"Die Eier Von Satan" lyrics
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Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Im Staubzucker walzen und
Sagt die Zauberworter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Die Eier von Satan
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Die Eier von Satan
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
In eine Schüssel geben
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
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Die Eier von Satan (literally "The Balls of Satan" in German -though "Eier" can mean both "Balls" or "Eggs") is a song by Tool that was released in 1996 on the album Ænima.
The song's lyrics are actually a recipe for space cookies/hash cookies.
The phrase “Sim sa la bim, bam ba, sa la du, sa la dim” originates from the old German nursery rhyme “Auf einem Baum ein Kuckuck” (Atop a Tree a Cuckoo). It also serves as… read more
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Die Eier Von Satan (The Balls of Satan) by Tool
Doran - Toronto, Canada
Jacob - Boise, ID
lauren - dallas, TX
Jonathan - Burton, MI
Comments: 57
Ich wuerde dir tatsächlich empfehlen, doch ab und zu mal eine Tüte zu rauchen oder Sex zu haben oder Delphinen beim Schwimmen zu zu gucken oder was auch immer dich entspannt. Lass aber auf jeden Fall das Politisieren von Musik, dafuer haelt der menschliche Genpool begabtere Exemplare als dich bereit. Chris - German City, Germany
Leave the turkish hash away, add some high proof rum&chocolate and you get THESE: http://www.chefkoch.de/rs/s0/rumkugeln/Rezepte.html
If you take the time to browse all of the 124 variations of the recipe you will discover that NOT ONE, repeat, NOT ONE of them includes eggs, your so-called "vital" ingredient. Maybe MJK one day tasted some balls and they totally beamed him into Mars´ orbit so that he decided to let us participate in his spiritual experience? Whatever, but most definitely there aren´t any Jews on Mars. *sigh*
btw, I recommend not to roll the Balls in powdered sugar but in a cinnamon/instant cocoa powder mix. Tastes great when you don´t overdo it with the cinnamon.
Ah, one last one: these are BALLS, not COOKIES, for cryin´ out loud.
Geez I´m outta here. Chris - German City, Germany
hope Maynard reads this page someday and laughs his ass off like I did! Catherine - City?, Ireland
Une kein eier(In the end they don`t exist).
According to the song lyrics, the special ingredient beside this "incantation" is actually "a knife-tip of Turkish hashish".
Cya Jonny - Berlin, Germany
a mi me gusta la gasoliiiinaaa. dame mas gasoliiiina. a mi me gusta la gasoliiiinaaa. dame mas gasoliiiina. a mi me gusta la gasoliiiinaaa. dame mas gasoliiiina. Manolo - Popotitos
If they were simply singing the recipe, they would probably include the eggs. right? Right.
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Die Eier von Satan
Ein Viertel teaspoo Salz
Eine Hash-türkischen knifetip
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanille-Zucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
150 g gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
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Look. guys. Can't someone make a joke without someone over-interpreting it? Die Eier von Satin is about Hash Cookies. The reason they 're referred to as eggs is because they're somewhat spheroid, or shaped like an egg. The humor is derived from the fact that even though they are called "The eggs of Satan" they have no eggs in them. Additional humor is derived from the fact that most of Tool's audience don't know German. Therefore, due to the tone of voice and the fact that it's in German, it sounds kind of "Nazi", so to speak. Images like these are obviously conjured up from seeing footage of Hitler speeches, etc. When one finds out the lyrics are about making cookies "with drugs in them, hence the Satan reference", the joke comes to fruition.
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It is a recipe for hash cookies.
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
I think this song is poking fun of people who accuse artists of putting hidden 'Satanic' messages in their songs. The song is called 'Die Eier von Satan', or 'The eggs of Satan', drawing attention to Satan immediately. Of course it sounds dark and angry, and spoken in a tongue that most people don't understand, it's easy to believe the hidden meaning to be dark and sinister, maybe even evil. Of course, it is a cookie recipe. What I find amusing is that the recipe repeatedly informs us, "And no eggs." With eggs tied to Satan in the title, it's almost as if the denial that there are eggs is also denying that there is a Satan. There is no Satanic message to be heard here, you're looking for something that doesn't exist. I do appreciate that hashish is part of the recipe. It's almost as if to confirm that. yea, our music does step outside of the bounds of what's acceptable to those who are looking for hidden meanings in songs. All the same, there are no hidden satanic messages to find. That's probably over analyzing it though. It's an awesome song. and makes me want a cookie.
Okay guys this is probably heavily overanalysed but I think that "Eier", as the german word for Eggs, is meant as Balls. So this song describes satans balls. The message is "satan has no balls", but they use hyperbolic language to strengthen the expression. So they try to describe HOW MUCH satan has no balls. A 2:17 song about cookies WITHOUT eggs. Thats like negative one egg (-1 egg). More than just NO eggs/balls. A exaggerating primitive shout out like ("YOU GOT WORSE THAN JUST NO BALLS").
I guess this song is not about insulting satan himself, but satan is just a negative figure. A figure to express this interesting extended form of insult on. German as language might be chosen because it is rather unusual to say eggs in english for the sense of testicles. Im not that sure about the german language reason.
Okay it could be that the song is just meant as a joke or something for people who doesn't understand the lyrics, which would be indeed logical; it could also make fun of the German language in some way, which seem to have the reputation to be "harsh" (at least in America!?), but it might also have a deeper meaning.
So the recipe is the plan for a normal working human with humanity and everything.
The Egg is equal to moral/ethic, thinking indepently and/ or love/ feelings.
And the speaker is a person of the gov. of the Third Reich, prob. Hitler.
By the way, Hitler had probably just one "egg/ball", so it could also be a slight reference to him, holding this speech. (in german you say "eggs" to testicles rather than "balls")
I am german by the way, so sorry for language mistakes.
What I get from it is Tool showing how people will just judge something with out really knowing what it is. When people initially see the song title "Die eier von satan" or "the egg of satan", and then hear the words sounding all dark and evil (perhaps relating to Hitler), they will immediately judge the song as evil. When if they just had a bit more intelligence to not criticize before knowing what it is, they would find out its just a recipe on how to make hash brownies.
This is actually a recipe for cookies that the grandmother of Anton LaVey used to make him when he was just a small boy. They were German and he really loved his grandmother and her cookies. Anton LaVey wrote and published the Satanic Bible in 1969. Kinda cool isn't it? Tool used a lot of art in my view to put all of this together.
I believe this song is just a humorous take on people not opening their minds. however, to those saying "German doesn't equal Nazi", when the German is being spoken in a rantlike fashion, with increasing intensity, and set to a very dark, industrial background, it DOES equal Nazi. From a blond haired blue eyed German.
Lol I love the sound of it and ok no eggs we got it and no egss WE GOT IT and no eggs. WE GET IT NO GOD DAM EGSS. Lol
After much research and study, I'd say there's an bit more subtlety in this song then meets the eye. After some exploration of toolshed, I'm rather certain that more than one member of Tool is an student of an very specific form of mystic Judaism. An important point here. As I recall, the name "eggs of satan" is an parody of something Hitler once said about Jews being "bad eggs" where he cited the old wives tale about how one rotten egg in an batch will contaminate and spoil all the other eggs. Yet, as the song mocks Hitler, it also mocks the folks who harbored anti-German racism around the time of, and after, the world wars, regardless of whether or not said Germanic folks agreed with the Third Reich or not (anyone ever see the flick "U-571"?). Enter why it was specifically recorded in German to sound like an speech by Hitler. The other trick to the song is in the phrase "Und Keine Eir", "And no eggs". It should be noted that if you try to make the hash-cookies in this recipe as Maynard gives it in the song, it won't work, and you'll end up with a nasty looking mush rather than an cookie. You NEED the eggs in the recipe in order to make them right! Enter the other meaning of the song: A world without Jews is like hash cookies with no eggs: it just isn't going to work.
This "song" is simply a lesson in presentation. It is presented in a way where someone who doesn't know German is led to believe it is some sort of hate speech delivered in a manner reminicient of hitler, complete with crowd tracks, etc.
Everyone around me was like OMG what is this crazy Nazi German thing you're playing. I didn't even know what it meant but i recognized 'eggs' and 'bake'. I then proceeded to ROFL. They all didn't know what I was doing until they saw the lyrics. Best day of my life
If you guys do some research, you'll find out it's more than just a recipe. It's comparing Jews to eggs. Without eggs, a recipe is flat. Without Jews, a culture is flat. Basically knocking Nazism (comparing Hitler's Jewless nation to the Balls of Satan - a recipe which fails without eggs).
Ok noone on this fourm has even touch on the posibility on being abbout drugs everyone just thinks it's about nazis it is saying that drugs are evil more evil than satan's lowest and most vial part calling them eggs and the reason they cheer at the end of when he is saying and no eggs its calling eggs the drugs because these cookies are pot coockies and its in german because its calling drugs a hidden evil it sounds evil because they are trying to say drugs are evil and satan is evil in german and it is also saying how drugs ae evil propoganda just like this sounds like and it also relates to how drugies think that anti drug propoganda is evil and how they thinkit is evil its not a joke tool is a very deep band they wouldn't waste album space with meaning less songs but you just don't want to bother thinking because your lazy if you thinks its nazi you are racist against germans and always relate them to what one man convinced them to do in america we have had men who ran his own religion by making them take scyonide in a mass suicide and we are not convicted and refered to as that we need to not be hypocritis and do what others do most people are just idiots who are trying to be smart on a music interprating site not taking it seriously and its really pathetic that you try to think but end up wrighting it off a s a silly joke I usually never say that a interpratation is wrong because its someone's thoughts and they are entiteled to them but this just sickens me that you could even consider this a joke
alright anyone know lateralus? interprete that one and you will understand that you are overthinking it all. maybe he just thought it would be funny eh? im sure he has a sense of humor too.
Tool don't like eggs in their cookies.
I think this song is about how drugs are evil the word Satan also means evil in German so it could also be called the balls of evil saying that they are evil and wrong. The drugs in them is wrong. Every song by tool has a meaning, even the ones with out lyrics or music.
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Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
In eine Schussel geben
Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgro? e Stucke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker walzen und
Sagt die Zauberworter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
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lyrics to "ænima" submitted by maynard to t.d.n, sept 1996
01 stinkfist •
Something has to change.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.
Constant over stimu-lation numbs me
and I wouldn't have
It any other way.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.
I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.
Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not have me any other way.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?
I'll keep digging till
I feel something.
Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice that was strong and loud.
Ranting and pointing his finger
At everything but his heart.
No way to recall
What it was that you had said to me,
Like I care at all.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
Standing above the crowd,
He had a voice so strong and loud and I
Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so
Eager to identify with
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way, with
Someone who would die for me.
Will you? Will you now?
Would you die for me?
Don't you fuckin lie.
Don't you step out of line.
Don't you fuckin lie.
You've claimed all this time that you would die for me.
Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy?
You had alot to say.
You had alot of nothing to say.
Get off your fuckin cross.
We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr.
To ascend you must die.
You must be crucified
For your sins and your lies. [sic]
What's coming through is alive.
What's holding up is a mirror.
But what's singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They're both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
04 useful idiot •
There are no words.
05 forty-six & 2 •
shedding skin and
I've been picking
Looking for a clue.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I've been hiding in
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured within
Change is coming.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I've been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
See my shadow changing,
Stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way
By stepping through my shadow,
Coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two are just ahead of me.
06 message to harry manback •
[words in brackets unclear]
Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda? (1)
Hm? You think you're cool, right? Hm? Hm?
When you kicked out people [out of] your house
I tell you this, one of three Americans die of cancer,
you know? Asshole. You're gonna be one of those.
I [don't have the] courage
to kick your ass directly.
Don't have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.
You know you're gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you. Die. Bastard.
You think you're so cool, hm? Asshole.
And if I ever see your fucking face around,
In Europe or Italy,
Well I'll -- That time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you. Fucking Americans, Yankee.
You're gonna die outta cancer, I promise.
[Bang bang / Deep pain]
No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? Fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. Bastard.
Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana. (2)
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.
Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
a sucare cazzi su un aereo! (3)
(1) Son of a bitch, do you know you are a piece of shit?
(2) Piece of shit, son of a bitch.
(3) Die, piece of shit, and go suck dicks on a plane!
07 hooker with a penis •
I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s, and a
Dope Beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
He told me that
We were sellin' out,
Well now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy.
Before you point the finger
You should know that
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,
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
And you bought one.
So I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy.
Before you point your finger
You should know that
If I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.
All you know about me is what I've sold you,
I sold out long before you ever heard my name.
I sold my soul to make a record,
And you bought one.
All you read and
Wear or see and
Begging for your
Buy my new record
Send more money
08 intermission •
There are no words.
What was it like to see
The face of your own stability
Suddenly look away
Leaving you with the dead and hopeless?
Eleven and she was gone.
Eleven is when we waved good-bye.
Eleven is standing still,
Waiting for me to free him
Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
Showing me where it all began,
It took so long to realize that
You hold the light that's been leading me back home.
Under a dead ohio sky,
Eleven has been and will be waiting,
Defending his light,
Where the hell have I been?
Sleeping, lost, and numb.
So glad that I have found you.
I am wide awake and heading home.
Hold your light,
Lead me through each gentle step by step
by inch by loaded memory.
I'll move to heal
As soon as pain allows so we can
Reunite and both move on together.
Hold your light,
Eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step
By inch by loaded memory
'till one and one are one, eleven,
So glow, child, glow.
I'm heading back home.
10 die eier von satan •
Die Eier von Satan
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
In eine Schüssel geben
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
The Eggs/Balls of Satan
Half a cup of powdered sugar
One quarter teaspoo salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
Place in a bowl
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Form eyeball-size pieces from the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Place on a greased baking pan and
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
I will choke until I swallow.
Choke this infant here before me.
What is this but my reflection?
Who am I to judge and strike you down?
Pushing and shoving me.
You still love me and you pushit on me.
Rest your trigger on my finger,
bang my head upon the fault line.
Take care not to make me enter.
'cause if I do we both may disappear.
But you're pushing me,
Shoving me. Pushit on me.
Slipping back into the gap again.
I'm alive when you're touching me,
Alive when you're shoving me down.
But i'd trade it all
For just a little bit of
Put me somewhere I don't wanna be.
Seeing someplace I don't wanna see.
Never wanna see that place again.
Saw that gap again today
As you were begging me to stay.
Managed to push myself away,
And you, as well.
If, when I say I may fade like a sigh if I stay,
You minimize my movement anyway,
I must persuade you another way.
There's no love in fear.
Staring down the hole again.
Hands upon my back again.
Survival is my only friend.
Terrified of what may come.
Just remember I will always love you,
Even as I tear your fucking throat away.
But it will end no other way.
12 cesaro summability •
There are no words.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this
Silly shit, stupid shit.
One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
Mom's comin' round to put it back the way it ought to be.
Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna watch it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all come down.
There are no words.
15 third eye •
Dreaming of that face again.
It's bright and blue and shimmering.
And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
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
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Maynard James Keenan (01 - 05, 07 - 09, 11 - 15)
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Tool - Die Eier Von Satan Lyrics
Die Eier Von Satan
Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teelöffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze türkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teelöffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfünfzig Gramm gemahlene Nüsse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
In eine Schüssel geben
Gemahlene Nüsse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Augenballgroße Stücke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker wälzen und
Sagt die Zauberwörter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Bei zweihundert Grad für fünfzehn Minuten backen und
Writer(s): Adam Jones, Daniel Carey, Maynard Keenan, Justin Chancellor
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Die Eier Von Satan Lyrics
Die Eier Von Satan Lyrics
Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten
Im Staubzucker walzen und
Sagt die Zauberworter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
One quarter teaspoon salt
One knifetip Turkish hash
Half a pound butter
One teaspoon vanilla-sugar
Half a pound flour
150 g ground nuts
A little extra powdered sugar
Add the ground nuts and
Knead the dough
Roll in the powdered sugar
and say the Magic Words:
"Sim sala bim bamba sala do saladim"
Bake at 200 degrees for 15 minutes
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отправлено 3 года назад автор Flycarious this song is not about anal sex
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