I think the biggest problem working with me would be that I'm an only child, and so I have an internal dialogue that goes on that I just assume you can hear.
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Maynard James Keenan
Maynard James Keenan (born James Herbert Keenan; April 17, 1964), often referred to by his initials MJK, is an American musician, record producer, winemaker, and actor, best known as the vocalist for Grammy Award-winning progressive metal band Tool. He is originally from Ohio, but spent his high school and college years in Michigan. After serving in the United States Army in the early 1980s, he attended Kendall College of Art and Design in Grand Rapids. He moved to Los Angeles, California in 1988 to pursue a career in interior design and set construction. Shortly thereafter, he formed the band Tool with Adam Jones. Keenan is also the lead singer of A Perfect Circle. In 2003, he created Puscifer as a side project and has subsequently released three studio albums. Since rising to fame, Keenan has been noted as being a recluse; however, he does emerge to support charitable causes. In addition to his music career, he has performed improvisational sketch comedy and ventured into acting. He currently owns Merkin Vineyards and the associated winery, Caduceus Cellars, which are located in Arizona, where he live
Because as an only child, you have your own little world.
This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. Embrace this moment, remember: we are eternal all this pain is an illusion.
Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused.
I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you, there's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you, there's no other choice. I'm shameless now, I'm nameless now, I'm nothing now, I'm no…
If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. In order to survive you, I must first survive myself.
Something kinda sad about the way that things have come to be. Desensitized to everything. What became of subtlety? How can this mean anything to me..If I really don't feel anything at all?
I may find peace within the emptiness, how pitiful.
So crucify the ego, before it's far too late, To leave behind this place so negative and blind And cynical - and you will come to find that, We are all one mind capable of All that's imagined and all conceivable, Just let the light touch you And let the words spill through, And let them pass right…
I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame, it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.
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…
...music, if it really resonates, will beat somewhere right near your heartbeat. That music will make sense to you...because it's in rhythm with your soul.
At some point, if you're lucky, you realize you're not the story. You're part of the story. The story is much bigger than you