Tool es una banda estadounidense de rock progresivo y metal formada en 1990 en Los Ángeles, California. Con una alineación única y una dedicación ferviente al perfeccionamiento artístico, la banda ha dejado una huella imborrable en la música contemporánea. La combinación de su complejidad instrumental, letras introspectivas y enfoques visuales ha establecido a Tool como una de las bandas más influyentes de su tiempo.
La banda se formó cuando el vocalista Maynard James Keenan conoció al guitarrista Adam Jones. Posteriormente, se unieron a ellos el batería Danny Carey y el bajista Paul D'Amour. La química entre sus miembros fue instantánea, y en 1992 lanzaron su primer EP titulado Opiate.
La respuesta a Opiate fue positiva, logrando captar la atención del público y de la crítica. La mezcla de letras profundas y pesadas guitarras empezó a definir el sonido que Tool perfeccionaría en las siguientes décadas.
En 1993, Tool lanzó su primer álbum de estudio, Undertow. Este álbum destacaría la capacidad de la banda para mezclar agresión y melodía. Con éxitos como "Sober" y "Prison Sex", Tool no solo cosechó una base de seguidores leales sino que también se estableció como una fuerza a tener en cuenta en la escena alternativa y metal.
El álbum alcanzó el estatus de platino, y la banda aprovechó el éxito para ir de gira, consolidando su reputación como una agrupación con presentaciones en vivo fascinantes.
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Third eye (live) Song Lyrics
Third eye (live) by Tool Think for yourself
Question authority
Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening,
terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in
this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the
religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by
giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their
view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and
learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness;
chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.
Think for yourself.
Question authority.
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.