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    Feb 03, 2022

    01 stinkfist •

    Something has to change.
    Un-deniable dilemma.
    Boredom’s not a burden
    Anyone should bear.

    Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
    and I wouldn’t have
    It any other way.

    It’s not enough.
    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.

    Finger deep within the borderline.
    Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
    Relax, turn around and take my hand.

    I can help you change
    Tired moments into pleasure.
    Say the word and we’ll be
    Well upon our way.

    Blend and balance
    Pain and comfort
    Deep within you
    Till you will not have me any other way.

    It’s not enough.
    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.

    Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
    This may hurt a little but it’s something you’ll get used to.
    Relax. Slip away.

    Something kinda sad about
    the way that things have come to be.
    Desensitized to everything.
    What became of subtlety?

    How can it mean anything to me
    If I really don’t feel anything at all?

    I’ll keep digging till
    I feel something.

    Elbow deep inside the borderline.
    Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
    Shoulder deep within the borderline.
    Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

    02 eulogy •

    He had alot to say.
    He had alot of nothing to say.
    We’ll miss him.

    So long.
    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.

    No way to recall
    What it was that you had said to me,
    Like I care at all.

    So loud.
    You sure could yell.
    You took a stand on every little thing
    And so loud.

    Standing above the crowd,
    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.

    Will you? Will you now?
    Would you die for me?
    Don’t you fuckin lie.

    Don’t you step out of line.
    Don’t you fuckin lie.

    You’ve claimed all this time that you would die for me.
    Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?

    You had alot to say.
    You had alot of nothing to say.

    Come down.
    Get off your fuckin cross.
    We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.

    To ascend you must die.
    You must be crucified
    For your sins and your lies. [sic]
    Goodbye…

    03 h. •

    What’s coming through is alive.
    What’s holding up is a mirror.
    But what’s singing songs is a snake
    Looking to turn this piss to wine.

    They’re both totally void of hate,
    But killing me just the same.

    The snake behind me hisses
    What my damage could have been.
    My blood before me begs me
    Open up my heart again.

    And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
    Considerately.

    Venomous voice, tempts me,
    Drains me, bleeds me,
    Leaves me cracked and empty.
    Drags me down like some sweet gravity.

    The snake behind me hisses
    What my damage could have been.
    My blood before me begs me
    Open up my heart again.

    And I feel this coming over like a storm again.

    I am too connected to you to
    Slip away, to fade away.
    Days away I still feel you
    Touching me, changing me,
    And considerately killing me.

    Without the skin,
    Beneath the storm,
    Under these tears
    The walls came down.

    And the snake is drowned and
    As I look in his eyes,
    My fear begins to fade
    Recalling all of those times.

    I could have cried then.
    I should have cried then.

    And as the walls come down and
    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.

    I am too connected to you to
    Slip away, to fade away.
    Days away I still feel you
    Touching me, changing me,

    And considerately killing me.

    04 useful idiot •

    There are no words.

    05 forty-six & 2 •

    My shadow’s
    shedding skin and
    I’ve been picking
    Scabs again.
    I’m down
    Digging through
    My old muscles
    Looking for a clue.

    I’ve been crawling on my belly
    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

    My shadow.
    Change is coming through my shadow.
    My shadow’s shedding skin
    I’ve been picking
    My scabs again.

    I’ve been crawling on my belly
    Clearing out what could’ve been.
    I’ve been wallowing in my own chaotic
    And insecure delusions.

    I wanna feel the change consume me,
    Feel the outside turning in.
    I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
    Cleansing I’ve endured within

    My shadow
    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.

    I choose to live and to
    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.

    I choose to live and to
    Lie, kill and give and to
    Die, learn and love and to
    Do what it takes to step through.

    See my shadow changing,
    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.

    06 message to harry manback •

    [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?
    When you kicked out people [out of] your house

    I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
    you know? Asshole. You’re gonna be one of those.

    I [don’t have the] courage
    to kick your ass directly.
    Don’t have enough courage for that,
    I could, you know.

    You know you’re gonna have another accident?
    You know I’m involved with black magic?
    Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
    You think you’re so cool, hm? Asshole.

    And if I ever see your fucking face around,
    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.

    [Bang bang / Deep pain]

    No one does what you did to me.
    You wanna know something? Fuck you.
    I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.

    Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)
    I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

    Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
    a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)

    (1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
    (2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
    (3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!

    07 hooker with a penis •

    I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
    Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
    New tattoos that claimed that he
    Was OGT,
    From ’92,
    The first EP.

    And in between
    Sips of Coke
    He told me that
    He thought
    We were sellin’ out,
    Layin’ down,
    Suckin’ up
    To the man.

    Well now I’ve got some
    A-dvice for you, little buddy.
    Before you point the finger
    You should know that
    I’m the man,

    And if I’m the man,

    Then you’re the man, and
    He’s the man as well so you can
    Point that fuckin’ finger up your ass.

    All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,
    Dumb fuck.
    I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

    I sold my soul to make a record,
    Dip shit,
    And you bought one.

    So I’ve got some
    Advice for you, little buddy.
    Before you point your finger
    You should know that
    I’m the man,

    If I’m the fuckin’ man
    Then you’re the fuckin’ man as well
    So you can
    Point that fuckin’ finger up your ass.

    All you know about me is what I’ve sold you,
    Dumb fuck.
    I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

    I sold my soul to make a record,
    Dip shit,
    And you bought one.

    All you read and
    Wear or see and
    Hear on TV
    Is a product
    Begging for your
    Fatass dirty
    Dollar

    So…Shut up and

    Buy my new record
    Send more money
    Fuck you, buddy.

    08 intermission •

    There are no words.

    09 jimmy •

    What was it like to see
    The face of your own stability
    Suddenly look away
    Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?

    Eleven and she was gone.
    Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
    Eleven is standing still,
    Waiting for me to free him
    By coming home.

    Moving me with a sound.
    Opening me within a gesture.
    Drawing me down and in,
    Showing me where it all began,
    Eleven.

    It took so long to realize that
    You hold the light that’s been leading me back home.

    Under a dead ohio sky,
    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.

    Hold your light,
    Eleven.
    Lead me through each gentle step by step
    by inch by loaded memory.

    I’ll move to heal
    As soon as pain allows so we can
    Reunite and both move on together.

    Hold your light,
    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.

    I’m heading back home.

    10 die eier von satan •

    GERMAN

    Die Eier von Satan

    Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
    Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
    Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
    Ein halbes Pfund Butter
    Ein Teelöffel 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 wälzen und
    Sagt die Zauberwörter
    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 ..

    ENGLISH

    The Eggs/Balls of Satan

    Half a cup of powdered sugar
    One quarter teaspoo 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

    Place in a bowl
    Add butter
    Add the ground nuts and
    Knead the dough

    Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
    Roll in the powdered sugar
    and say the Magic Words:
    “Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim”

    Place on a greased baking pan and
    Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
    …AND NO EGGS

    Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
    …and no eggs.

    11 pushit •

    I will choke until I swallow…
    Choke this infant here before me.
    What is this but my reflection?
    Who am I to judge and strike you down?

    But you’re
    Pushing and shoving me.
    You still love me and you pushit on me.

    Rest your trigger on my finger,
    bang my head upon the fault line.
    Take care not to make me enter.
    ’cause if I do we both may disappear.

    But you’re pushing me,
    Shoving me. Pushit on me.

    Slipping back into the gap again.
    I’m alive when you’re touching me,
    Alive when you’re shoving me down.

    But i’d trade it all
    For just a little bit of
    Piece of mind.

    Put me somewhere I don’t wanna be.
    Seeing someplace I don’t wanna see.
    Never wanna see that place again.

    Saw that gap again today
    As you were begging me to stay.
    Managed to push myself away,
    And you, as well.

    If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
    You minimize my movement anyway,
    I must persuade you another way.

    There’s no love in fear.

    Staring down the hole again.
    Hands upon my back again.
    Survival is my only friend.
    Terrified of what may come.

    Just remember I will always love you,
    Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
    But it will end no other way.

    12 cesaro summability •

    There are no words.

    13 ænema •

    Some say the end is near.
    Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
    I certainly hope we will.
    I sure could use a vacation from this

    Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
    Freaks

    Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
    The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
    Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
    Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

    Fret for your figure and
    Fret for your latte and
    Fret for your hairpiece and
    Fret for your lawsuit and
    Fret for your prozac and
    Fret for your pilot and
    Fret for your contract and
    Fret for your car.

    It’s a
    Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
    Freaks

    Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
    The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
    Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
    Learn to swim, I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

    Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
    Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
    Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
    Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

    Some say the end is near.
    Some say we’ll see armageddon soon.
    I certainly hope we will cuz
    I sure could use a vacation from this

    Silly shit, stupid shit…

    One great big festering neon distraction,
    I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

    Learn to swim.

    Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.
    Mom’s comin’ round to put it back the way it ought to be.

    Learn to swim.

    Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
    Fuck all his clones.
    Fuck all those gun-toting
    Hip gangster wannabes.

    Learn to swim.

    Fuck retro anything.
    Fuck your tattoos.
    Fuck all you junkies and
    Fuck your short memory.

    Learn to swim.

    Fuck smiley glad-hands
    With hidden agendas.
    Fuck these dysfunctional,
    Insecure actresses.

    Learn to swim.

    Cuz I’m praying for rain
    And I’m praying for tidal waves
    I wanna see the ground give way.
    I wanna watch it all go down.
    Mom please flush it all away.
    I wanna watch it go right in and down.
    I wanna watch it go right in.
    Watch you flush it all away.

    Time to bring it down again.
    Don’t just call me pessimist.
    Try and read between the lines.

    I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t
    Welcome any change, my friend.

    I wanna see it all come down.
    suck it down.
    flush it down.

    14 (-) ions •

    There are no words.

    15 third eye •

    Dreaming of that face again.
    It’s bright and blue and shimmering.
    Grinning wide
    And comforting me with it’s three warm and wild eyes.

    On my back and tumbling
    Down that hole and back again
    Rising up
    And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.

    In… Out… In… Out… In… Out…

    A child’s rhyme stuck in my head.
    It said that life is but a dream.
    I’ve spent so many years in question
    to find I’ve known this all along.

    “So good to see you.
    I’ve missed you so much.
    So glad it’s over.
    I’ve missed you so much
    Came out to watch you play.
    Why are you running?”

    Shroud-ing all the ground around me
    Is this holy crow above me.
    Black as holes within a memory
    And blue as our new second sun.
    I stick my hand into his shadow
    To pull the pieces from the sand.
    Which I attempt to reassemble
    To see just who I might have been.
    I do not recognize the vessel,
    But the eyes seem so familiar.
    Like phosphorescent desert buttons
    Singing one familiar song…

    “So good to see you.
    I’ve missed you so much.
    So glad it’s over.
    I’ve missed you so much.
    Came out to watch you play.
    Why are you running away?”

    Prying open my third eye.
    So good to see you once again.
    I thought that you were hiding.
    And you thought that I had run away.
    Chasing the tail of dogma.
    I opened my eye and there we were.

    So good to see you once again
    I thought that you were hiding from me.
    And you thought that I had run away.
    Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.

    Prying open my third eye

    00 transcription credits •

    Maynard James Keenan (01 – 05, 07 – 09, 11 – 15)

    These are the lyrics straight from the source.
    They form a blueprint for each performance of each song.
    They may vary at times, but the above words were typed
    by the guy who sings them. Let them be your starting point.

    Ryan Adam (06)
    Chris Jenkins (06)
    John Roumanis (06)
    Giuliano Golfieri (06)

    Denis Hoffmann (10, German)
    Mr Punch (10, English)