Is everybody in?

"a mass of gallon sloth,
as flies have walls for feet
a rapturous verbatim
someone said but who's to know?

and when you find the fringe,
the one last hit that spent you

you'll find the ossuary spilling by the day"

 

That's nothing like Tool. That's great poetry, but very dense. Startling, evocative phrases...but what the hell are they getting at...I found the other one a lot more accessible. I probably need to "listen" to this one a couple hundred times.

 

these were written by different people.
Jeremy ward is dead, their old sound manipulator, writer...

he was a nut. he wrote the craziest things.
but that's the point...

it's like gibberish, you know

it rescrambles the psyche

 

kinda like that megadose of mescaline I took one night over three decades ago...my psyche was so scrambled that by the time I got to the middle of a sentence I couldn't remember what I had started out trying to say. So maybe that guy's songs could give me the same effect!