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Monday, September 26, 2011

new meaning.

Music has transcended above every painful moment in my life. The notes were always there to melt away the walls... and the words, well they let me climb right over and escape with them. I was lifted on an adventure to anywhere but where I was. One night, over 5 years ago, I was sitting with a few friends, on a dirty mattress, in a room that had barely escaped collapse after a tapestry on the wall had caught fire the previous night (we had already decided the black streaks were burned in the likeness of angel wings). There were bongs, pipes, lungs, grinders and papers of every kind littering the makeshift shelf above us. A stained towel covered the only window. In the far corner there were a few empty spray paint canisters, the same ones used to tag every street corner, fence or stop sign with one of our graffiti names. I am a little embarrassed to admit I called myself the 420 princess, and my friends tell me there are a few spots that have not been painted over. Remnant markings of those days still remain, and today I discovered, remnant melodies as well. On that specific night, one specific song clicked on the computers media player, and we all fell victim to the meaning it sought within each of us. No-one spoke. We just listened. Today, that song struck a part of me again, and flooded my emotions with a very different meaning. I wish I could say it's a song most of you will love, but the reality is, it's probably far from any usual tastes. Instead, I'll just post the lyrics below, the words that drove me to silence that night, and tears today. Words with new meaning.

Schism
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, 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 cuz 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 smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

Between supposed lovers
And I know the pieces fit.


3 comments:

Anonymous said...

FIRST lol

Jan said...

Tool brings back memories of some awesome years that I had - years without a care in the world. Schism and Die Eier von Satan especially (a song that I daresay only unleashes its full potential to you if you speak German).

I have to admit that I never almost burned down a building though; I guess this is somehow connected to me not having a care in the world :)

Patrick said...

I like the song but never knew the lyrics completely. Not sure I understand them. Cold silence means that there is no compassion in the first place. It cannot cause atrophy to something that's not there.

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