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Staring into the Abyss: Darkness, the Ugly Truth, and Comfort in the Lyrics of Tool
APR 30 Posted by eheter (http://progarchy.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/tool2.jpg)One of my favorite books is The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli. Anyone having even a passing familiarity with this work knows it is a lightning rod of controversy, with some hotlydebated interpretations. To say that I like this work is not to say I am a fan of methods that are referred to as Machiavellian or that the ends justifies the means (an interpretation that I would hotly dispute). What I like about Machiavellis writing in The Prince is his stone-cold sober look at human nature warts and all, and more generally, the unvarnished truth. Machiavelli has no time for such pieties that people are basically good and, left to their own devices, will do the right thing. He knows better. If Machiavelli were alive today, Im guessing he would certainly identify with the lyrics of some of Tools work. Heck, he might even write their lyrics. Aside from the fact that there were not many hippies in Florence during the early 1500s, its not hard to imagine Machiavelli the lyricist penning this verse from Tools Vicarious: Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen. Shouldnt have to say it all again. The universe is hostile. So impersonal. Devour to survive. So it is. So its always been.
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Machiavelli would have certainly understood the sentiment in the above verse.
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Machiavelli would have certainly understood the sentiment in the above verse. And like Machiavelli, Maynard James Keenan and Tool have no illusions about whether or not there are angels in the hearts of men. They know better. Tool lyrics range from very disturbing (Stinkfist, Prison Sex), depressing (Schism), occasionally weird (the Area 51 acid trip of Rosetta Stoned), and often times take a generally dark view of humanity. If you are looking for happy, sunny lyrical themes, Tool is most decidedly not your band. Before I get into this too much further, I do want to note that I am going to practice a little selfcensorship in this piece, as certain Tool songs contain enough F-bombs and S-bombs to cause a collective nervous breakdown of Tipper Gore and her staff at the PMRC. Ill simply insert asterisks into the F-bombs and S-bombs. My reasoning is that I dont know who reads this site and I dont want to overrun it with curse words, particularly if any minors are reading. Well, that, and the fact that the Dept. of Swearing has informed me I used up a significant portion of my lifetime curseword quota during my six years in the U.S. Navy, and thus need to save the remaining portion of my quota for when it could really come in handy (for example, when my piece of @#*& printer keeps &#!*<?% up). Rest assured, this is not an editorial decision by anyone else on this site, the decision here is mine and mine alone. And one other thing Im not going to get too much into the music of Tool itself, which is typically excellent. Justin Chancellor is an outstanding bassist, and Adam Jones is an exceptionally innovative guitarist. No discussion of the best drummers in the business today is complete if Danny Carey is not included. And few vocalists can convey emotion with the sustained intensity of Maynard James Keenan. Now, lets get back to our regularly scheduled programming. Our Darker Selves When we look at the history of the Rome, we like to think of ourselves as better than those Romans who flocked to the Colusseum. We would never indulge in viewing such violent spectacles, would we? We dont want to see people die or get hurt. Tool isnt buying it, as spelled out in the abovementioned Vicarious: Eye on the TV cause tragedy thrills me Whatever flavor 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
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Thats my kind of story Its no fun til someone dies While Vicarious may appear to some to be more directed to the media and the if it bleeds, it leads ethos, stepping a little farther back reveals that its more about what lurks in the hearts of people everywhere. Now, in fairness, not everybody wants to watch people die, at least not in real life but I think more of us are at least insensitive (if not outright desiring) to the witnessing violence we will admit. In my own personal life, my two favorite spectator sports are American football and boxing both of which are violent and can take a frightening toll on the participants. The issue of concussions and their after-affects is an ongoing story that presently puts a cloud over American professional football. With respect to boxing, most of us are familiar with the plight of once quick-witted Muhammad Ali, now saddled with a severe case of Parkinsons disease. And yet I was thrilled, absolutely mesmerized by his titanic battles with Joe Frazier, especially 1975s Thrilla in Manila, which I have re-watched on numerous occasions despite knowing Alis current condition. Dont 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 Let me repeat that sentiment dont look at me like I am a monster. Several years ago in a conversation with an acquaintance I mentioned that I liked boxing. He asked me how I could watch something like that where the only object (in his view anyway) was to beat the s**t out of each other. That was on a Friday. The following Monday he was raving about a hit from one of Sundays football games, one in which a player returning a punt was wiped out and carted off the field. Why cant we just admit it? Why cant we just admit it? I also remember, later that year, being over at a friends house along with dozens of others to watch the heavyweight title fight between Lennox Lewis and Mike Tyson. When in round 7 a huge right hand by Lewis momentarily separated Tyson from his senses and put him on the canvas for the 10count, a deafening roar of approval erupted. You all feel the same so Why cant we just admit it?
3/15 Human beings are quite good at not merely watching others fight, but becoming participants
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Human beings are quite good at not merely watching others fight, but becoming participants themselves at least at the scale of nation-states and other large organizations having political goals. This lamentable characteristic is explored in Right in Two: Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now theyre all confused. Dont these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around? Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys, Where theres one youre bound to divide it. Right in two. Monkey killing monkey killing monkey. Over pieces of the ground. Silly monkeys give them thumbs. They make a club. And beat their brother, down. Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky Fight over life, over blood, over prayer, overhead and light Fight over love, over sun, over another, Fight The creator has endowed us with a planet having more than enough for everybody, with plenty to spare and in defiance of the most dire Malthusian predictions. While some of our drive to acquisition and the defense thereof is undoubtedly springs from deep seated survival instincts (not easily discarded, even in times of abundance), much of our conflict is still driven by greed, lust, envy, and ideology. In the last century, literally hundreds of millions were slaughtered, fighting over blood, prayer, ideology, whatever. So far, this century doesnt look like it will be much different. For that matter, previous centuries werent that much different either.
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Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability to lift an eye to heaven conscious of his fleeting time here. Indeed. This is not to say that I condone pacifism (I most certainly do not), nor that there is no such thing as a just war. But still, look at us Destruction of Others, Destruction of Self One of the seven deadly sins is wrath. From Wikipedia (stop laughing), wrath may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Tool deals with this deadly sin in 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 em to the lonesome end. (http://progarchy.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/tool-3.jpg) 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 em to the lonesome end. Saturn ascends, comes round again. Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done. Wear your grudge like a crown. Desperate to control. Unable to forgive. And were sinking deeper. Defining, confining, controlling, and were sinking deeper.
5/15 There is so much truth and wisdom in those few verses its really hard to know where to begin. Im
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There is so much truth and wisdom in those few verses its really hard to know where to begin. Im sure most of us have held at least a petty grudge at some point in our lives, particularly when we were kids. With maturity, some will outgrow such grudges and avoid their self-destructive effects. Others will not, or will develop new ones, and will be consumed by them. Thats what grudges do to their holders they consume them. And its not just individuals that hold grudges. Groups of people, from small clans to the largest of civilizations may also hold grudges. Hatfields and McCoys, anyone? And is it any wonder why wrath is among the seven deadly sins? Greed, Gluttony, and General Decadence Greed and gluttony are two more of the deadly sins, and are among the themes explored by Tool in nima. While nima on the surface appears to be an indictment of that hopeless f**king hole we call LA, it could just as well be an indictment of the current state of western culture. LA just happens to be Maynards example (via his friend, the late Bill Hicks) of a bulls**t, sideshow, threering circus of freaks that best exemplifies our decadence. Fret for your figure and Fret for your latte and Fret for your lawsuit and Fret for your hairpiece and Fret for your Prozac and Fret for your pilot and Fret for your contract and Fret for your car. F**k L Ron Hubbard and F**k all his clones. F**k all these gun-toting Hip gangster wannabes. Learn to swim. F**k retro anything. F**k your tattoos. F**k all you junkies and
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F**k your short memory. Learn to swim. F**k smiley glad-hands, With hidden agendas. F**k these dysfunctional, Insecure actresses. Its like shooting fish in a barrel, isnt it? Its been said that politics is downstream from culture. Cue Intolerance, from the Undertow album. I dont want to be hostile. I dont want to be dismal. But I dont want to rot in an apathetic existence either. See I want to believe you, and I want to trust you and I want to have faith to put away the dagger. But you lie, cheat, and steal lie, cheat, and steal you lie, cheat and steal And yet I tolerate you. Veil of virtue hung to hide your method while I smile and laugh and dance and sing your praise and glory. Shroud of virtue hung to mask your stigma as I smile and laugh and dance and sing your glory while you
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lie, cheat, and steal. How can I tolerate you? I cant speak for what goes on in other countries, but for my own, does this not hit the nail on the head as to the state of our current political climate (please, though, no political debates on this site)? While the lyrics above could apply to a number of different institutions, they lend themselves particularly well as a scathing indictment of the current state of American politics and the two wretched parties in control. Alas, we cant just point the finger at the politicians, when we are the ones that keep putting them in power and willingly give them even more after weve put them there. Our guilt, our blame, Ive been far too sympathetic. Our blood, our fault. Ive been far too sympathetic. I am not innocent. You are not innocent. Noone is innocent. Why? So why listen to these kinds of lyrics? Why take in so much negativity, so much anger, and so much darkness? Isnt listening to music supposed to be some form of joyful experience? Isnt it supposed to be entertainment? Well, no, not necessarily anyway. Science attempts to explain the physical world around us. Technology can help us harness the physical world for our benefit. But it is the humanities that grow our minds and convey to us the realities of life that are beyond the reach of science and cant be addressed through technology. Literature, poetry, and film, and other art forms fall under this larger umbrella as do song lyrics such as those discussed herein. Particular ones of Tools lyrics are particularly good at illuminating certain realities of life. It is essential to see the world as it is, warts an all, if one wants to obtain any sort of comfort or inner peace. The great Stoic Epictetus instructed his students to not avert their eyes from the painful events of life, but rather to look at them squarely and contemplate them often. To do so is to free ones self from illusions and thereby avoid the unnecessary pain that otherwise occurs in the inevitable collisions with reality we all have. The world is what it is, not what we want it to be. And as we have already been reminded, the universe is hostile, so impersonal. Some might choose to descend into cynicism and misanthropy upon contemplating the ideas within the lyrics presented. But that is taking the easy way out. Do you actually think Tool is going to let you off easy? Ha. Pffft. Think again.
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The Way Out Nope, Tool isnt going to let you take the easy way out. They arent going to let you fall into the cynical trap. Youve still got work to do. Weve already discussed some of the lyrics of The Grudge above. But even in a song that explores the deadly sin of wrath, Tool lets us know that it is still a choice and that another path is there to be taken: Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or Drags you down like a stone To consume you till you choose to let this go. Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and Transmutate this cold and fated anchor. Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and Transmutate these leaden grudges into gold. Let go. You can be consumed by a grudge, or you can let it go. Your choice. One choice is harder to make than the other one but the harder choice is the only beneficial one. The learn to swim lyric noted above in the discussion of nima above presents an interesting juxtaposition within that song. At first glance, it appears to be a reference to saving ones self when LA falls into the ocean. But reading between the lines, it could just as well refer to learning to be ones self instead of denying that and becoming consumed by stupid s**t, silly s**t. Indeed, while we cannot control the culture or society around us, we can certainly make a conscious choice to not let it drag us down. We can learn to swim to maintain our own personal integrity and dignity. The album Lateralus has a number of songs with lyrics that point to the way out of despair. Take Parabola for example: Twirling round with this familiar parable Spinning, weaving round each new experience Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing A 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 We all deal with pain in our lives, but so much of our pain is indeed illusory. Often times with certain events it is our own perceptions that cause the pain, rather than the events themselves. And sometimes changing those perceptions can do wonders.
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Continued growth of mind is one message to take away from the title track of 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. . 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 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 (http://progarchy.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/tool-spiral-out.jpg) To witness the beauty To bathe in the fountain,
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To swing on the spiral To swing on the spiral To Swing on the spiral of our divinity and Still be a human. Spiral out Keep going Spiral out Keep going Spiral out Keep going Spiral out Keep going The lyrical pattern established in the beginning of Lateralus and carries through to the very end is one that instructs the listener to keep expanding the mind, to step beyond the black and white, to spiral out. Embrace the random also encourages the listener to accept those realities of life which are beyond ones control and not subject to change, and to accept events as they occur. While Parabola and Lateralus are both fantastic songs, it is the 11-minute plus tour de force of Reflection that really points the way out from the cynicism and misanthropy that is too easy to fall into when contemplating some of the harsher realities expressed in songs such as Vicarious, Right in Two, and nima. Reflection starts with us being at rock bottom: I have come curiously close to the end, down 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. But even at the bottom of the hole, even when it all seems lost and hopeless, there is still a glimmer:
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping The moon tells me a secret my confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and A million light reflections pass over me Its source is bright and endless She resuscitates the hopeless Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting And it is from that glimmer the direction is revealed. There is a way out of despair, a way out of the disillusionment, the cynicism, the negativity, out of the darkness that will consume us if we let it do so. And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt Dont wanna be down here feeding my narcissism. I must crucify the ego before its far too late I pray the light lifts me out Before I pine away. So crucify the ego, before its 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 thats imagined and all conceivable. Just let the light touch you And let the words spill through And let them pass right through Bringing out our hope and reason before we pine away. As much as anything, Reflection is about a maturation process, a maturing of the soul and the acquisition of wisdom that comes with it. But, that too is a choice.
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(http://progarchy.files.wordpress.com/2013/04/tool1.jpg)As stated above, its easy to fall into a trap of cynicism. Its easy to hold grudges, and easy to just go along with the wider culture instead of learning to swim. Its definitely easy to take a dark view of humanity while forgetting what is on the other side of the ledger art, architecture, a civilization that is more humane with more abundance than anything imagined by our ancestors, and so on. But taking the easy way out rarely leads to anything good, nor does it get you closer to the truth or lead to real peace of mind. During the writing of this piece, I received an email from a friend with a quote from C.S. Lewis that I think really sums up the message in the lyrics of a number of Tool songs when taken as a larger body of work: If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth, only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair. You certainly will not find comfort in the lyrics of Tool, if thats what you are seeking. If you wish to seek comfort directly, go listen to something else, mindful of the quote above. On the other hand, if you seek truth and are willing to face it, even when its dark and unpleasant, then the lyrics of the various Tool works discussed above should not bother you. Not only will you get a good dose of the truth, you may also find a little bit of comfort as a result. And most assuredly, you will also hear some incredible music by some exceptionally talented musicians.
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In my professional life I am a patent agent, writing and prosecuting patent applications in the field of electrical engineering for high-tech corporate clients such as Apple and AMD. In my home life I am a husband and a father of one son, football fan (the American kind, that is), a reader of history and many other things (avidly when time permits) and a lover of music (progressive rock in particular), among other things. View all posts by eheter Posted on April 30, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged C.S. Lewis, human nature, lyrics, Machiavelli, metal, prog metal, Progressive rock, Tool. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.
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robstroud | May 1, 2013 at 3:59 pm Thanks for the extremely thought-provoking post. Im unfamiliar with Tool, but checked out the lyrics to Opiate. Very strange to my Christian eyes but I will join in the prayer in the chorus: Jesus Christ, why dont you come save my life now Open my eyes and blind me with your light. iangreatorex | May 2, 2013 at 4:02 pm What a fantastic review Erik. Incredible depth. Ive never listened that closely to the lyrics but this requires a total revisit to all their work. Thanks for spending what must have been a considerable time in sharing your thoughts. It would be great to meet up sometime and discuss our love of music over a beer. Ian eheter | May 2, 2013 at 4:06 pm Thanks, Ian, really appreciate that. I did spend some time on it and ended up re-writing a few sections because I wanted to get it right without sounding preachy. But it was a truly enjoyable project, a textbook definition of a labor of love. And yes, I would ABSOLUTELY love to get together for a beer with you and the other Progarchists as well! Pete Blum | May 2, 2013 at 4:02 pm Excellent, Erik! Und keine Eier? Nein!!! eheter | May 2, 2013 at 4:07 pm Thanks, Pete. No eggs, but Ich brauchen ein bier! P.S. thats about all the German I remember, but I figure its enough to survive if I am lucky enough to visit there one day Thaddeus Wert | May 5, 2013 at 1:16 pm Erik, Finally got a chance to sit down and give your essay the attention it deserves wow, what a remarkable piece of writing. I havent listened to Tool, because my first exposure to them was the video for Prison Sex, which I found terrifyingly dark and hopeless. However, a friend of mine who has battled addictions shared A Perfect Circles Thirteenth Step with me, and I was extremely impressed with Keens vocals. Your essay has given me a new perspective from which to explore Tools music. eheter | May 6, 2013 at 12:16 pm
Thank, Tad. I was actually somewhat of a latercomer to Tool as well, as I didnt really start14/15 to
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Thank, Tad. I was actually somewhat of a latercomer to Tool as well, as I didnt really start to listen closely until Lateralus came out in 2001. Once I did though, my eyes were really opened up, not only to some great lyrics, but some incredible music as well. BTW, as a math guy, you might appreciate that the title song for Lateralus that the way some of the lyrics are sung is in an ascending then descending Fibonacci sequence. Thanks for mentionin APCs Thirteenth Step Ive had that disc laying around for a while but have never given it a good listen, but will do so know. I hope your friend is winning his battle.
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