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Maynard James Keenan: The Art of Work Pt. 4 (Tool, A Perfect Circle, Puscifer)

• August, 2019

WATCH THE FULL SERIES HERE: https://bit.ly/2HgpaVv In the final episode of Revolver’s four-part video series with Maynard James Keenan,

Maynard James Keenan: The Art of Work Pt. 2 (Tool, A Perfect Circle, Puscifer, Caduceus Cellars)

• August, 2019

WATCH THE FULL SERIES HERE: https://bit.ly/2HgpaVv In Episode 2 of our four-part series with Maynard James Keenan,

Maynard James Keenan: The Art of Work Pt. 1 (Tool, A Perfect Circle, Puscifer, Caduceus Cellars)

• August, 2019

WATCH THE FULL SERIES HERE: https://bit.ly/2HgpaVv Tucked in the Black Hills of Yavapai County, Arizona, Jerome has long attracted intrepid characters. In the late 1800s, prospectors descended on the historic town looking to capitalize on its rich copper mines. Over a hundred years later, a different type of pioneer arrived: Maynard James Keenan. The Tool, Puscifer and A Perfect Circle frontman has carved out a uniquely anti-rock-star life in this rugged terrain, filled with winemaking, farming and community building. For two days this past July,

Maynard James Keenan: The Art of Work Pt. 3 (Tool, A Perfect Circle, Puscifer, Caduceus Cellars)

• August, 2019

WATCH THE FULL SERIES HERE: https://bit.ly/2HgpaVv In Episode 3 of our four-part series with Maynard James Keenan,

Machine Head – Davidian

• April, 2012

Lyrics:: Blind man ask me forgiveness I won’t deny myself Disrespect you have given Your suffering’s my wealth I feed off pain, force fed to love it And now I swallow whole I’ll never live in the past Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast Burn my fist to the concrete My fear is my strength Power, rage unbound because Been pounded by the streets Cyanide blood burns down the skyline Hatred is purity The bullet connects at last Let freedom ring with a shotgun

Tool – Ænema

• July, 2011

MESHUGGAH – Bleed

• July, 2011

Tool – Stinkfist

• February, 2011

Life of Agony – Let’s Pretend

• November, 2010

Lyrics:: In the stilness of the night my eyes are closed. My mouth is wide. I could see her face. Her beautifull hair I could recognize. She looks at me cold. She probably don’t know who I am. Mommy it is me, it’s Keith. You had me back when… But sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me, that she holds me. Sometimes I like to pretend, that she knows me, that she holds me. I guess I can’t, ’cause she doesn’t know who