A perfect circle eat the elephant download torrent

Try lifting the stone. Try Extending a hand. Try Walkin your talk or get the fuck outta my way. Moving in and out of the shadows. Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility. Searching your eyes for the saint is an act of futility.

Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace. Float the Piper by and down the river. Carcass crippled underneath The pounding waves of adoration.

Pied Piper float on down the river. Not unlike you to hoist away hoist away your smug grenade. Choice and bed be made. Good night. Sleep tight. Red flag red. All the sentinels are dead -the Tokyo kitty, swallow, rose, and canary. Tickle tickle tickle. All your neck hairs prickle As they barbecue the sentinels and eat them right in front of you. Hour glass smashed into million little pieces.

The count down carry on 5 4 3 2…. Aristocrat breaks down to, Timocrat breaks down to, Oligarch breaks down to, Republocrat breaks down to, No hope left in the hour glass.

All the sentinels are dead. Do you recognize the sounds As the grains count down trickle down right in front of you. Little Tickle tickle tickle. Hour glass smashed into a million little pieces.

Aristocrat breaks down to — Timocrat breaks down to Oligarch breaks down to — Republocrat breaks down to No hope left in the hour glass. Ten niner eight Eight seven six Five four three two Ten niner eight Eight seven six Five four three…. Damages define our border. Wall and manner forged in flame. Knowing little of your wounding, share our mending all the same. Weight of words and wars we carry. Im like you. Sadness, like a pendulum, Pulls us round and to and fro Onus, Fate, and undue odium Armor, anchor, lead, and stone.

Onus, Fate, and undue odium Armor, anchor, lead, and stone. We got places to be. We got mountains to climb. Chase the rainbow with me. Only so much time. Get the Lead out.

Peace Love And Understanding. Counting Bodies Like Sheep. When the Levee Breaks. The Fiddle and the Drum. Power is power. Those living for death will die by their own hand. Power is power the law of the land, those living for death will die by their own hand.

Imagine no possesions, I wonder if you can, No need for greed or hunger, A brotherhood of man, Imagine all the people Sharing all the world…. I ask myself Is all hope lost? Is there only pain and hatred, and misery? And as I walked on Through troubled times My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes So where are the strong And who are the trusted? And where is the harmony? Sweet harmony. So where are the strong? And who are the trusted? For only love can conquer hate.

Picket lines and picket signs. Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply because our hair is long. Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been. You fucking disappoint me!

Waiting to go off. People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully People are people So why should it be You and I should get along so awfully.

In ancient Rome there was a pawn Who followed along and watched it fall He cast a stone, he felt secure He felt that he would never be heard. In ancient Rome there was a pawn Who followed along and watched it fall He cast a stone, he felt secure He felt that his voice would never be heard.

We could all use the money! We need the space! Clean out this place! Jack up the Dow Jones! It can start in New Jersey! Blame it on the middle-class! Sell the rights to the networks! Let our wallets get fat like last time! Give guns to the queers! Step away from the window. Go back to sleep. Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils. Mean old levee taught me how to weep and moan. All last night I sat on the levee and moan. And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend.

And so once again you are fighting us all. And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall. Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum? But I can remember All the good things you are. And so I ask you please Can I help you find the peace and the star. Oh, my friend What time is this To trade the handshake for the fist?

And so once again Oh, America my friend And so once again You are fighting us all And when we ask you why You raise your sticks and cry and we fall. But we can remember All the good things you are. And so we ask you please Can we help you find the peace and the star.

Oh my friend We have all come To fear the beating of your drum. The Nurse who Loved Me. Clever got me this far. Then tricky got me in. Peripheral on the package. Time to feed the monster. Comfort is a mystery. Crawling out of my own skin. Lie to get what I came for. Lie to get just what I need. Lie to get what I crave. Nod and watch your lips move If you need me to pretend Because clever got me this far. Lie to get what I need now. Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of china… White as Dracula as I approach the bottom… so desperate and ravenous.

So glad to see you have overcome them Completely silent now. Now you stand reborn before us all. So glad to see you well. Best to keep things in the shallow end, cause I never quite learned how to swim. Close my eyes just to look at you. Taken by this seamless vision.

I close my eyes. Ignore the smoke. While I just sit and stare at you. Such a lovely color for you. Vanishing like a sigh and slowly Disappear Disappear Vanish, vanish into the air Slowly disappear Never really here. What am I to do with all this silence. Help me if you can. Think about it. Why do you wanna throw it away like this? Why would I want to watch you disconnect and self-destruct one bullet at a time?

Everyone will have his day to die. Medicated drama queen. Picture perfect, numb belligerence. Narcissistic drama queen, craving fame and all its decadence. Lying through your teeth again, suicidal imbecile. Why would I wanna watch you disconnect and self destruct one bullet at a time? Lying to my face again, suicidal imbecile. Disconnect and self destruct, one bullet at a time.

But If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, do it somewhere far away from here. One, two, three Four, five, six Seven, eight, nine Nine, nine, nine Ten, ten, ten, ten. It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it. Say hello to the shrinking in your head. Pharmacy keys. I can see it in her eyes. She acts just like a nurse with all the other guys. Say hello to all the apples on the ground. They were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping.

Some pills and a little cup. Pay no mind what other voices say. I must isolate you. Isolate and save you from yourself. Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums. Stay with me. Safe and ignorant. Just stay with me. Hold you and protect you from the other ones.

Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep. Lost again Broken and weary Unable to find my way Tail in hand Dizzy and clearly unable to Just let this go. I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live. I fell again Like a baby unable to stand on my own Tail in hand Dizzy and clearly unable to just let this go I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live.

Calm these hands before they Snare another pill and Drive another nail down another Needy hole please release me. I am surrendering to the gravity and the unknown Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun I choose to live, I choose to live.

Gotta cut away, clear away Snip away and sever this Umbilical residue, Keeping me from killing you. Give me one more medicated peaceful moment Give me one more medicated peaceful moment. Humble and helpless. Learning to pray. Praying for visions to show me the way.

Show me the way to forgive you. Allow me to let it go. A Perfect Circle initially formed in when Tool vocalist Maynard James Keenan, burned out by the band's legal issues in the late s, offered to sing on material that then-guitar techBilly Howerdel had been writing for his own musical endeavors. Presidential Elections. During this time, Keenan returned to Tool to record and release 10, Days in , and then began working on his moniker for his solo work - Puscifer starting in In December , Keenan first revealed that he and Howerdel had begun writing new material, but that he envisioned it as only being a handful of songs, rather than a full album.

The band publicly declared the band's hiatus to be over in June , [18] playing a handful of live shows that year, a full tour in , and a few festival appearances in Literally, been in my room with no one else around working on these songs.

We tracked years ago. We can be in the same room but we just happen to be communicating about the same track—just in different parts of the country And then usually Maynard writes to it. Then, again, we get the band together into a rehearsal room and work them out.

Howerdel later noted that his writing sessions were particularly prolific, and where he initially wrote the original iterations of the music for a number of Eat the Elephant' s songs that made the final track list. After the slow, on and off sessions for years, work in earnest on the album began in late , with Keenan free from commitments from Tool, Puscifer, and the busy harvest season for wine-making at his winery, Caduceus Cellars.

Sardy helped Howerdel in his approach of presenting music that would appeal to Keenan. The track 'Eat the Elephant' also went through a number of changes and iterations, originally starting as a song for Howerdel's solo band, Ashes Divide. Howerdel later decided to consider it for A Perfect Circle again; working with Sardy to strip down and rework the demo. Keenan then wrote entirely new lyrics and sang all vocals for the track for the album. Tracking recording sessions for the album began in mid , were slowed for a few months while the band went on North American tour, and worked resumed for a final intense period over late and January At least with the finished tracks.

The album touches on themes related to modern societal, religious, and political issues. All lyrics were written by Keenan. A new release is long overdue. In light of this current difficult and polarized social, spiritual and political climate, we artist types need to open our big mouths and share the light a little louder.

But there's definitely a lot of iconic things that go on nowadays that are worth mentioning that I feel like we just take as rote, we just accept it like it's standard. It's about reconnecting and taking responsibility for yourself. There's accountability with that and in yourself. What are you doing to help your family? What are you doing to look at yourself and figure out what part of the problem you are?

I don't think any of this stuff is going to be fixed. Pointing a finger at Trump isn't going to get anything done. And yeah, he's a buffoon. He's not the only buffoon.

Cutting the head off the snake's not going to do shit.