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- tool un aenima albümümdeki kapanış parçasıdır,yaklaşık 14 dakika sürmektedir dinlemesi ve sindirmesi zor bir şarkıdır her bünye kaldıramaz.
albümlerde 2 live çaldıklarında ise oldukça farklı versiyonları mevcuttur örnek olarak aenima daki orjinal versiyonun girişi şu şekildedir;
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 cd’s and burn em’. cause you know what? the musicians who’ve made all that great music that’s enhanced your lives throughout the years, real fuckin high on drugs
amma velakin (bkz: türkçe konuş lan) salival isimli live albümdede şöyle bir giriş mevcuttur;
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.
tabi şarkının belli yerlerini maynard sikinin keyfine göre değiştirmektedir(hokosto, 28.03.2005 03:20 ~ 03:21)
- praying open my third eye diye bağırtan, harika tool şarkısı.
- sadece müzik ile uçup gitmenin de mümkün olduğunu gösteren, günümüz eserlerinden biridir. der ki; kardeşim nasıl yaptıysak yaptık; üzümünü ne bağcıyı sorma; dinle ve kendinden geç. müzik ruhun gıdası ise, third eye'de bağımlılık tehlikesi taşıyan bir parçadır. sadece bu parça bile aenima'nın saklanacak albümler arasına girmesine neden olur.
- geriye kalan 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.
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.
salivalı da aenema sıda harikadır.
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