from "Salival"
MESSAGE TO HARRY MANBACK II
Stronzo, stronzo di merda.I’m trying to take a nap, but I couldn’t sleep all the night because of you.
You really hurted me, you really hurt me.
When I was high, you called me an asshole?
Talk to me, fai schifo, pezzo di merda.
Have you ever been trying to take a nap?
My heart beats too fast because I’m thinking of your fucking ugly face.
You, you suck, fai schifo, pezzo di merda.
Fai con tu schifo, va fanculo, stronzo bastardo.
(English translation)
YOU LIED
Setting sun can’t shine, now you’re gone, inside sleeping, my heart beating.You know that you tried to hide it, shouldn’t you have said what you meant?
Time heals, time congeals around us, endless hours of wasted moments.
Understanding, not demanding, your eyes tell what you feel inside.
Setting sun can’t shine, now you’re gone, inside sleeping, my heart beating.
You know that you tried to hide it, shouldn’t you have said what you meant?
You lied!
MERKABA
(In some kind of psychedelic experience.)Our body is light, we are immortal; our body is love, we are eternal.
Omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent, without judgement.
NO QUARTER
Lock all the doors, kill the light, no one’s coming home tonight.The sun beats down, don’t you know, all our lives are growing cold.
They bring the news that must get through, lying deep in me and you.
Locked in a place where no one goes, they ask no quarter, they have no quarter.
Lock the door, kill the light, no one’s coming home tonight.
It’s getting colder, locked in a place where no one goes.
Lock the door, kill the light, no one’s coming home tonight.
They bring news that must get through, lying deep in me and you.
Locked in a place where no one goes, they have no quarter.
We have no quarter, we ask no quarter.
MAYNARD’S DICK
It’s all an open centre, opens up and lets the wind lift him away.It doesn’t have to feel water, it’s just a place that feels right with him,
Kinda like the way you’re breathing, kinda like the way you keep looking away
Would you like to glide on, slide a mile six inches at a time on Maynard’s dick?
There’s a shyness found in reason, apprehensive influence, swallow away.
You seem to feel abysmal, take it, then you’re careful grace for sure,
Kinda like the way you’re breathing, kinda like the way you keep looking away.
Would you like to glide on, slide a mile my six inches at a time on Maynard’s dick?
Took you out in back of the toolshed, put it right on top of your forehead,
Took you out in back of the toolshed, now you know what you’re fucking with.
Maynard’s dick!
from the album "Lateralus"
THE GRUDGE
Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity, calculate what we will or will not tolerate.Desperate to control all and everything, unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Clutch it like a cornerstone, otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip them to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone, otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong, ultimatum prison cell.
Saturn ascends, choose one or ten, hang on or be humbled again.
Clutch it like a cornerstone, otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip them to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten, ignorant to the damage done.
Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity, calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything, unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.
Wear your grudge like a crown, desperate to control,
Unable to forgive, and sinking deeper.
Defining, confining, sinking deeper, controlling, defining, and we're sinking deeper.
Saturn comes back around to show you everything,
Lets you choose what you will or will not see,
And then drags you down like a stone, or lifts you up again,
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.
Saturn comes back around,
Lifts you up like a child or drags you down like a stone
To consume you til you choose to let this go.
Give away the stone, let the ocean take and transmutate this cold and faded anchor.
Give away the stone, let the waters kiss and transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.
Let go.
THE PATIENT
A groan of tedium escapes me, startling the fearful.Is this a test? It has to be, otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality, this paranoid paralysed vampire act's a little old.
But I'm still right here, giving blood, keeping faith, and I'm still right here.
Wait it out, I'm gonna wait it out, be patient.
If there were no reward to reap, a loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now.
I'm gonna wait it out.
If there were no desire to heal a damaged and broken man alone,
This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now.
(And I still may.)
Be patient: I must keep reminding myself of this.
And if there were no rewards to reap, a loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now,
And I still may.
Gonna wait it out.
SCHISM
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away,Mildewed and smouldering, fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers' souls in motion,
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication.
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us
So we cannot see to reach an end, crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down.
No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over,
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it, finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away,
Mildewed and smouldering, strangled by our coveting.
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing,
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, strengthen our communication.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers.
(I know the pieces fit.)
PARABOL
So familiar and overwhelmingly warm, this one, this form I hold now.Embracing you, this reality here, this one, this form I hold now,
So wide eyed and hopeful, wide eyed and hopefully wild.
We barely remember what came before this precious moment,
Choosing to be here right now, hold on, stay inside
This body holding me, reminding me that I am not alone
In this body makes me feel eternal, all this pain is an illusion.
PARABOLA
We barely remember who or what came before this precious moment.We are choosing to be here right now.
Hold on, stay inside this holy reality, this holy experience,
Choosing to be here in this body, this body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in this body, this body holding me,
Feeling eternal, all this pain is an illusion.
Alive!
In this holy reality, in this holy experience,
Choosing to be here in this body, this body holding me.
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in this body, this body holding me,
Feeling eternal, all this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable, spinning, weaving round each new experience.
Recognise this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality.
Embrace this moment, remember we are eternal, all this pain is an illusion.
TICKS AND LEECHES
Suck and suck!Sucking up all you can suck, working up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite, suck me dry.
My fruit is bruised and borrowed, you thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter, beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted, hope this is what you had in mind,
Cause this is what you're getting.
I hope you're choking, I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can take, taken all you can take, got nothing left to give to you.
Bloodsucking parasitic little tick, take what you want and then go.
Hope this is what you wanted, hope this is what you had in mind,
Cause this is what you're getting.
Suck me dry!
Is this what you wanted? Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted? Cause this this is what you're getting.
I hope you choke.
LATERALUS
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me, lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond I imagine, drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope, watch it bend.
Overthinking, overanalysing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.
Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me,
Lets me see there is so much more, and beckons me
To look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond I imagine, drawn inside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope, watch it bend.
Overthinking, overanalysing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random, reaching out to embrace whatever may come.
I embrace my desire to feel the rhythm,
To feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow,
To feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
To bathe in the fountain, to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.
With my feet upon the ground I move myself between the sounds
And open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out, I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me,
And following our will and wind, we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end, we may just go where no one's been.
Spiral out, keep going.
DISPOSITION
Mention this to me, watch the weather change.Mention this to me, mention something, mention anything.
Mention this to me, watch the weather change.
REFLECTION
I have come curiously close to the end, though beneath my self indulgent pitiful hole,Defeated, I concede and move closer, I may find comfort here,
I may find peace within the emptiness, how pitiful, and it's calling me.
And in my darkest moment, foetal and weeping, the moon tells me a secret, my confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own; a million light reflections pass over me.
The source is bright and endless, she resuscitates the hopeless.
Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting.
And as I pull my head out, I am without one doubt.
Don't want to be down here, serving 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.
So let the light touch you so that the words spill through,
And let the past break through, bringing out our hope and reason before we pine away.
FAAIP DE OIAD
I tell you, I don't have a whole lot of time. I'm a former employee in Area 51. I was let go on a medical discharge about a week ago, and I've kind of been running across the country. I'll tell you, I don't know where to start, but they're gonna... they'll triangulate on this position really really soon. Okay, well, what we're thinking of as aliens, they're extradimensional beings that an earlier precursor of the space program made contact with. They are not what they claim to be, they have infiltrated a lot of aspects of the military establishment, particularly the Area 51. The disaters that are coming, the military - I'm sorry, the government - knows about them and there's a lot of safe areas in the world where they could begin moving the population to now. They want those major population centres wiped out so that the few that are left will be more easily controllable. [These words are from a phone call to Art Bell's radio show on 12 September 1997.On an interesting side note, 'Faiip de Oaid' is Enochian for 'The Voice of God'.]
from the album "10,000 Days"
VICARIOUS
Eye on the TV cause tragedy thrills me, whatever flavour it happens to be,Like, 'killed by the husband,' 'drowned by the ocean,' 'shot by his own son,'
'She used the poison in his tea and kissed him goodbye.'
That's my kind of story, it's no fun til someone dies.
Don't look at me like I am a monster, frown out your one face but with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV, stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die, hands to the sky, crying, 'Why, oh why?'
Cause I need to watch things die from a distance.
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies; you all need it too, don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it, we won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
Neither the brave nor bold will write us the stories told, we won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
I need to watch things die from a good safe distance, vicariously I live while the whole world dies.
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain falling down, drawn on grave and ground,
Part vampire, part warrior, carnivore and voyeur, stare at the transmittal, sing to the death rattle.
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.
The universe is hostile, so impersonal; devour to survive, so it is, so it's always been.
We all feed on tragedy, it's like blood to a vampire; vicariously I live while the whole world dies, much better you than I.
JAMBI
Here from the king's mountain view, here from the wild dream come true, feast like a sultan I do on treasures and flesh never few.But I would wish it all away if I thought I'd lose you just one day.
The devil and his had me down, in love with the dark side I'd found, dabbling all the way down, up to my neck soon to drown.
But you changed that all for me, lifted me up, turned me round so I would wish this all away.
Prayed like a martyr dusk to dawn, begged like a hooker all night long, tempted the devil with my song, and got what I wanted all along,
But I would if I could, I would wish it away, wish it all away, want to wish it all away.
No price you could hold sway or just to find my kneeling away, my centre,
So if I could I'd wish it all away if I thought tomorrow would take you away.
You, my piece of my mind, my own, my centre, just try to hold on one more day.
Dim my eyes if they should compromise our hope or what you need, if I believed I might as well be gone.
Shine on forever, shine on benevolent son, shine on upon the broken, shine on until the two become one.
Shine on forever, shine on benevolent son, shine on upon the sinners, shine on until the two become one.
Divided we will wither away, shine on upon the many, light a way benevolent son.
Young brave in you, you're so as one survived another day in seasons,
Silent legions, say your poison, silent legions, stay out of my way.
WINGS FOR MARIE (PT 1)
You believed in movements none could see, you believed in me.A passionate spirit, uncompromised, boundless and open, a light in your eyes,
Then immobilised, broken, fell at the hands of those moments that I wouldn't see,
Yet it was you who prayed for me, so what have I done to be son to an angel, what have I done to be worthy?
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence, difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this selfish question, but what am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
'She never told a lie, well, might have told a lie, but never lived one; didn't have a life, but surely saved one.'
See, I'm alright, now it's time for us to let you go.
10,000 DAYS (WINGS PT 2)
Listen to the tales and romanticise how we'd follow the path of the hero.Boast about the day when the rivers overrun, how we'd rise to the height of our halo.
Listen to the tales as we all rationalise our way into the arms of the saviour,
Feigning all the trials and tribulations, but none of us have actually been there, not like you.
Ignorant fibbers in the congregation gather around spewing sympathy.
Spare me, none of them can even hold a candle up to you;
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see, but enough about the collective Judas,
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated your little piece of the divine?
This little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me, I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way, your way home.
What are they gonna do when the lights go down without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun other than tremble incessantly?
High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground, you were the light and the way that they'll only read about.
I only pray Heaven knows when to lift you out, ten thousand days in the fire is long enough, you're going home.
You're the only one who can hold your head up high, shake your fist at the gates, saying,
'I've come home now, fetch me the Spirit, the Son and the Father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended, it's time now, my time now, give me my wings.'
You were the light and the way that they'll only read about.
Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance, burden of proof tossed upon the believers,
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence, Judith Marie, unconditional one.
Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescence, difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but should you see your maker's face tonight,
Look Him in the eye, tell Him, 'I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one. Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home.'
THE POT
Who are you to wave your finger, you must have been out your head.Eyehole deep in muddy waters, you practically raised the dead.
Rob the grave to snow the cradle then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox house of cards and glass so don't go tossing your stones around, you must have been high.
Foot in mouth and head up ass, so what you talking about?
Difficult to dance round this one til you pull it out, boy, you must have been so high.
Steal, borrow reefer, save your shady inference, kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent,
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo, got lemon juice up in your eye,
When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been high.
Who are you to wave your finger, so full of it; eyeballs deep in muddy waters, fucking hypocrite.
Liar, lawyer, mirror show me what's the difference, kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent,
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo, got lemon juice up in your eye,
When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been --
So who are you to wave your finger, who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me, you must have been out your mind.
Weeping shades of indigo, trapped without a reason, weeping shades of indigo.
Liar, lawyer, mirror for you, what's the difference, kangaroo be stoned, he's guilty as the government.
Now you're weeping shades of cozened indigo, got lemon juice up in your eye,
When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been high.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters, your balls deep in muddy waters, ganja please, you must have been out your mind.
ROSETTA STONED
(Alrighty then, picture this if you will:Ten to two AM, X, Yogi DMT and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my need-to-know pose, just outside of Area 51,
contemplating the whole chosen people thing, when 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 stepping right on my Birkenstocks, and me yelping, 'Holy fucking shit!'
Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa
did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of 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 fucking pants.')
So light in his way, like an apparition, he had me crying out,
'Fuck me, it's got to be deadhead chemistry,
The blotter got right on top of me, got me seeing E motherfucking T.'
(And after calming me down with some Orange Slices and some foetal spooning, ET 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 fucking high school.)
You'd better listen.
When 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 that he floated away,
See my heart is pounding cause this shit never happens to me.
Can't breathe right now, it was so real, like I woke up in Wonderland,
All sort of terrifying, I don't want to be all alone when I tell the story,
And can anyone tell me why you 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 cause this shit never happens to me, can't breathe right now.
You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I just said, see they're telling true 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 in my bed, feet cold, eyes red, I'm out of my head; am I alive, am I dead?
Can't remember what they said, goddamn, shit the bed.
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position,
Such a heavy burden now to be the one born to bear and read to all the details of our ending,
To write it down for all the world to see, but I forgot my pen, shit the bed again, typical.
Strapped down in my bed, feet cold, eyes red, I'm out of my head; am I alive, am I dead?
Sunkist and Sudafed, gyroscopes and infrared, won't help, brain dead.
Can't remember what they said, goddamn, shit the bed.
I can't remember what they said to me to make me out to be a hero.
Don't know, won't know, goddamn, shit the bed.
INTENSION
Pure as we begin, pure as we come in, pure as we begin, ruled by will alone.Pure as we begin, here we have a stone, gather, place, erase so shelter turns to home.
Pure as we begin, here we have a stone, throw to stay the stranger, swore to crush his bones.
Spark becomes a flame, flame becomes a fire, light the way or warm this home we occupy.
Spark becomes a flame, flame becomes a fire, forge a blade to slay the stranger, take whatever we desire, moved by will alone.
Pure as we begin, move by will alone, leave as we come in, pure as light return to one, move by will alone.
RIGHT IN TWO
Angels on the sideline, puzzled and amused, why did Father give these humans free will, now they're all confused.Don't these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys; well, there's one who's bound to divide it right in two.
Angels on the sideline, baffled and confused; Father blessed them all with reason and this is what they chose.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys given thumbs, they forge a blade and then there's one more bound to divide it right in two.
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys given thumbs, they make a club and beat their brother down.
How they survive 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, cut it all right in two.
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky; fight over life, over blood, over air;
Fight over love, over sun, over another, fight for each other.
Angels on the sideline again, been so long with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again, wondering when this tug of war will end, cut it all right in two.
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