10,000 Days

Vicarious

Eye on the TV

’cause tragedy thrills me

Whatever flavor it happens to be

Like:

“Killed by the husband” …

“Drowned by the ocean” …

“Shot by his own son” …

“She used a poison in his tea,

Then (she) kissed him goodbye”

That’s my kind of story

It’s no fun til someone dies.

Don’t look at me like I am a monster

Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)

Stare like a junkie into the TV

Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,

Watches him die,

Hands to the sky cryin “why, oh why?”

Cause I need to watch things die from a distance

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

You all need it too – don’t lie.

Why can’t we just admit it?

Why can’t we just admit it?

We won’t give pause until the blood is flowin’

Neither the brave nor bold

Nor brightest of stories told

We won’t give pause until the blood is flowin’

I need to watch things die from a good safe distance

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

You all feel the same so why can’t we just admit it?

Blood like rain fallin’ down

Drum on grave and ground

Part vampire, part warrior,

Carnivore and voyeur

Stare at the transmittal.

Sing to the death rattle.

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)

Credulous at best

Your desire to believe in

Angels in the hearts of men.

But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze

And give a listen

Shouldn’t have to say it all again

The universe is hostile

So impersonal

Devour to survive

So it is, so it’s always been …

We all feed on tragedy.

It’s like blood to a vampire.

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies

Much better you than I.

Jambi

Here from a kings mountain view

Here from the wild dream come true

Feast like a sultan, I do

On treasures and flesh never few

But I would wish it all, away

If I thought I’d lose you just one day

The devil and his had me down

In love with the dark side I’d found

Dabblin’ all the way down

Up to my neck, soon to drown.

But you changed that all for me

Lifted me up, turned me round

So I, I would wish this all away

Prayed like a martyr dusk to dawn

Begged like a hooker all night long

Tempted the devil with my song

And got what I wanted all along

But I

I would

If I could

I would

Wish it away

Wish it away

Wish it all away

Wanna wish it all away

No prize that could hold sway

Or justify my giving away my center

So if I could I’d wish it all away

If I thought tomorrow would take you away.

You, my piece of mind, my all, my center,

just trying to hold on one more day.

Damn my eyes!

Damn my eyes!

If they should compromise the fulcrum:

(If) wants and needs divide me

Then I might as well be gone…

Shine on forever

Shine on benevolent sun

Shine down upon the broken

Shine until the two become one

Shine on forever

Shine on benevolent sun

Shine down upon the severed

Shine until the two become one

Divided, I’ll wither away

Shine down upon the many.

Light our way, benevolent sun.

Breathe in union

So, as one, survive

Another day and season

Silence, legion. Save your poison.

Silence, legion. Stay out of my way.

Wings for Marie (Part 1)

You…

You believed …

You believed in movements none could see.

You believed in me

A passionate spirit

Uncompromised

Boundless and open

A light in your eyes

Then immobilized.

Broken

Fell at the hands of those movements that I wouldn’t see

Yet it was you who prayed for me.

So what have I done

To be a son to an angel?

What have I done

To be worthy?

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents

Difficult to see you in this light

Please forgive this selfish question, but

What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?

“She never told a lie,

… well might have told a lie,

But never lived one.

Didn’t have a life,

Didn’t have a life,

But surely saved one.”

See? I’m alright

Now it’s time for us to let you go.

10,000 Days (Wings, Part 2)

Listen to the tales and romanticize,

How we’d follow the path of the Hero.

Boast about the day when the river’s overrun.

How we rise to the height of our halo.

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize

Our way into the arms of the Savior,

Feigning all the trials and the tribulations;

None of us have actually been there.

Not like you.

Ignorant siblings in the congregation

Gather around spewing sympathy,

Spare me.

None of them can even hold a candle up to you.

Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won’t see.

But, enough about the collective Judas.

Who could deny you were the one who

Illuminated your little piece of the divine?

And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me;

I’m gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way,

Your way home …

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down

Without you to guide them all to Zion?

What are they going to do when the rivers overrun

Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground.

You were the light and the way they’ll only read about.

I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out.

Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough;

You’re going home.

You’re the only one who can hold your head up high,

Shake your fists at the gates saying:

“I’ve come home now!

Fetch me the Spirit, the Son, and the Father.

Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.

It’s time now!

My time now!

Give me my, give me my wings!”

You are the light and way that they will only read about.

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance,

(With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers.

You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence,

Judith Marie, unconditional one.

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents.

Difficult to see you in this light.

Please forgive this bold suggestion, but

Should you see your Maker’s face tonight,

Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:

“I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one.

Hallelujah, it’s time for you to bring me home.”

The Pot

Who are you to wave your finger?

You must have been outta your head

Eye hole deep in muddy waters

You practically raised the dead

Rob the grave to snow the cradle

Then burn the evidence down

Soapbox house of cards and glass so

Don’t go tossin’ your stones around

You must have been high

Foot in mouth and head up ass

So whatcha talkin’ ’bout?

Difficult to dance ’round this one

’til you pull it out. boy,

You must have been so high

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference

Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent

Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo

(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye

When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must have been high!

Who are you to wave your finger?

So full of it

Eye balls deep in muddy waters

Fuckin’ hypocrite

Liar, lawyer, mirror, show me. What’s the difference?

Kangaroo done hung the guilty with the innocent.

Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo

(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye

When you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must’ve been…

So who are you to wave your finger?

Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at me?

You must have been out your mind

Weepin’ shades of indigo

Shed without a reason

Weepin’ shades of indigo

Liar, lawyer – mirror, for you what’s the difference?

Kangaroo be stoned. He’s guilty as the government.

Now you’re weeping shades of cozened indigo

(Musta) got lemon juice up in your eye

Now when you pissed all over my black kettle.

You must’ve been high!

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Eyeballs deep in muddy waters

Ganja? P-lease!

You must have been out your mind

Lions Conjuring

(There are no words.)

Lost Keys (Blame Hoffman)

Nurse: Excuse me, doctor, do you have a moment?

Doctor: A moment? What’s the question?

Nurse: More of a situation, a gentleman in Exam 3.

Doctor: What’s the problem?

Nurse: That is the problem: we’re not sure.

Doctor: You’ve got the chart?

Nurse: Right here.

Doctor: Hmm… not much here, is there?

Nurse: No doctor, no obvious physical trauma, vitals are stable.

Doctor: Name?

Nurse: No sir.

Doctor: Did someone drop him off, maybe we can speak to them? Let’s get some background on this fellow.

Nurse: No ID, nothing, and he won’t speak to anybody.

Doctor: Well, let’s say hello.

Doctor: Good morning, I’m Dr. Watson. How are you today? How are you today? Look son, you’re in a safe place, we want to help you, in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us, we can’t help you otherwise. Now, what’s happened? Tell me everything.

Rosetta Stoned

Alrighty, then … picture this if you will.

10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes,

in my “need to know” pose, just outside of Area 51

Contemplating the whole “chosen people” thingy

when a flaming stealth banana split the sky

like one would hope but never really expect

to see in a place like this.

Cutting right angle donuts on a dime

and stopping right at my Birkenstocks,

and me yelping…

Holy fucking shit!

Then the X-Files being,

Looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan

with Isabella Rossellini lips, and breath that reeked of

vanilla Chig Champa

Did a slow-mo Matrix descent

Outta the butt end of the banana vessel

And hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw,

and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip,

and all I could think was: 

“I hope Uncle Martin here doesn’t notice

that I pissed my fuckin’ pants.”

So light in his way,

Like an apparition, [that]

He had me crying out,

“Fuck me

It’s gotta be

the Deadhead Chemistry

The blotter got [right] on top of me

Got me seein’ E-motherfuckin’-T!”

And after calming me down

with some orange slices

and some fetal spooning,

E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.

He said, “You are the Chosen One,

the One who will deliver the message.

A message of hope for those who choose to hear it

and a warning for those who do not.”

Me. The Chosen One?

They chose me!!!

And I didn’t even graduate from fuckin’ high school.

You’d better…

You’d better…

You’d better…

You’d better listen.

Then he looked right through me

With somniferous almond eyes

Don’t even know what that means

Must remember to write it down

This is so real

Like the time Dave floated away

See, my heart is pounding

‘Cause this shit never happens to me

I can’t breathe right now!

It was so real,

Like I woke up in Wonderland.

All sorta terrifying

I don’t wanna be all alone

While I tell this story.

And can anyone tell me why

Y’all sound like Peanuts parents?

Will I ever be coming down?

This is so real

Finally, it’s my lucky day

See, my heart is racing

‘Cause this shit never happens to me

I can’t breathe right now!

You believe me, don’t you?

Please believe what I’ve just said!

See the Dead ain’t touring

And this wasn’t all in my head.

See, they took me by the hand

And invited me right in.

Then they showed me something

I don’t even know where to begin.

Strapped down [to] my bed

Feet cold [and] eyes red

I’m out of my head

Am I alive? Am I dead?

Can’t remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed.

Hey …

Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.

Such a heavy burden now to be the One

Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending,

To write it down for all the world to see.

But I forgot my pen

Shit the bed again …

Typical.

Strapped down [to] my bed

Feet cold and eyes red

I’m out of my head

Am I alive? Am I dead?

Sunkist * and Sudafed

Gyroscopes and infrared

Won’t help, I’m brain dead

Can’t remember what they said

God damn, shit the bed

I can’t remember what they said to me

Can’t remember what they said to make me out to be the hero

Can’t remember what they said

Bob help me!

Can’t remember what they said

[We] don’t know, [and we] won’t know (x12)

God damn, shit the bed!

* though the “official” transcript does say “sun kissed”, this may be one of the many typos on all of Tool’s official transcripts

Intension

Pure as we begin

Pure as we come in

Pure as we begin

Pure by will alone

Pure as we begin

Here we have a stone

Gather, place, [erase, so / a razor]

Shelter turned to home

Pure as we begin

Here we have a stone

Throw to stay the stranger

Swore to crush his bones

Move by will alone

Spark becomes a flame

Flame becomes a fire

Light the way or warm this

Hope we occupy

Spark becomes a flame

Flame becomes a fire

Forge a blade to slay the stranger

Take whatever we desire

Move by will alone

Pure as we begin

Pure as we begin

Move by will alone

Leave as we come in

Pure as light, return to one

Move by will alone

Right In Two

Angels on the sideline,

Puzzled and amused.

Why did Father* give these humans free will?

Now they’re all confused.

Don’t these talking monkeys know that Eden has enough to go around?

Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys

Where there’s one you’re bound to divide it right in two.

Angels on the sideline,

Baffled and confused.

Father blessed them all with reason,

And this is what they choose?

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys.

Give them thumbs, they forge a blade,

And where there’s one they’re bound to divide it right in two.

Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.

Silly monkeys.

Give them thumbs, they make a club to beat their brother down.

How they’ve survived so misguided is a mystery.

Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability

To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.

Gotta divide it all right in two.

Fight till they die over sun, over sky,

They fight till they die over sea, over air,

They fight till they die over blood, over love,

They fight till they die over words, polarizing.

Angels on the sideline again,

Benched along with patience and reason.

Angels on the sideline again,

Wondering where this tug of war will end.

Gotta divide it all right in two.