Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Hooker with a Penis

I've been thinking a lot lately about personal freedom.

We all see things differently and feel things differently -- but what makes one's personal choices (freedoms) superior to others'?  Where does this sense of entitlement come from? Why do some people think if you don't agree with their position that you are wrong? Why can't we just be different?

"My right is my right, like my life is my life. All I have is my life." (Bob Marley)


Personal freedom is an expansive topic. However, from Jesus Christ to Bob Marley to Tool, the theme stays the same:

It's about personal choices and we all have the right to make our own choices without being persecuted by people who have made different choices.

I think I'll be delving further into this in the future. Sometimes I wish I was still in college so I would have a legitimate reason for writing research papers on topics like this.

But for now, I haven't been able to get enough of this song. Jason and I have practically blown the speakers on every piece of audio equipment we have listening to it.

LOUD.

But of course, the only way to listen to Tool is LOUD.

(I especially like the growling lyrics at the end coupled with the insane double bass drum pounding out the angst.)

Check it out - "Hooker with a Penis" by Tool from Aenima album.

It's a genius little diddy about the pot calling the kettle black.



I met a boy wearing Vans, 501's, and a
Dope Beastie tee, nipple rings, new tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT,
After '92,
From The first EP.

And in between
Sips of Coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out,
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the man.

Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

And if I'm the man,
Then you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the man,

If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.

All you know about me is what I've sold you,
Dumb fuck.
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.

I sold my soul to make a record,
Dip shit,
And you bought one.

All you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on TV
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
Dollar

So...Shut up and
Buy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy.

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