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I don't want to be hostile. I don't want to be dismal. But I don't want to rot in an apathetic existance either.See I want to believe you, and I want to trust and I want to have faith to put away the dagger. But 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 lie, cheat, and steal.
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How can I tolerate you. Our guilt, our blame, I've been far too sympathetic.Our blood, our fault. I've been far too sympathetic.I am not innocent. You are not innocent. No one is innocent.
I will no longer tolerate you. Even if I must go down beside you.Because, No one is innocent.Prison Sex.
My compassion is broken now.My will is eroded, and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.I'm on my knees and burning.My piss and moans are the fuel that set my head on fire.So smell my soul burning.I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.I have swallowed the poison you feed me. But I survive on it, and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed. And I feel ugly, and dead inside. Shit adds up at the bottom.You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken.Too much, too far, too late to lie down now.I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections.It's all I have left.There's no other choice.I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now.But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked.I'm naked and fearless.But I'm dead inside.You see.
Shit adds up, now I'm dead inside.Hatred, weakness, and guilt keep me alive at the bottom.Crawl Away. My warning meant nothing.You're dancing in quicksand.Why don't you watch where you're wandering?Why don't you watch where you're stumbling?You're wading knee deep and going in.And you may never come back again.This bog is thick and easy to get lost in when you're a stupid, dumb ass, belligerent fucker.I hope it sucks you down.Wander in and wandering.No one even invited you in.But still you stumble in stumbling.So suffocate or get out while you can.No one told you to come.I hope it sucks you down.Undertow.
Get up and free yourself from yourself.Locked up inside you, like the calm beneath castles, is a cavern of treasures that no one has been to.Let's go digging.Bring it out to take you back in.You won't do what you'd like to do.Lay back and let me show you another way.I'll kill what you want me to, take what's left and eat it.Take all or nothing.Life's just too short to push it away.Take it all.Take it all in.All the way in.Let it go. Let it go in.You won't feel what you'd like to feel.Lay back and let me show you another way.If you knock me down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in.All the way.Take it up higher.4 degrees warmer.Give in now and let me in.You'll like this in Don't pull it out.It brings us closer than dying and cancer and crying.Come on.You can take it all.Just like that.Flood. And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber.And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself.And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest.And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil.One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear.And terror possessed me then.And I begged, 'Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?'
And the angel said unto me, 'These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots!You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust.' And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, 'Hear me now, I have seen the light!They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul!
Damn you!Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!' Can I get an amen? Can I get a hallelujah?Thank you Jesus.Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on.This is necessary.It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch.You looked up at your sky then.That made blue be your color.You had your knife there with you too.When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes.Your hands were sticky.You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green.Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again.Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty.It always hurt you when you woke up like this.You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you.You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it.'
If God is our Father,' you thought, 'then Satan must be our cousin.' Why didn't anyone else understand these important things?You got to your car and tried all the doors.They were locked. It was a red car and it was new.There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods.You began to walk towards them.Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too.
Review Summary: It might not be as theatrical or virtuosic as Tool's subsequent releases, but Undertow is an album so full of rage, so permeated with pure anger, that it's a more than worthy member of the Tool canon.There really is something to be said for the power of raw, unadulterated rage in music. It can save a train-wreck of an album, redeem a flawed one, or give credence to otherwise melodramatic-sounding lyrics. Whilst Tool's first full-length album, Undertow, isn't quite a train wreck, or 'flawed' in any fundamental sense, it really is carried by the sheer, terrifying sense of anger which permeates its dark, oppressive sound-scape, and Maynard's vocals sound so genuinely tortured as to make each fresh listen as harrowing as the last.Undertow opens with a sledgehammer to the face, the savage-sounding 'Intolerance.' This track is the perfect introduction to, and summation of, the sound which Tool went for on this outing, as the riffs are uncompromisingly visceral, the production raw and the vocals are, as aforementioned, about the most furious and wounded sounding as one is likely to come across.
It doesn't quite matter what Maynard's singing on this album (although the lyrics are more than passable throughout) - by the time he's screaming 'LIE CHEAT AND STEAL!' At the end of this first song, the listener's left unsure if they're witnessing some kind of positive catharsis or the sounds of a brutal murder. In truth, it feels like equal parts both. One cannot understate how important Maynard's vocals really are to this album, moreso than with any subsequent Tool releases, as they supply the much-needed humanity to fill the gaping voids of the album's impersonal, in-your-face instrumentation and production.That's not to say that, musically, the album isn't 'good,' per se, just that it's a bit basic compared to what Tool would later go on to do. Sober's main riff (and entire verse progression) is simply based around two chords - but Tool are suitably economical with their sounds that this riff comes off as sounding like the most evil thing imaginable, until you remember that it really is just a chord change and the illusion is subtle.
Still, there are some interesting ideas here; be they the disturbing, almost dark-ambient intro to Flood, or the unexpectedly glorious bass/guitar unison towards the end of the pleasantly titled Prison Sex, Undertow actually has a deceptively interesting offering for the refined musical palate, it's just a bit more stenographically hidden than, say, 10,000 Days in its virtuosity.Frankly, the real appeal of Undertow is fairly difficult to put into words. Everything one would want from a decent grunge/metal album is present and correct here, but on paper it's nothing to write home about, despite being a serviceable release. Upon actually listening, though, Undertow transforms into one of the most harrowing, cavernously bleak and affectingly furious albums I've ever heard. It's successor, Aenima, might well have been 'angrier' in terms of angstiness and typical themes (and is also a better album overall, to my mind) but Undertow has a palpable sense of rage that, at its height, feels so genuine and relatable as to seem almost metaphysical.
So whilst it might be the little brother of Tool's more 'important' albums, Undertow is still more than worthy of carrying the band's name, if only for the terrifying sense of fury that informs every second of this miserable, suffocating but perversely intoxicating release.
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