Can someone please PM me the link to Vicarious?

Ding ding ding. I think we found the winner.

yep, i think that sounds just about right, good job.

Yeah, i've saved that as official aswell.

these lyrics are so aggressive and hateful. there seems to be so much anger in the entire song. AND I LOVE IT.

Listened again, and I definately hear during the tv talking part, someone saying ...
"shot by his own son on may 6th"
Anyone else hear this?

Couple things most of us are getting wrong:

First verse:

shot by his own son,
she used a poison in his tea,
then kissed him goodbye

First chorus:

I need to watch things die from a distance
vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
you all need it to enjoy life

Last verse:

credulous, divest your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men

There's some other stuff that's definitely wrong, but I don't have anything better at the moment. Seems like Maynard is trying to tell us we have an obsession with human suffering and tragedy. We live through it vicariously, though he doesn't really say why.

i beleive it is

"killed by the HUNTSMEN"
not
"killed by the husband"

edit: oh its alreayd changed from that, sorry dudes

neither brave nor bold
right as the story's told

i think the character in the song owns a TV because tragedy thills him

"i own a TV, cuz tragedy thrills me"

anyone?

I went to a Tool group I'm a member on on MySpace and the leader had posted pretty accurate lyrics:

Eye on the TV 'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour it happens to be
Like: killed by the husband, drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son he used to poison

Through this tube, the kills trickle by
This black little story is no fun
Until someone new dies

Don't look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face but with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother
Holds a child, watches him die
Hands to the sky, crying "why oh why?"

Because 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 flowing
Knee to the grave, noble
Writers just tore his soul (?)
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

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, come down
Drum on, grave and round (?)
Caught in the pothole
You're carnivores and voyeurs
Still, heaven sends me to sing to the death rattle

La la la la la la lie
La la la la la la la lie

(inaudiable murmuring)

Credulous, the bestial desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
Put your hand onto your head, please
Believe and give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The end of us is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive - so it is
So it's always been

We all feed on tragedy
Isn't it blood to a vampire?
Vicariously I live while the whole world dies
Watch: me, you, and I

I went through with some quality head phones and edited this some more:

Vicarious

Eye on [or "I own"] the TV cuz tragedy thrills me,
Whatever flavor, it happens to be, like:
”Killed by the husband”, “Drowned by the ocean”,
”Shot by his own son he used to poison in his tea”

He kissed ya goodbye.
That's my kinda story.
It's no fun ‘til someone dies.

Don't look at me like I am a monster.
Thrown out your one face,
But with the other.
Stare like a junkie into the T.V.
Stare like a zombie,
While the mother holds her child.
Watches him die.
Pleads to the sky crying,
"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, or writers to storied soul,
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 come down.
Drown on grave and ground.

Part vampire.
Part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Still have the transmit to [or ta]
Sing to the death rattle.

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

Credulous(ed) at best your desire to believe in,
angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out
your head believes in 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 vampire.
Vicariously, I, live while the whole world dies.
Much better you than I.

[The word "credulous" is not proper with “ed” on the end, but the word itself fits the context, so it could just be a stray syllable]

" you all need it too, dont lie."

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I'm listening with a pair of SR80s and I'm hearing "enjoy life," but I could be wrong.

Get rid of the w, to make it on. Just a spelling mistake, otherwise it's spot on i think.

I think the Brits are hearing "on", and the Americans are hearing "own". ;)..actually, it could be either, each time I hear it, I hear that word differently.


Grammatically speaking he could be trying to say these two things:

"I own the tv [be]cause tragedy thrills me"

or "[I have my] eye on the tv [be]cause tragedy thrills me"

there is some hard to hear lyrics at the 5 min mark i think

From all the contributions here, here's what sounds the most accurate to me:

Vicarious

Eye on the T.V., cuz tragedy thrills me.
Whatever flavour, it happens to be like.
"Killed by the husband",
"Drowned by the ocean",
"Shot by his own son",
"She used the poison in his tea
and kissed him goodbye".
That's my kinda story.
It's no fun until someone dies.

Don't look at me like I am a monster.
Thrown out your one face,
But with the other.
Stare like a junkie into the T.V..
Stare like a zombie,
While the mother holds her child.
Watches him die.
Pleads to the sky crying:
"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?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
Neither the brave nor bold, or writers to storied soul. (?)
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.

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 come down.
Drown on grave and ground.

Part vampire.
Part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Still have the transmitter.
Sing to the death rattle.

Lie (x4)

Credulous, divest your desire to believe in (?)
Angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out.
Your head believes in 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 bood to a vampire.

Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
Much better you than I.

Just some changes to peterpipers transcript:

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, he kissed her good bye.
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.
Stare like a junkie into the TV.
Stare like a zombie,
While the mother holds her child.
Watches him die.
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?"

'Cause I need to watch things die... from a distance.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies.
You all needn't choose your lie.

Why don’t we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'.
Neither the brave nor bold nor right as the 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 come down.
Drum on grave and ground.

Part vampire, part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Still have the transmit(ter).
(Don't) 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.
Pull your head on out,
Your head believes and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it again.
The universe is hostile,
So impersonal.
Devour to survive, so it is,
So its 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.

You guys collectively have it down pretty good so far

the "transmittor" line though, I dont get. I wonder if that isn't something else.

yeah, i don't either. i like M. Sagro's line that says "Still, heaven sends me to sing to the death rattle". after listening it sounds much more like that than transmittor whatever.

& i also think that instead of "the universe is hostile, so impersonal" it's also as M. Sagro's line that says "the end of us is hostile, so impersonal". which, to me, makes more sense and relates to the whole theme of the song.

You guys beat me to it. But . . .

That word is definitely "frown."

i think this part is this...

we wont give pause until the blood is flowing.
neiter the brave nor bold
will write us the story so
we wont give pause until the blood is flowing

edited

This part doesn't seem to fit. It's too happy (for lack of a better term). Every other 'headline' is a tragedy of sorts. I am fairly certain that the part that some people are saying is "In his dream" must be a continuation of the poison line. It doesn't make sense as a new thought.

Also, when I listen, I don't hear any 'm' sound at the end of that line. There is a very open ended ee sound. So I don't believe the word is dream.

But Maynard says stuff so weird that I don't really know.

I think we are getting close, either way.

I have a REALLY hard time understanding lyrics in songs--even songs by "normal" bands where the vocals are much more prominent in the mix. With Tool I can usually barely understand anything in their heavy songs. Guess I'm not much of an aural learner.

So, I was just wondering if anybody had typed up what they THINK the lyrics are yet?

Yeah, I'm going with the poison in his tea thing on this one.

Vicarious

Eye on the T.V., cuz tragedy thrills me.
Whatever flavour, it happens to be like.
"Killed by the husband",
"Drowned by the ocean",
"Shot by his own son",
"She used the poison in his tea
and kissed him goodbye".
That's my kinda story.
It's no fun until someone dies.

Don't look at me like I am a monster.
Thrown out your one face,
But with the other.
Stare like a junkie into the T.V..
Stare like a zombie,
While the mother holds her child.
Watches him die.
Pleads to the sky crying:
"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?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.
Neither the brave nor bold, or writers to storied soul. (?)
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing.

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 come down.
Drown on grave and ground.

Part vampire.
Part warrior.
Carnivore and voyeur.
Still have the transmitter.
Sing to the death rattle.

Lie (x4)

Credulous, divest your desire to believe in (?)
Angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out.
Your head believes in 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.


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Taken from the Vicarious Lyrics topic. >_>

Right as I went to check your reply here I saw the other thread. Thanks a lot, sorry to clutter up the forum guys.

Wouldn't "Frown out your one face"
make more sense?

thanks to all that posted and gave their valuable insight, i believe this is 'the' lyrics.

Eye on the tv
because 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
and kissed him goodbye
it's my kind of story
its no fun til someone dies

dont look at me like
i am a monster
frown out your one face
but with the other
stare like a junkie into the tv
stare like a zombie

while the mother
holds her child
watches him die
hands to the sky crying
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
dont lie

why cant we just admit it (x2)

we wont give pause until the blood is flowing.
neiter the brave nor bold
will write us the story so
we wont give pause until the blood is flowing

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 cant we just admit it

blood like rain came down
drownin grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Still have the transmiters
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
pull your head on out
your head believes in, 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
if we're not, too, a vampire

Vicariously I
live while the whole world dies
much better you than I.

I didn't write that shit. I just copied and pasted.

I think these parts are right:

I own the tv...

She used a poison
In his dream
He kissed her goodbye...

Frown out your one face...

Hands the the sky cryin...

Neither the brave nor bold
Will write us the story so...

Credulous divest
Your desire to believe in...

and whatnot.
That obviously solves those parts as I am right in all things.
No need to thank me.

Final. Clean. Squeeky.

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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 the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies

Don't look me at like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other

Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying,
"Why, oh why?"

Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously I
Live while the whole world dies
You all need and choose your own lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
Will write us the story so
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

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 falling down
Drawn by grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Still have the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

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

Credulous did best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men
But pull your head on out your head
Please 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

Don't look me at like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV

The cover actually makes more sense now.

The "final, squeeky" version looks good to me... but not perfect. The following parts are still up in the air for me:

I own the tv / eye on the TV (either one works, really)

Drownin / drown on grave and ground (makes sense but sounds nothing like either)

Still have the transmitter (transmitter isn't pronounced trans-mitt-ow)

Other than that... nice work.

I like the lyrics.

?? grave ??

=

neither brave nor bold

It's my kind of story
or
Thats my kind of story