' high on drugs.

pink floyd, the doors, ve dahası...
inkar etmediler ne yaptıklarını, lakin bu kadar da açık sözlü olmamışlardır heralde.

Blackfield   01 Aralık 2006 04:02        (0 puan)  |    
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ions ile arka arkaya dinlendiginde insan zararlisi bi hal almaktadir.

ions   12 Kasım 2006 15:59        (0 puan)  |    
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daha yeni izlediğim 2002 oklahoma konserinin son parçası. bilgisayarın başında izlerken bile orda olduğumu hissettiren parçadır aynı zamanda. öyle bi parçadır ki kişinin bilgisayar karşısında dinlerken değişik şekillere girmesini ve böle bir durumla karşılaşılan annenin "yemek hazır" dedikten sonra tepki gelmemesine şaşırarak odaya girdiğinde gördüğü manzara karşısında "parça bitince gel" demesine bile yol açabilir.

Blackfield   21 Ekim 2006 03:33        (0 puan)  |    
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bence tooL un yaptığı en iyi parçadır.
hatta 20. yüzyılın en iyi rock parçası da diyebilirim kendisi için.
sözleri konusunda burada yorum yapmaya kalksak bitiremeyiz. uzar da uzar. o yüzden övmekle yetiniyorum..

yukarıda yazılı olan sözler, mjk tarafından salival albümünde canlı olarak parçanın başında söylenmiştir..
devam eden sözleri de şöyledir :

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 and tumbling
down that hole and back again
rising up
and wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

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 glad it's over.
i've missed you so much
came out to watch you play.
why are you running?"

shroud-ing 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 do not recognize the vessel,
but the eyes seem so familiar.
like phosphorescent desert buttons
singing one familiar song...

"so good to see you.
i've missed you so much.
so glad it's over.
i've missed you so much.
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.
chasing the tail of dogma.
i opened my eye and there we were.

so good to see you once again
i thought that you were hiding from me.
and you thought that i had run away.
chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

prying open my third eye.

utopiano   18 Ekim 2006 22:10        (1 puan)  |    
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think for yourself
question authority

throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. to think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.

think for yourself.
question authority.

mjk

gottug   08 Ekim 2006 01:28        (0 puan)  |    
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