From: inetpcpete@gmail.com   
      
   [RADIO]   
   'Tool, this is me come in'- I was just drifting by when I heard that familiar   
   beacon. I see the rocks ahead and I have adjusted my course accordingly, thank   
   you as always for the warning, it’s good to see you again.   
   When I spot a lighthouse out here in the dark, I usually just smile, make a   
   quick course correction if needed, then offer up a silent - tip of my hat - as   
   I turn up the volume and drift away to the drum…    
   But not here – “I like to be here when I can”… You understand what I   
   saying don’t you, even though that’s the wrong band? Please forgive any   
   accent, this language isn’t my first, I hope I’m getting through, are you   
   familiar with that    
   verse? I’m from another place, some call it “The dark side of the   
   moon",Just have to adjust the antenna - am I still getting through? They say   
   it’s universal, need something to hold it all together, if I could just find   
   some glue, I’m sure I’d    
   all stick a bit better.    
   I’ve been sailing these waters for 23 years and 7 months now, ever since   
   that English band woke me up, gave me this old boat, and showed me how. It was   
   here in the dark that I discovered your light that pissed off guitar and   
   willingness to fight.   
   Fuckin-A-Right! Just ask any, Tool, fan, they’re more than a guide,   
   they’re one hell of a band!- Now pay attention, I’m trying to dial in,   
   just need to find your frequency, no, I’m sorry I don’t have a pen, can   
   you hear me now, hello; come in?    
   This radio has no buttons, and what language is this, if I could just remember   
   the steps - What was it, Maynard, said? “For a piece to cross me over, or a   
   word to guide me in…”? It’s all here somewhere; I’m sorry, would you   
   happen to have any    
   glue, and if you can, that gentleman over there said he ‘forgot his pen’,   
   now where were we, that’s right, you said “Rediscovering Communication”.   
   I couldn’t agree more, as a matter of fact they said the same thing it was   
   groovy and went    
   something like “Now we can hear ourselves again….”   
   It really does work, it’s all part of the show, and when it turns on you   
   wouldn’t believe the range on this radio! Need to somehow plug it in, it was   
   easier back then, back when I was “dumb deaf and blind” and had “no   
   education”. Always    
   hungry and searching for something, a neglected kid with only truth as a   
   compass, my tunes, worn out shoes and no parental direction. Back then - back   
   when I had everything.   
   It’s just off your shore that ill drop anchor and sit, you me and this   
   shadow, well-shit never mind, he just split. It’s ok though, he’ll be back   
   he’s a part of me after all, and he really has nowhere else to go. You have   
   a way of doing that to    
   him with that pen, how’d you put it? He’s just “shedding skin”?   
    “You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I've just said! See the   
   Dead isn’t touring and this wasn't all in my head. See they took me by the   
   hand and invited me right in”. I believe you, I do and I’ve seen that look   
   before which means you    
   saw it too, they also had a mark, and you’re saying the same crazy shit   
   dude! So many bits and pieces; has anyone seen my fucking glue?    
   “So ya, thought ya, might like to go to the show?” he cleverly asked….   
   At first I did, but now I don’t know, who are you looking at, and what’s   
   up with that needle?  “Just a little pin prick”- he grinned “Come on its   
   time to go…- “   
   They showed me something I don't even know where to begin”. Yeah me too, and   
   I’ve been out here in this boat ever since.   
   They connected some of us somehow - I wasn’t paying attention at first - but   
   it started with a trial. People mumbling in the background “I didn’t come   
   here to be lectured to like this, if they keep it up, I’m calling it   
   quits!”  Then on to our    
   shame, sounds strange I know, but that’s when it rained. “YOU BETTER   
   RUN!” he screamed, and many hid, but the rain doesn’t bother me, it never   
   did… I’ll never run from the truth it’s all I have, my sacred bread, as   
   I sat up in that bed,    
   confronted our shame, then willingly bled…..    
   “You can lose yourself this night, See inside, there is nothing to hide Turn   
   and face the light” There is was, that was the key, that moment you stop   
   fighting, take off that mask, and crash to your knees. No more running, no   
   more hate, no more    
   illusion, no more thin ice on which we skate.    
   So naked, afraid, and alone on that stand, and the terrifying feeling of being   
   vulnerable like that; but so were a few, I could see ‘into’ their eyes,   
   which meant they were 'here' too, something so simple, yet so hard to   
   describe, this beautiful    
   feeling, for the first time alive, ‘connected’ to something sacred, I get   
   it now, the “hazy cosmic jive”!   
   Together in that space, we crawled out of that bed, we shared the same   
   thoughts, right here in my head. We “touched the sound of silence” it’s   
   what Paul, underwent, if you think that sounds crazy, “perhaps that’s not   
   what he meant” look at    
   his next verse, his coded intent.   
   We threw our masks to the ground - discovered our wings - that’s when the   
   wall came down… So united and free, it was there in that timeless magical   
   moment we could finally SEE! We “took a heavenly ride through our silence”   
   Please believe me, we    
   communicated up high -- we really can fly, we can fix all of this, I saw it,   
   we just try...    
   It was all just so incredible, to this day when I look back - I still cry…   
   But the show must go on, and yes, I do get tiered of the waiting, 23 years   
   later and I’m still out here with this old radio translating. If you listen   
   close you’ll pick it    
   up too. See, there’s one there! Its, Gabriel, putting his aeriel up, can you   
   hear it, he’s on the air!    
   That’s when I learned that the music was a key, it opens doors for a few --   
   even a “-lost boy like me”.  –“A soul set free to fly- A round trip   
   journey in your head” And it isn’t just them saying it, so was the Dead.   
   Someone once said “   
   All of you must open your minds and communicate with each other” but we   
   never took that literally, be honest, did you just roll your eyes and look at   
   me silly?    
      
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