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The Pot - Tool
This song is riddled with subtle and hidden metaphors that even the most dedicated Tool fan has trouble understanding. Kind of like anything
associated with the occult. This came out in 2006, right in the middle of George W.'s second term, it's obvious the political themed lyrics are
referring to certain hypocrites in power. The repetitiveness of "You must have been so high", makes one think of Bush's weed and coc aine
allegations, yet his aggressive stance on "the war against drugs." Possessing psychedelic mushrooms became the equivalent of manslaughter under GWB's
reign. Also the, "eyeballs deep in bloody water" is a slight nod to 9/11 in my opinion.
"Liar, lawyer, mirror for you
What's the difference?
Kangaroo be stoned
He's guilty as the government
Now you're weeping shades of cozen indigo
Got lemon juice up in your eye
When you pissed all over my black kettle
You must have been high, high, high, high
Eyeballs deep in bloody waters
You're balls deep in muddy waters
Ganja? Please!
You must have been out your mind "
Rosetta Stoned - Tool
This song is track 8 I believe, of the same album, 10,000 Days. I wanted to include both of these because they have to do with completely different
conspiracy theories and are on the same album.
This one has to do with aliens, government secrecy, dimethyltryptamine, and lucy in the sky with diamonds, if you catch my drift. and area 51. The
lyrics are presented as if coming from a scrambled abductee who has washed ashore and wakes up in an Australian or New Zealand and tries to explain
his story to a confused doctor. However as we listen closer to his story it becomes clear that our hero has ingested some hallucinogens as well as
being stationed outside of area 51. So it's a confusing combination of alien abduction and a hard core acid/ dee em tee trip. "Blotter got right on
top of me, got me seein, E mother****** T"
10 to 2 am, X, yogi Dee Em Tee, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people
thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right
angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy f***in' s**t!"
Then the X file being, looking like some kinda blue green Jackie chan, with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of vanilla chig champa,
did a slow mo matrix decent outta the butt end of the banana vessel, and hovered above my bug eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper
lip and all I could think was, "I hope uncle martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fu**** pants!!"
So light in his way, like an apparition, he'd had me crying out...
"F*** me!
It's gotta be
The dead head
Chemistry
The blotter got right on top o' me
Got me seeing E motherfu**** T!"
And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said. "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." Me! The chosen one. They
chose me!!!! And I didn't even graduate from #in' high school!!
(You'd better listen)
Then he looked right through me with somniferous almond eyes
Don't even know what that means
Must remember to write it down
This is so real
Like the time Dave floated away
See, my heart is pounding. cuz this # never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now.
It was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland
All sorta terrifying
I don't wanna be alone
While I tell this story
And can anyone tell me why y'all sound like peanuts parents?
Will I ever be coming down?
This is so real
Finally it's my lucky day
See, my heart is racing cuz this s**t never happens to me
Can't breathe right now.
You believe me don't you?
Please believe what I've just said
See, the dead ain't touring and this wasn't all in my head
See they took me by the hand
And invited me right in
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead?
Can't remember what they said
God damn, s**t the bed
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
S**t the bed again
Typical
Strapped down to my bed
Feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head
Am I alive? Am I dead.
Sun kissed and Sudafed
Gyroscopes and infrared
Won't help. I'm brain dead
Can't remember what they said
God damn, s**t the bed
edit on 7-8-2013 by Kody27 because: spelling