O poder da ferramenta!

Ontem eu era provávelmente o único com uma t-shirt não preta no atlântico.
A plateia parecia uma mar negro unifrome. Sem grandes agitações, aguardava-se o poder de uma ferramenta bem afinada.
O primitivismo dos Mastodon abriu as delícias para quem esperava uma grande noite, mas com a dificuldade que era para entrar (pelo menos uma hora e meia de espera na fila), nem deu para aquecer o recinto praticamente vazio.
Mas quando os Tool entraram em palco estava tudo pronto.
Estalou o primeiro som, e todos acordaram para um mundo imaginário, brutal.
Ali havia um encontro de diversas formas de harmonia, que se juntavam num caos matemático.
ao fim de duas horas, estava tudo bem longe daqui, por isso ter custado tanto o fim.
Pena não ter durado mais, mas também, para ser perfeito teria que durar no mínimo 4 horas!

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all i see in my infancy.
red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me.
lets me see there is so much more and
beckons me to look thru to these infinite possibilities.
as below, so above and beyond, I imagine
drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope. Watch it bend.

over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving opportunities behind.
Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line.
Reaching out to embrace the random.
Reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral
to swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I move myeslf between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out. I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.
Spiral out. Keep going.

(lateralus do album lateralus)