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    Feb 03, 2022

    01 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.

    02 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.

    03 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.

    04 10,000 days (wings pt. 2) •

    Listen to the tales and romanticize,
    How we’d follow the path of the hero.
    Boast about the day when the rivers 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.”

    05 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

    * This line is missing from the official transcription. But here it is.

    06 lipan conjuring •

    07 lost keys (blame hofmann) •

    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.

    08 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

    09 intension • UNOFFICIAL LYRICS

    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

    10 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.

    * The official lyric release has “daddy” instead of “Father.”

    11 viginti tres •

    Be patient…