Eyes Full of Wonder

There was a time before it all came crashing down... A time when Eyes Were Full of Wonder. The signs were always there like they've been for the last the century...for a millenia or more but we don't heed them. Because ignorance is truly a bliss. 10/21/2019 The Year of #FearInoculum https://youtu.be/MpHk-juNRBE

Now

Will I be allowed of all this? This presence This moment This consciousness Life and experience?  Will I be accepted or despised If I'm not the person I was a moment ago The one I've grown and raised up to be? Will I lose myself and everyone I love? Who is it that wants me...

Daddy Thinks: of music. TOOL: Fear Inoculum – Pneuma (part 2)

For the first couple of times when I heard this piece I purposely tried not to focus on Maynard’s deep lyrics and avoid the sometimes very heavy burden they bring when trying to interpret the message hidden in them. I took my thoughts on a journey accompanied only by the musical landscape and my intuition....

Unique

https://videopress.com/v/guXWqU4u?preloadContent=metadata Alone Covered by wool blankets to keep off the chills Rain beats the roof of the tent playing a tune of power and nourishment The northern wind sings among the pine branches This song of wind and rain It is trembling my little tent It's making me feel small but not forgotten I'm here...

Daddy Thinks: of music. TOOL: Fear Inoculum (single)

Here is the first actual part of Daddy Thinks: of music. This text was originally written in Finnish and published on my FB wall and done pretty fast as to reflect some of my first emotions of the single release. It doesn't have pretty much anything to do with the actual lyrics and story that's...

Commute

Forty six and 2 It ain't the same as 6:42 Commute Freedom or imprisonment I ask myself as the flow goes on And it seems that no-one cares so my thoughts wander to nothingness A simple state yet overwhelming Full of emptiness The steady red, the flashing yellow wake me up from my slumber Colors...

Daddy Thinks: Why, you ask? Because you are.

Earth, water, air and fire All present in a fleeing moment All holy Myself in the middle Wandering, lost soul Destined to search for the meaning Why am I here? The Spinner sings to me He tells me: there is no end, no beginning Just you, the Universe and endless continuum of life and death...