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[kuangning]

I know the pieces fit, cause 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 cause 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 math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
Cold,
Cold,
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion...
Between supposed lovers
Between supposed brothers
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
And I know the pieces fit


There's something hovering on the edges of my mind again, but I can't find the words for it yet. Till I do... let me just say that where the pieces fit once, they always will. Loss is an illusion, and pain is the result of accepting the illusion of loss. Somebody tried to tell me that once. And someone else taught it to me. Someone else still taught me that anything is possible, if you want it badly enough to make it real. I was a bad student, but today I can say truly that I don't understand it, I know it. I feel it.

This song is mood-altering. Combine it with the giddiness I already felt on waking, and what you get is... lucid dreaming in a waking space. An unwillingness, a refusal, to accept limitations. Nothing's irreparable today, nothing is out of reach, nothing is too shattered, too thoroughly crushed to be restored. Nothing.

It's not a blindness to the illusion of loss. Just a refusal to accept it. On the premise that we're all bound up in the same pattern, we're all facets of the same jewel, and the jewel turns... the facets that turn away out of sight aren't gone. Separation is temporary, restoration is inevitable. It's only a matter of time and point of view.

Comments

[violetvixen.livejournal.com]

thoughts in the mist, you can feel them, you can almost see them to make sence of it but it's brushed asside from your senses by a gust of wind.


hmmm... you have painted a most eludeing picture.

[lasair.livejournal.com]

I too have been listening to a bit of Tool lately. Oddly enough, it seems to be in sync with many peoples emotions at this time. (the only reason I say oddly, is because Ive never really associate Tool with Xmas... But I guess it really does reflect turmoil along with harmony-the ever present holiday irony)

[lasair.livejournal.com]

*grrr*
sorry about the horrid spelling and grammar.

[kuangning]

turmoil? ... perhaps. but not really. while the lyrics talk about separation, the music tells me about restoration. that's the best way I can think of to say it, right now.

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[lasair.livejournal.com]

I mean tool in general
but yes
well, to me, it talks about frustration with the way things are right nowm, and how everything seems to have fallen apart where everything once fit together.
well, that's my interpretation, and my x-mas, so it works for me.

[tequilasunset.livejournal.com]

Beautiful the way you are healing my friend.

I'm in awe with the way you express, and
share your wisdom.

Thank you.