Monday, April 17, 2006

tool plagerized me

...or great minds really think alike.

the new tool song vicarious kicks major ass. however, i was reading the lyrics to the song this morning and something seemd oddly familiar. that's when i realized that tool plagerized a post i had written almost a year ago. you want proof? check these out...

my original post:
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rewind four years to september 11th 2001. admit it. you know what i am talking about. the pentagon is still smoking. the two towers are a crumbled mess. you were waiting. not just waiting. deep down you were hoping for something else. another plane to crash. a building to blow up. another terrorist attack. you listened to the radio in search for more excitement. you turned to the news for info on the next hundred or so dead people. admit it, the higher number of deaths, the more exciting your life had become.

that’s what we are. we are all members of this demented club we call the human race.

rewind two more years. head west to littleton colorado. dylan klebold and eric harris have just killed their classmates and teachers. you were shocked. you may have cried. yet, you found it somewhat exciting. admit it. you liked it. for a while, deep down, you wanted it to happen somewhere else. to give you something to talk about. so you could sit in the break room at work, or in the halls of whatever building you were in, at the dinner table, wherever. you wanted it to happen again.

each death gives us a reason to wake up in the morning. we hate it. we want it to stop. we are disgusted by it. we go to bed and pray that it will end. we wake up and want it to happen again.

now fast forward a few years. fall two-thousand-two. head back east – a handful of miles away from the shadows of the simmering pentagon. john muhammad and john malvo have shot someone. they have shot someone else again. a mother. an elderly man. a child. old. young. black. white. ordinary people like you and mean. once again, just like the previous year, you are listening to the radio. you are tuning in to cnn. who will die next. when will someone die. on the outside you are saying you want it to stop. admit it. on the inside, you are excited. you want the numbers to rise. you are waiting, not out of fear – out of hope. with each death, you have new life. you find it exciting. admit it. you know what i’m talking about.

fast forward. rewind. play it back again and again. put in slow-motion to make it last. every school shooting. every mass murder. every earthquake. every train-wreck. plane crash. the higher the numbers, the more exciting our lives suddenly become. when a pair of new york times reporters discovered that the 9/11 deaths were double than the actual figure. we were angered. how dare they take away our deaths? how dare they take away our excitement.

rewind to last christmas. now fast forward one day. a tsunami has hit a large section of asia. at first it was just a little exciting. admit it. you know what i’m talking about. the first numbers were a little fun. something to mention during sunday’s dinner. 16,000 dead. the next day it got even better. you were shocked, saddened, and even deeply touched by all that happened. inside you wanted bigger numbers. you got your wish, but you wanted even more. you know what i’m talking about. each day the number doubled. each day you had something even better to discuss. you woke up each morning and the first thing you did was check out the latest death toll. once again, you had a reason to get up in the morning. it’s the same with every tragedy. ever mass destruction. you go to bed praying for it to end. you woke up hoping for more. just to wet your lips, they told you disease would later trump the initial figures. you may have donated money and supplies to the efforts, you showed that you wanted the dying to end. inside, you hoped malaria and dysentery and typhoid and cholera would give us something more to talk about.

all this gives us life. gives us hope. hope for more death. this is why we watch the news. we want pictures and images. we look away at first, then we look. and we look again. people jumping out of a plane wrecked skyscraper. bodies bulldozed into mass graves. body bags. blood. frightened children. it’s not necessarily the images, but the hope for the images. the hope for something exciting. something new.

this is why you like movies with mass deaths. independence day. armageddon. return of the king. kingdom of heaven. each of these movies playing out our hopes and dreams. a lot of dead people. none of them you. it’s as old as the bible. just look at noah’s ark. soddom and gomorrah. moses and his plagues. each day the egyptians and israelites had something to be excited for. what would happen next? blood. frogs. locusts. hail. a new plague for a new day. a break from the monotony

if it wasn’t for death and destruction, we wouldn’t have the news. nobody cares about the little happy stories. nobody tunes in to see some kid who won a spelling bee. we tune in to find the latest death tolls. we want to know how much destruction has been caused. we tune in to find out when we can tune in for more of it.

all of us. members of this funny little twisted club. this club we call the human race. a club of vampires – thriving and growing from each dying number.

admit it. you feel this same way. each death brings you a new life. a reason to get up in the morning. you know what i’m talking about. living a life through death.

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tool's vicarious lyrics:
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I own 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 he used to poison"

And in his dream He kissed him goodbye That's my kind of story It's no fun until 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 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. Neither the brave nor bold Were writers of this 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 come down. Drawn by grave and mound.

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

La, la, la, la, la, la-la-lie.

Credulous at 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...

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i know. you're still not convinced. let's look at it a little closer.

me: this is why we watch the news. we want pictures and images...people jumping out of a plane wrecked skyscraper. bodies bulldozed into mass graves. body bags. blood. frightened children. it’s not necessarily the images, but the hope for the images. the hope for something exciting. something new.
tool: I own 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 he used to poison"

me: that’s what we are. we are all members of this demented club we call the human race.... we look away at first, then we look. and we look again....we tune in to find the latest death tolls. we want to know how much destruction has been caused. we tune in to find out when we can tune in for more of it.
tool: 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.

me: you turned to the news for info on the next hundred or so dead people. admit it, the higher number of deaths, the more exciting your life had become... each death gives us a reason to wake up in the morning.
tool: 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.

me: admit it. you know what i’m talking about... admit it. you know what i’m talking about... admit it. you feel this same way.
tool: Why can't we just admit it? Why can't we just admit it?...You all feel the same, so Why can't we just admit it?

me: it’s the same with every tragedy. ever mass destruction. you go to bed praying for it to end. you woke up hoping for more.
tool: Credulous at 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.

me: each death brings you a new life...on the inside, you are excited. you want the numbers to rise. you are waiting, not out of fear – out of hope. with each death, you have new life. you find it exciting.... it’s as old as the bible
tool: Devour to survive... so it is, so it's always been.

me: a club of vampires – thriving and growing from each dying number.
tool: We all feed on tragedy. It's like blood to a vampire

me: a lot of dead people. none of them you.
tool: Much better you than I.

15 comments:

  1. This reminds me of the debate on whether or not Pink Floyd actually made their CD "Dark Side of the Moon" sychronized with "The Wizard of Oz".

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  2. I think you are obsessed with yourself. Other people have ideas too--you do not have a corner on the thought market. Those aren't even available in the game of Pit, so good luck finagaling that one.

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  3. that's pretty cool...

    APJ

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  4. Well, I think Leen is right, or, I guess that's what I thought at first. I mean, it's not like you're the first person to realize the things that you expressed in that blog post (though I admit that I hadn't heard it expressed as morbidly as that before).

    But the vampire thing... Yeah, Tool totally ripped you off. They're always doing stuff like that.

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  5. It's actually "Eye on the TV".

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  6. Like the song says "Why can't we just admit?", So why can't you just admit that you just wrote an article full of common reflexions by commom people ! I think you are in love with yourself ! Do you like the smell of your own farts ?
    And by the way the Maynard one is written a zillion times better than yours !

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  7. I like the smell of my own farts

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  8. you are a sad pathetic man. i sent tool a mixed tape 10 years ago that could have been the base for most of the tracks on Lateralus.

    get over yourself...im sure they were surfing the web and found your shitty site and decided to steal your lyrics.

    your ego must be the size of Rhode Island and your post was way over the top.

    good luck on the legal action. you should find something better to do with your time...

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  9. why isn't this in the news ... or your page?:

    http://usinfo.state.gov/xarchives/display.html?p=washfile-english&y=2006&m=April&x=20060413191707adynned0.1136438&t=livefeeds/wf-latest.html

    ryan ostler

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  10. lets try this again:

    This should be seen

    ryan o

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  11. Man. This is like the whole nostredomas thing. He was never 100% right about anything.. It was all genralizations. What you wrote really does not portray what tool is saying. You hit a few similar spots.. There are 5 billion people in the world. I am sure a few of those people have put vampire in the same ideas... And "admit it" in the same ideas.

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  12. I think your ideas went into the cosmic consciousness where Tool picked up on them. So indeed, great minds think alike!

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  13. Yea I agree it is all generalization!

    Here's some of my thought on Plagerizing (as posted in my blog)

    "Plagerism, is intellectual property theft. Plagerists are lazy people who pretend that someone else's writing is their own. They are not smart enough to have their own thoughts. (plagerized lol)

    Is anything ever said really our own words or thoughts?
    or just simply a jumbled up mess of some bullshit,
    that we have heard in the past, put together into our own twisted version or reality?
    I mean Really , Who gives a shit?
    I am here to share my thoughts and views, whether they are 100% mine or partially yours.

    When these thoughts and words scramble out of my head, At that very moment of conception they are mine,
    Deal with it!
    Freely Plagerize me................
    This way, I have come just a bit closer to corrupting the world, with my twisted mind........ Muhahahahaha "

    Have fun with that.............
    Plagerized by U

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  14. This post teaches us three things.
    1. Loyd's self absorbtion is reaching alarmingly new heights.
    2. Loyd is no psychologist or he would have realized that his theories aren't new.
    3. Loyd is no poet or his post would have been as concise as Tool's song.

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  15. I think this last comment (which is not much different from other comments) tells us a few things...

    1. Some of you shitlickers are too much of cowards to leave a name after trying to mock me.
    2. Many of you don't fucking know me. Else you would know that this post was done in jest.
    3. I never claimed to have original ideas. I never said I was the first person to think this. A Bryant said above "though I admit that I hadn't heard it expressed as morbidly as that before". I'm sure I'm not the first to put these ideas in this way either. If you don't know me, you can all suck my dick. If you do know me, then don't hide behind anonymity.
    3. I never claimed my post to be a master poem. I wrote in a matter of a few minutes. I haven't spend a year fine tuning the words. Even if I did, I'm sure it wouldn't have been as good as Maynard's.
    4. I had sex with all your moms.

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