You're a Tool.

You can kill the Revolutionary BUT...

This song needs to be played LOUD! No, seriously it rocks when played LOUD!

Song: Revolution
Artist: Tool



Living on the street shores
He didn't learn and wanted children
Said, "What is there left to stay alive for?"
He doesn't wanna see it...


He didn't wanna deal with it
Here they come, feelings that come as natural
Whatever left, he considered a loss, y'all
He doesn't wanna see it...


Running away, getting some kinda cure
"What is there left to keep him alive?" she said
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him


Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Don't run away, give him your love to save him
Give him your love, give him your love to save him
Give him your love...


You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution

You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution


Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness
Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain

Running...


Lies, negative indoctrination of our good selves
Promote feelings of such hopelessness, powerlessness
Suicide or a slower death from addiction
seemed to be the only way to stop the pain


Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain
Suicide seemed to be the only way to stop the pain


You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution

You can kill the revolutionary
But you can't kill the revolution

I thought I had all of Tool's stuff but I don't have that.

My brother in law saved it to a Festivus gift CD last year, I'd never heard of it before then.

It starts slow, real slow, then builds into a frenzy.

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

over thinking, over analyzing 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 thru to these infinite possibilities
as below, so above and beyond, i imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason
push the envelope
watch it bend

over thinking, over analyzing 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
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
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 and may just go where no one's been
spiral out... keep going