Inspired by Lyrics

These lyrics…these songs together…these musicians…theses pieces of art…they always make me feel the need, the burn, the absolute longing to write, whether it be music or poetry or journalling, Tool always inspires me to write. There is something visceral about their music that grabs hold of my stomach and pulls on my soul. It’s a wonderful feeling.

Music is so important to me and my love for music and the way it makes me feel is one of the original reasons why I pursued a career in music therapy: I know how music makes me feel and I know just how much better music can help me relate to the world so I wanted to share that feeling with someone who may not realize just how powerful music is. I want to help people with music for the rest of my life. There is nothing more in a job that could satisfy me more than music therapy.

Here are some lyrics from Tool. I hope that you find and listen to the music as you read the lyrics. I hope that we can share the feelings the song may bring you.

lyrics by Maynard James Keenan
Written for his late mother and her dream to fly
Music by Tool

Wings of Marie part 1 & 2
You believed in movements none could see.
You believed in me
A passionate spirit. Uncompromised
Boundless and open. A light in your eyes
Then immobilized

Broken, broken
Fell at the hands of those movements I wouldn’t see
Yet, it was you who prayed for me
So, what have I done to be a son to an angel
What have I done to be worthy

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
She never told a lie. Well might’ve told a lie,
But never lived one. Didn’t have a life
But surely saved one.
See? I’m alright, now it’s time for us to let you go.

Listen to the tales and romanticize,
How we’d follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun,
How we’ll rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations,
But None of us have actually been there,
Not like you…

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy. Spare me…
None of them can even hold a candle up to you,
Blind by their own choice, these hypocrites won’t see.

But enough about the collective Judas.
Who could deny you were the one who illuminated
your little piece of the divine
This little light of mine, a gift you passed onto me,
I’m gonna let it shine, to guide you safely on your way.
Your way home…

What are they gonna do when the lights go down
without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they gonna do when the rivers overrun
other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way but all eyes are upon the ground.
You are the light and the way that They’ll only read about
I only pray heaven knows when to lift you out.

10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You’re going home…

You’re the only one who can hold your head up high,
Shake your fist at the gates saying,
“I have come home now!

Fetch me the spirit, the son and the father,
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It’s time now! My time now!
Give me my wings!”…

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
Burden of proof tossed upon the believers.
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,
Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.
Difficult to see you in this light.
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your maker’s face tonight
Look him in the eye and tell him
“I never lived a lie, never took a life,
But surely saved one Hallelujah,
It’s time for you to bring me home.”

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