Submitted by Maynard James Keenan;
formatted by Ryan Hill (ryan5@macatawa.org), Kabir Akhtar,
and Adrian (Valas@excite.com)
Something has to change.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
It's not enough.
Finger deep within the borderline.
I can help you change
Blend and balance
It's not enough.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
Something kinda sad about
How can it mean anything to me
I'll keep digging till
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
He had alot to say.
So long.
No way to recall
So loud.
Standing above the crowd,
Will you? Will you now?
Don't you step out of line.
You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
You had alot to say.
Come down.
To ascend you must die.
What's coming through is alive.
They're both totally void of hate,
The snake behind me hisses
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
The snake behind me hisses
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Without the skin,
And the snake is drowned and
I could have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
I am too connected to you to
And considerately killing me.
My shadow's
Shedding skin and
I've been crawling on my belly
My shadow.
I've been crawling on my belly
I wanna feel the change consume me,
My shadow
I choose to live and to
I choose to live and to
See my shadow changing,
Portions by:
* Ryan Adam (whoop@miworld.net)
[words in brackets unclear]
Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)
Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
I [didn't too / don't have the] courage
You know you're gonna have another accident?
And if I ever see your fucking face around,
[Bang bang / Deep pain]
No one does what you did to me.
Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
And in between
Well now I've got some
And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
I sold my soul to make a record,
So I've got some
If I'm the fuckin' man
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
I sold my soul to make a record,
All you read and
So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
What was it like to see
Eleven and she was gone.
Moving me with a sound.
It took so long to realize that
Under a dead ohio sky,
Hold your light,
I'll move to heal
Hold your light,
I'm heading back home.
by Denis Hoffmann (deho0000@stud.uni-sb.de)
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
by Mr. Punch (mrpunch@interlog.com)
Half a cup of powdered sugar
Place in a bowl
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
I will choke until I swallow...
But you're
Rest your trigger on my finger,
But you're pushing me,
Slipping back into the gap again.
But i'd trade it all
Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Saw that gap again today
If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
There's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again.
Just remember I will always love you,
The following songs have no words:
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I feel something.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We'll miss him.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don't cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
We'll miss him.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
We'll miss him.
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
And so loud.
He had a voice so strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin lie.
Don't you fuckin lie.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
You had alot of nothing to say.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies. [sic]
Goodbye...
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
But killing me just the same.
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
Considerately.
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I should have cried then.
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
and will die.
It's all right.
I don't mind.
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
* Chris Jenkins (ChrisJenk@aol.com)
* John Roumanis (yu146227@yorku.ca)
* Giuliano Golfieri (giuly@mv.itline.it)
When you kicked out people [out of] your house
you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.
to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.
You wanna know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go
sucking dicks on a plane!
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
From '92,
The first EP.
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
Dip shit,
And you bought one.
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.
The face of your own stability
Suddenly look away
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
Eleven is standing still,
Waiting for me to free him
By coming home.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
Showing me where it all began,
Eleven.
You hold the light that's been leading me back home.
Eleven has been and will be waiting,
Defending his light,
And wondering...
Where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
So glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading home.
Eleven.
Lead me through each gentle step by step
by inch by loaded memory.
As soon as pain allows so we can
Reunite and both move on together.
Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step
By inch by loaded memory
'till one and one are one, eleven,
So glow, child, glow.
Ein Viertel Teelüffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelüffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier
In eine Schüssel geben
Butter einrühren
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wülzen und
Sagt die Zauberwürter
"Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim"
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier ..
One quarter teaspoon salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
... and no eggs
Add butter
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
...AND NO EGGS
...and no eggs.
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.
Shoving me. Pushit on me.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.
For just a little bit of
Piece of mind.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.