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from The Mars Volta - The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
Came back to doubt yourself but broke in two They find it punctual with idle tooth I'll find something to shake by the roots I crawl along the ceilings in your room The cold is spinning thread to answer you I need something made of freewill [Chorus:] Am I waiting now? Does my waiting howl? Am I waiting now? Does my waiting howl? [x2] I bring an avalanche of toltec bones Contaminated cravings if you choose To play something that aches for a spill Leave out the meat for that contact high Inhale the vapors and let the hangman smile For that something to shake by roots [Chorus] Bring me the tame Witness germinates in the child That word of mouth stutters Blink at the lonely dice [x2] Don't know |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro Que yo si te mato Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate Quien era el mas poderoso (For when I saw you sick with lies This thief, he took notice Trap poorly made of tricks I swear to you And with everyday that passes Remember, Who was the most powerful) Don't let me Don't let me go There is a venom in numerical eyes Your convalescent thorns Upon a crown of maggots Your father shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me Come on and die In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Lend me your comfort Come cry by your side Aye, mi hijo, no me llores porque te qito de esta cruz Ni agachate vi caminado sin la alma de tu cuerpo En los brazos sin luz (Oh my son, don't cry for me Because I'll take you off this cross And don't duck I saw your body walking in the dark without a soul) They scalp our children by seven The border we're watching Where the other three now hide The culprits can't be seen from a premium of glass We shudder in this sigil then you carpe diem-tize Don't let me Don't let me go There is a venom in numerical eyes Your convalescent thorns Upon a crown of maggots Verucca shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me Come on and die In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Lend me your comfort Come cry by your side In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Lend me your comfort Come cry by your side Wait! I've seen the ark shake from your pneumonic tongue But the braile that you weave of itself it shall read aloud Yes it will I said, she's falling, she's still falling But no one wants to come She's crawling, she's still crawling On your burial ground Said, she's falling, she's still falling But no one wants to come I said, she's crawling, she's still crawling On your burial |
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from The Mars Volta - Viscera Eyes (2006)
Por cuando te vi enfermo con mentiras
Este ladron cuenta se dio Trapa mal hecho de trampas te lo juro Que yo si te mato Y con cada dia que se pase recuerdate Quien era el mas poderoso (For when I saw you sick with lies This thief, he took notice Trap poorly made of tricks I swear to you And with everyday that passes Remember, Who was the most powerful) Don't let me Don't let me go There is a venom in numerical eyes Your convalescent thorns Upon a crown of maggots Your father shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me Come on and die In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Lend me your comfort Come cry by your side Aye, mi hijo, no me llores porque te qito de esta cruz Ni agachate vi caminado sin la alma de tu cuerpo En los brazos sin luz (Oh my son, don't cry for me Because I'll take you off this cross And don't duck I saw your body walking in the dark without a soul) They scalp our children by seven The border we're watching Where the other three now hide The culprits can't be seen from a premium of glass We shudder in this sigil then you carpe diem-tize Don't let me Don't let me go There is a venom in numerical eyes Your convalescent thorns Upon a crown of maggots Verucca shakes inside that third glass eye Come on and give it to me Come on and die In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Lend me your comfort Come cry by your side In your viscera eyes Cataracts close the blinds Lend me your comfort Come cry by your side Wait! I've seen the ark shake from your pneumonic tongue But the braile that you weave of itself it shall read aloud Yes it will I said, she's falling, she's still falling But no one wants to come She's crawling, she's still crawling On your burial ground Said, she's falling, she's still falling But no one wants to come I said, she's crawling, she's still crawling On your burial |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive My bones never ache Unless she's near by Where is your face In a safe of dead tongues I can see your reflection In your totem first glare(?) I suspect You've been carrying a pack of wolves A regret Not killing you while I had the chance I know I had the chance Maybe I will always haunt you Mark the somnolence with truth Better hang your dead palace Than have a living home to lose In the river Ganges, God damns my name Don't let these hands Sharpen your eyes A rasp of tails |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
There with them is error
We are sacrosanct A taunting of ravens to you My swarms have fit the holster My faith burnt every house Like no other manger I am emptier with doubt Bare them Sevens Three to a pall Marks the Venom Lush and terminal When I became your larvae You fed me from your plates Now my slouch is nervous Sinking by the face Wrinkled by this gravel Skinless trace of time Wear your cobwebs proudly In your cheap and brittle sight My glands emit this carnage These pews bend back your knees That uniform it wears you When the ultimatum pleads Bare them Sevens Three to a pall Marks the Venom Lush and terminal That cesspool it becomes you Just north of the eyebrows Squat the hole for a pucker When the rations go blonde The salted stitch is patient Waiting to engulf There is plasma from this hoax Pretending to be us Embalming all the fluids I must, I must I prefer to burn it I must, I must |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
now, does it hurt you when you breathe?
sting around the wallet itch a towel was thrown between the ropes sweat inside your eyelids it exorcised the fire from the sky (snakecharmer make them dance again) it exorcised the fire from the sky (make them itch in kerosene dance) prepare your sleep apparatus (x3) prepare, prepare autopsy performed on probable cause and while you sleep they will come and get you tonight (so i guess this is goodnight) you skip with elbowed sobs your palms were soaking wet parched in the stupor elbowed. teach the tutor you peel the scabs incognito with wounds this anecdote fountain it went dry too soon 500 times "I must not talk out of turn" 500 times you skip with elbowed sobs your palms were soaking wet parched in the stupor elbowed, teach the tutor no vents opened but all settlements new a second native for deserved growth (x2) permission to land all systems go propeller snapped decapitated while you slept upon your pillow inertia kisses those around me. autopsy performed on probable cause and while you sleep they will come and get you tonight you skip with elbowed sobs your palms were soaking wet parched in the stupor elbowed, teach the tutor (x2) |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids.
Black and white TV with the sound turned down, Is this mono or stereo? Lending aneurysm. Satisfaction in the fruitless gaze of your Mona Lisa's lazy smile. Trick ourselves in portable stanzas. Black Russian throated on this guillotine cancer. How steep we are. But there's just no telling, Just no telling. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. The sky had blackened with carrion birds. Pinstriped suits and cigarettes, Tapped danced through this tepid burlesque. Their mouths were parched with excess thirst. Bridge and chorus candy curse, Still they snag through the strepthroat verse. Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids. Black and white TV with the sound turned down, Is this mono or stereo? If I had a dollar For every plot that you made, In this bed of nails we made. Trick ourselves in portable stanzas. Black Russian throated on this guillotine cancer. How steep we are. But there's just no telling, Just no telling. Pet sounds filling pet peeve voids. Black and white TV with the sound turned down. Like breathing blood through the lungs of a czar's child. Through the lungs of a czar's child. Through the lungs of a czar's child. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. Savion is under heel, Clicking Morse code through movie stills, Again. |
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from The Mars Volta - The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
> I've seen the only living traces
flicker in the sulphur The ones who do believe me place favor Before you lay your question down there's a matter of the payment to you I slipped on crooked sores in conclaves that you bothered Let me be your tourniquet man Let me keep you as a favor When I hear your fingers they will spell my name as I trade the faces of the holders Let me be your tourniquet man Let me keep you as a favor I can't diminish anymore If I choose to dissolve in you There's so much we can lose |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
Pigeon-holed decision.
Making all my mind's made up. I only colored outside the lines, Because I forgot. Stenciled teen initials That were carved, On the roof of my mouth. Only to mark the words of so-and-so. Fuck so-and-so. So-and-so. I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls, Excreting words meant for this song. Well, I'm kicking in windows. It makes music to me. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. Pallbearer, we are and all that we never get. And all my little pushes fall on your, Deaf! Ears! (x4) Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark. Kicking in these windows. In these windows. It's on the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. It's on the roof of my mouth. Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth. Tickling with contusions. Paper bag masks hiding infantile music. No pictures, Just words. Are you afraid of our books? Illiterate cells, For the valley of mules. Well, I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls, Excreting words just for this song. Well, I'm kicking in windows. And you know what? It just does make music to me. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We must die with dignity. Please get some medication. Simple, it's simple to get. We're gonna die. Pallbearer, we are and all that we never get. And all my little pushes fall on your, Deaf! Ears! (x4) Kicking in these windows. It's on the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. It's on the roof of my mouth. Kicking in these windows. Kicking in these windows. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the words. On the roof of my mouth, I'm gonna mark the... Kicking in these windows. |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
I've been waiting for so long
For someone to Mend all the blame Ive been searching for so long For something to anonymous avenge my name anonymous avenge my name you came here on time I just hope that it's not to late I've seen you at night Biteing the frost of silence Can you cure us of this fate Mock the litany in its face Is that you moatilliatta I've been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous Avenge my name Anonymous Avenge my name Hex zero rouge He'll hybernate no more The altars run dry Prefect dictate your final words does it sting of augur truth was your temple left in ruins is that you moatilliatta I've been waiting for so long for someone to mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous Avenge my name Anonymous Avenge my name This is the altar The one that you let me die in On your knees How you wept Much like omertta The quiet has shielded all intent On the ground it appears Like wrath Avenging the lamb as bait In a bed of nails you made Who made this effigy Is there straw dressed in these fields And now it won't be long I've been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I've been searching for so long For something to Anonymous Avenge my name Anonymous Avenge my name |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
Tell me it's over
Rusbel awaits I've been to the surface And nothing is there Eyelids sank muffled In the nerve aura sound But when she awakes Will she still be with us My heart is darkclots Leap year is late How did you get here Ask all but the bait From a christ that went hissing Constricting his cells We summon by candle by book and by bell Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals The sermon goes mourning Pricking it's hail Slothful the child That preys on the seed Shall behead the drough Wound under sleeves I hope you have room In a thicket of vines Give me a moment To clean what you've stole The streets will hang high Stretch ribs and let taste We'll cover the smell with silver nitrate Mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals Then so long Dear mnemonic Assume the form You've given me and I'll spill Now hold on Just hold my hand Say that they made you But you brought your own leash Tell me no more no Say I'm the last one Outside By the drift You read my will Of thread and itch Failure to comply As failure to decease And still you won't know everything I've built the fall Sulking drained the fall of my pale will Swarming by your steps Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts It only meant to drape a plastic Over the stuck pig scalp of head To cover the sock where the flatline had spread The kiosk in my temporal lobe Is shaped like rosalyn carter She says my map is home again But torn face down I have only but a million blemishes To tell you all about In the end they just gagged me To make him come out Gas me the hind Of your five legged snare Tooth picks the eye But no things there Down drags your waltz Cross the alter top From a sleep that Depravation knew Trespass your form I'm void of dusk I'd ask to look But the mask stays on You'll levitate Teutonic print Cruelty is the wrath Of my instrument In the end they just gagged me To make him come out You locked the cuffs Arsenic erupts Will you drink the shadow Of my red hair You and your false Witness to God You've one in the chamber But your finger got stuck Let slip the sound Of a cry for help But all was lost On the night you walked Palms speak through eyes Serve your memory lost I contaminate with insignias In the end they just gagged me To make him come out Glossolalia coats my skin Glycerin and turbulence Stuffed the voice inside of God Mirrors to the animals Wait till it get my hands on you I won't forget a face that left me Just you wait Till I get my hands on you I can't You won't remember Unwrap my corpse And let it thaw In the eye of the needle I can't get out They'll check my wrist I'll faint a pulse I'm not the human You thought I was If you pet the night Sixth pentacle dice If you roll the seven St. michael dies They'll be no ransom Don't shut my mouth I scald the answer You're afraid of |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
Just as he hit
The ground They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobiquets Riddle me this Flinch stitcheing Aureole Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped The house half the way Fell empty with teeth That split both his lips Mark these words One day this chalk outline will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face A room colored charlatan Hid in a safe Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Only this manupod Crescent in shape has escaped Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are Always the coldest to go |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
You must have been phlegmatic in stature
The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind mans picaresque heart You take the veil You'll take the dive You take the veil It's not over till the tremulant sings These ides of march Are they so make believe How tempts the revenant Slice up and not across You take the veil You'll take the dive You take the veil A mass of gallon sloth As flys have walls for feet A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know And when you find the fringe The one last hit that spent you You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day The iconoclastic had it coming for years They know the prisons that you have yet to fear Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths Adlib your memoires by casting a drought You take the veil You'll take the dive You take the veil A mass of gallon sloth As flys have walls for feet A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know And when you find the fringe The one last hit that spent you You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day Knife me in -hobbeling Talking in it's sleep again Knife me in-hobbeling Talking in it's sleep again The one last hit that spent you And you will find The greatest fucking lie Of aneurysm vespers The ones that pile Up the greatest fucking lies Knife me in hobbling Talking in it's sleep again Knife me in hobbling Talking in It's sleep again Virulent hives- of bedpost piles Vi |
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from The Mars Volta - The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
> My love becomes a mange
dyeing autumn in it's leaves when it broke me in the branch where my antlers come to feed and swam a hundred days in the bosom of this filth carry on this drought as i tighten this belt this deceit has no arms bended will take what's yours calling me she's calling me this it may have come to falter we have become these pleads In a field of balding marble where the medicine awaits the hourglass pokes at the ribs of my cage at half rations im finished at half rations the minutes all that happens was given coil and embrace this deceit has no arms bended will take what's yours calling me she's calling me this it may have come to falter we have become these pleads |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Taser, taser, kindergarten nap, nap time
Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Highchair crumbles unannounced Like a draft from outside Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Beacon shined a light from the faulty tower Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Colossal in tons, unknowing it wants Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Atop this podium built of fixation (They like to choke) All utensils are fixed on you Cranes perched in scows, in the windows they would peek Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Snuck inside the sound of sleep Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland don't sweat the hemorrhaging gland Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Feast upon your illness And let the puppet strings sag Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Atop this podium built of fixation (They like to choke) All utensils are fixed on you (They like it) Atop this podium split the confession Dripping with drool from the nerves Of this sentence Dripping with drool from the nerves Of this sentence Lazarus threw the party Lazarus threw the fight Lazarus threw the party Lazarus threw the fight Snuck inside the sound of sleep Snuck inside the sound of sleep Lazarus threw the party Lazarus threw the fight Cloak a dagger plot Her sovereign majesty Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Bullet ridden with vermin Be it the peasant stark frenzy Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Held onto its tusks, naked and disrobed Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies And the emperor still wears no clothes Pacifier pacifies, yeah it pacifies Atop this podium built of fixation (They like to choke) All utensils are fixed on you (They like it) Atop this podium split the confession (They like it) Dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence Dripping with drool from the nerves of this sentence Confess...confess... Dripping from drool from the nerves of this sentence Confess... confess... Dripping from drool from the nerves of this sentence |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
Pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood.
Can't get yourself ignition. Can't get yourself ignition. Grease-stained parking spot. Embed and loiter bottle tops. Dipped in the secretion of your syphilis flirtation. Must we go, Spell it out? Must we, Go spell it out? Roman candle. Cradles. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradles. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething... "C" is for contraction, Thirty minutes apart. Umbilical agendas In the coup de jat. "C" is for the cul de sac, Tienanmen reverse. Parking all the grandeur In the backseat afterbirth. Grease-stained parking spot. L-l-l-loiter tops. The loiter tops. They're mine. They're dipped in the secretion. We are, Dipped in the secretion. Must we go, Spell it out for you and you and you and you? Must we go spell it out? Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendo. Roman candle. Cradle. Teething dressed in innuendos. Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we?) Do we gotta spell it out? (Do we?) Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) His petty stained glance. Mao Zedong fever in his lint tipton. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) In this cursive dysentery. Mao Zedong fever in his petty stained glance. (Do we? Do we? Do we? Do we?) |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Nothing ever changes.
Except your scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of horsepowered assault. You best keep your pants on, boy. Behind the armor of fault. Homeless makeshift triggers. You'll never walk again. You'll never walk again. In the choked mouths of rivers. Parted like a sea of loaded infertility. Best keep your stitched lips starched in a giggle. Homeless makeshift triggers. You'll never walk again. You'll never walk again. In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... Stitched lips starched in a giggle. In piles of clothing sleep the dead. No wire coat hangers. Never again. Never again. Never again. (Whispered:) (Nothing ever changes. Except your scenery arrangements. In the affectionate hands of horsepowered assault. You best keep your pants on, boy. Behind the armor of fault. Stitched lips starched in a giggle. No wire coat hangers.) Stitched lips starched in a giggle. Stitched lips, starched, starched, starched. Stitched lips starched in a giggle. Never again. Never again. Never again. In piles of clothing sleep the... In piles of clothing sleep the... |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
This time I'm gonna take the collection baby.
And with the money in my hand, I'm gonna purchase all the details. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping. Walking on tiptoed pickpocket fever. Racing up the scales of your thermometer. Turnbuckle tourniquet clotting the moonshine. Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines. I'm singing happy, happy, happy valentines, yeah. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. And when you say... And when she knocked me over, I looked inside the hearse. Sprouting chauvinistic swine, And written were the words. Poking butter with this knife. Allergic to this concubine. Racing by in a '56 Chevy, And we couldn't even pretend, To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive... To be alive. I found feathers in your hit and run nest, yeah. Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping. I found feathers in your Hit and run Nest. |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison
This is the haunt of roulette dares Ruse of metacarpi Caveat emptor....to all that enter here Open wrist talks back again In the wounds of its skin They'll pinprick the witness In ritual contrition The am trinity fell upon asphyxia-derailed In the rattles of... Made its way through the tracks Of a snail slouching whisper A half mass comute through umbilical blisters Spector will lurk Radar has gathered Midnight neuces from boxcar cadavears Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It's because this is Cranial bleeding Leaches train the living Cursed are they who speak its name Ruse of metacarpi Caveat emptor to all that enter here Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It's because this is Ratteling the laughter Hinges splintering inside Bludgeoned to a saddle Rang the cloister bell inside Inside Inside Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It's because this is |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Pinch history feel the pinch blistering
Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening X marks the spot on your calendar days A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs Temper temper temperature Manuscript replica (Cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it) In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face In infrared is how we saw the night that lit up scarecrow plots The nerve that pinches crippled hobbled frolicked flat on its own face Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants Mechanical panaceas absolved by history Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet Temper temper temperature Manuscript replica (cu-cu-cu-cu-cut it) Squirming through cuts in a throat cut it... cut it... |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
of fences with switches
turn them on the moats of your homes poured salt on these slugs mugshot fatigue shimmering pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out tourniquet of gossip on a board of checkered chess salt ring probing in case of emergency stampede is coming mastodon infantry radiate this frequency and show me just what the hell you mean pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out here comes the bride here comes the bride lavender and smothered in black turpentine pacemaker pace yourself you were slowly clawing your way out |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Autonomous machete for hands
Warden and judge hide behind masks Wet raindrop lull Small rationing Exhumed the the rhetoric of Break the weak in single file Sanction this outbreak - a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun Feeding frenzy its contagious Have trigger will travel Single sparks are spectral fires Shackled the grapple and sentinels found Binoculars watch cardboard towns Strung up in webs the net was flung Over the auditorium Slave trade the weak , no call to arms Sanction this outbreak ; a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months And I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun A single spark can start a spectral fire Have trigger will travel |
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from At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept. [single] (2001)
Autonomous machete for hands
Warden and judge hide behind masks Wet raindrop lull Small rationing Exhumed the the rhetoric of Break the weak in single file Sanction this outbreak - a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun Feeding frenzy its contagious Have trigger will travel Single sparks are spectral fires Shackled the grapple and sentinels found Binoculars watch cardboard towns Strung up in webs the net was flung Over the auditorium Slave trade the weak , no call to arms Sanction this outbreak ; a virus conspires Push become shove , days become months And I seem to have forgotten the warmth of the sun A single spark can start a spectral fire Have trigger will travel |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
T-minus 10 seconds and counting
10 seconds to counting T-minus 10 seconds and counting 10 seconds to go T-minus 10 seconds to counting Metronome charisma Keeping time In sling shot tempo Utopia the landfill crawls Omens that back the truth Erase the veins of this dateline As it tells the story Of this roman fracture Space time cliche I can't believe The feeble recipe Civilization tastes so good Nero has conquered the stars No one ever saw the spacesuit togas A wreath around the head Like saturn's rings Stole your recipe The ghostship cemetery We won't lie T-minus 10 seconds and counting 10 seconds to go T-minus Utopia the landfill crawls Omens that back the truth Erase the veins of this dateline As it tells the story Of this roman fracture Space time cliche I can't believe E TU BRUTE unfolding Under the breath Under the fall Caligula time warp Decadence in fleets came rain storming Under threats of gluttony and lies Stole your recipe The ghostship cemetery We won't lie |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
K-k-k-kiss and kill your boyfriend.
And all rich ones too. Rich kids of the world unite. Rich kids of the... Dime on the bleachers, Head says not that far away But the only way up is down, And I keep on falling. Flip it again, But the answer hasn't spared a change. Doesn't matter how much time, You'll never forget that forgetting's required. Served on a platter of fakes, It's inevitable: We're proud to be pricks. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. We're proud to be assholes. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces one by one. Picking up the pieces! Picking up the pieces one by... Don't let it, don't let it ride. Don't let it ride. Don't let it, don't let it ride. Answer. Someone, Anyone. Won't you pick up the pieces You left Behind? Answer. Someone, Anyone. Won't you pick up the pieces You left, Behind? Kiss and kill your boyfriend. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
In the humble stench of nativity,
Hummed the smell of television snow. A faint S.O.S. flickering, Riding on the coattails of your ground zero. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster. Your lover's quarrel ended up in a crawspace. Dental identities will tell us apart. Teeth marked and bounded with sighs. "Step into my parlor." said the spider to the fly. Stable hooved footprints ingrown. Cloak and dagger music blared in ohms of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! Ingrown! More caliber per capita. Ingrown! More caliber per capita. More, more, more, more caliber per capita. More, more caliber per capita. More caliber per capita. Neighborhood footprints ingrown. The daylight savings time will never know. Breakfast table search teams implode. The milk cartons that pour will never know of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold, of this alabaster cold. |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
The proposition
Handcuffed to the park bench Hypodermic people poking Fun at the living It takes the weight out of this It takes the weight out of living Are we just infants that are ripe for the training The opposition Can't feel the tentacle reach Suction cup the numb arms of the elderly Please lift the weight out of this Please take the weight out of living Let's let these walkers trip on Endless proof Pattern against user - dilated Bastard waiting for nothing Circus carny guarding The gates of heaven Like stuck in limbo abduction Wormed our way through Distant earth x 2 This intuition Limps with the cane of suspicion Folding space in the crease Of this page It takes the weight out of this It takes the weight out of - Trickling the ticking of this Grandfather clock The opposition Can't feel the tentacle reach Suction cup the numb arms of the elderly Pattern against user - dilated Bastard waiting for nothing Circus carny guarding The gates of heaven Like stuck in limbo abduction Wormed our way through Distant earth x 2 And if this clock keeps ticking away Will time be hesitated Of all the minutes that were taken away Will your watch be waiting Sand falls through Time portals These landfills - immortals And if this clock keeps beating down Let the branded time keep playing Of all the minutes that were taken away Will your watch be waiting Pattern against user - dilated Bastard waiting for nothing Circus carny guarding The gates of heaven Like stuck in limbo abduction Wormed our way through Distant earth x 4 |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
So we saw,
The opportunities. The stitch and thread, With no down payments. Our neighbors see it through their own eyes. The others hear the story through the grapevine. Well, dot your "I"'s. Cross your "T"'s. This forfeiture's the burden of another, another. And all those friends you thought you had, Are laughing at and not with you. And all those friends you thought you knew, You'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel. Of fuel, yeah. I'm gonna trade it all... Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. All the warmth that a boy can give. With a sheepskin costume, I'm a truant officer. (Unknown) Dot your "I"'s. Cross your "T"'s. The burden of another. Cross your "I"'s. Dot your "T"'s. This forfeiture's the burden of another, another. Dot your "T"'s. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. Well, all the warmth that a boy can give. Sheepskin costume, I'm the truant officer. I got a tank full of fuel. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. All the warmth that a boy can give. The tank full of fuel. Bel Air Colonial Deluxe number five. It's all the warmth a boy can give. Sheepskin costume, And I'm the truant officer. I got a tank full of fuel. |
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from At The Drive-In - One Armed Scissor [single] (2000)
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails In the cargo bay Neutered is the vastness Hallow vacuum check the Oxygen tanks They hibernate But have they kissed the ground Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now Tease this amputation Splintered larynx It has access now Cut away, cut away Send transmission to The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Banked on memory Mummified circuitry Skin graft machinery Sputnik sickles found in the seats Self-destruct sequence This station is non-operational Species growing Bubbles in an IV loitering Unknown origins Is this the comfort of being afraid Solar eclipsed Black out the vultures As they wait Unknown, unknown Unknown, unknown Yeah! Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Dissect a trillion sighs away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember 'Cause I'm a million miles away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember I write to remember I write to remember Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Yes this is the campaign
Slithered entrails In the cargo bay Neutered is the vastness Hallow vacuum check the Oxygen tanks They hibernate But have they kissed the ground Pucker up and kiss the asphalt now Tease this amputation Splintered larynx It has access now Cut away, cut away Send transmission to The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Banked on memory Mummified circuitry Skin graft machinery Sputnik sickles found in the seats Self-destruct sequence This station is non-operational Species growing Bubbles in an IV loitering Unknown origins Is this the comfort of being afraid Solar eclipsed Black out the vultures As they wait Unknown, unknown Unknown, unknown Yeah! Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Dissect a trillion sighs away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember 'Cause I'm a million miles away Will you get this letter Jagged pulp sliced in my veins I write to remember I write to remember I write to remember Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Send transmission from The one armed scissor Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away Cut away, cut away |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
I'm just tired of counting bodies
Is this mausoleum tardy Let's just paint you a pretty face Flies dip tongues into tear ducts In toothpicks fought unborn Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void All veins in highway laps This breath collapsed again This hex was delivered spent Orchestra influenza Drawn and quartered pets It dwells and grows This is the pocket sized edition Rabid sleep through benediction Let's just paint you a pretty face Museums mark their bodies down And the tenants found All the distance in their prefix Contusion is hungry They still eat their young Proto-culture null and void Fever bliss into central nervousness Bitten on the entrance I was bitten on the entrance |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Cut and paste
Were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of New Orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever It paved a wave of distance Between the syntax error From Austin's yellow brick road This is forever From this Texas breath exhaled No sign of relief Cause this you know, this you know This is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever Makes no difference Your alphabet is missing letters Seventeen, embalmed and caskets Lowered into the weather A drizzle, brisk and profound From this Texas breath exhaled Their relief This is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever March 23rd hushed the wind, the music died If you can't get the best of us now It's cause this is forever Strum this broken harp We were struck by the chords Set from their hearts Yes this is forever This is forever Cut and paste Were you sitting down On the beaded impotence of new orleans A hint of suspense when that telephone rings This is forever This is forever This is forever Makes no Makes no Makes no Seventeen, embalmed and caskets Lowered into the weather A drizzle, brisk and profound From this Texas breath exhaled Strum this broken harp We were struck by the chords To your heart This is forever This is because This is forever This is forever It is because This is forever But you can't get the best of us now |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
strike this match
and let loose the oven's breath up the volume that flirts with the UHF swipe the magnets on the audio tape these arsons of grand larceny keep running, keep running in place achilles tendon severed from the race quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral the marble caps lock zip code affiliate you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old set the temperature on delete keep running, keep running in place let's hit the neighborhood today quick to the throat in this ink cartridge funeral marble caps lock zip code affiliate you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old you've got a run on your pharmaceuticals you better change it before the night grows old prescriptions filled now cut your suit and tie cuticles you cut your fingernails way too short what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you what if forensics finds the answers? what if they stole my fingerprints? where did i leave my book of matches? we'll find you |
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from The Mars Volta - The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
> Maybe I'll break down
Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut When will I break down? Lately I might Un-connect the fascination And I just want to touch This is a list They're my demands Forget the question Come on bring your nervous hands You read it in my letter ""Patience worth is dead"" Suffocate the inkwell ""I am legion"" said the pen Her seraph snout And cruciform limp I blame the shrouding of a lesser man My sigil contraptions They walk with no crutches Don't show me the hinges I am absent Maybe I'll break down Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut When will I break down? Lately I might Un-connect the fascination And I just want to touch She came to me When she was pouring out of drool Under sedation Under vulgar multitudes If you stay and try To fix what you did The sheets were wet from all those messages A million petitions Her lock with no key You forfeit the right to be believed Full implant Shapeless as a jewel And I am stranded by eternal solitude Maybe I'll break down Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut When will I break down? Lately I might Un-connect the fascination And I just want to touch The vault that I call home It falls beneath your palms Before I crawl my way out She calls When you're standing right outside my window Water thirsting You're standing right outside my window Water thirsting When will I drown? I'll never get a distant shot Heard vesper pure I never want to see your face Until the word is made flesh You'd better ask Metatron Those flowers that withered away In the pages of your book For one day they won't block your route In the dead plot you dream in Ten go away Ten born of pray Ten go away Folding wormholes My time is riding in the alphabet Folding wormholes My time is riding on the wall In the dead plot you dream in Ten go away Ten born of pray Ten go away Folding wormholes My time is riding in the alphabet Folding wormholes My time is riding on the wall Debase by your sentence I fell in the trap What door slid behind me? I can't see it anymore When she sleeps as a witness Got no better hands Tied a single stutter Do you speak my dialect? Accidents will happen Keep your earnings to yourself One sip under the table Until it moves all by itself In the eye of Fatima I've kept all your dreams In a waking solution of indictment Maybe I'll break down Maybe I'll try Circumvent inoculation And I just want a cut When will I break down? Lately I might Un-connect the fascination And I just want to touch |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
Amputechture came
Philistine praise Bottomless pit of empty names Incarcerated habits poured from the palms Severing the breast Dancing on his arms Beneath those locks Of dirty red hair A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Cascading kisses stalactite stems They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond Where the holiest of water would have you to drown Tomorrow we forget 'Cause now has never left You gotta find my body In the mechacontext You give me a corpse You live in it now You're stir from a camp nourishment plows You give me a corpse You live in it now You're stir from a camp nourishment plows Please dismantle all these phantom limbs It's the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Everyone stabs all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me This dirt is turning christ to make repent again So I've heard They're cutting all the youngest ones Said this dirt is turning christ to make repent his lust So I've heard that the puppet tugs its pull Please dismantle all these phantom limbs It's the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Everyone stabs all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me Nova meat The prude slit whispers of bovine heaps Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers Prunefingers who tug in a zealot's shroud I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house I will scald supreme truth Please dismantle all these phantom limbs It's the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house Everyone stabs all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me Everyone stabs all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse It lacks a human pulse-- don't know for sure now It lacks a human pulse-- don't know for sure now It lacks a human pulse-- ah, ah, ah |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
They'd call it a wasteland
auslander plates you know its armor was human drove stakes into the main camps eyesockets sank into the back of its head again this frequency was jet lagged yes the wrinkles mate with the owner's manual with the owner's manual Frequent flyers in denial and all the while emergency is evident revenants were the statues radar learning of huddled masses CHORUS: sutured all the patients of this nursing home omitted from the pages of this burial ground (x2) labor concentrated in this sheepless chapel(x2) they call it a wasteland they call it a wasteland, baby they call it a wasteland they call it a wasteland, baby they call it a, they call it a, they call it a, they call it a CHORUS (x2) |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
This is the accent of the halfhearted land.
Does it all make sense now? And if the ship was built in bottled sand, Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Does it all make sense now? Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." A mirror was splintered on the decks floor. Does it all make sense now? A stowaway that lived beneath this hull. Does it all make sense now? The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon. Yes, it all makes sense now. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? This tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? Breathe the taste of salt water. Dry-heave up and overboard! Ponce de Leon wrinkles. Let's make it young again! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Boat drinks for captains. Row our boat, stowaway! Is this just a life preserve or a bivouac tenure? The tropic of cancer answered, "Drink the quicksand." Its gills will swim faster after a breath from the shore. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your compass broke, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. If your map was torn, navigate, navigate. All makes sense now. |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing on the corpses ashes Yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips While the guillotine just laughed again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of the contraband Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x2) They had defected and been excommunicated And all the pulses were subverted And they made sure that the obituaries Showed pictures of smoke stacks Dancing on the corpses ashes A vivid dissection that mocked The strut of vivisection A semi-automatic colony And a silencing that still walks the streets Dancing on the corpses ashes In the company of wolves Was a stretcher made of Cobblestone curfews The federales perform Their custodial customs quite well Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x4) Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing on the corpses ashes Yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips While the guillotine just slapped again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of the contraband Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x4) On my way Callous heels Numbed in travel Endless maps made By their scalpels, scalpels (x2) |
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from At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept. [single] (2001)
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing on the corpses ashes Yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed jewelery lips While the guillotine just laughed again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of the contraband Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x2) They had defected and been excommunicated And all the pulses were subverted And they made sure that the obituaries Showed pictures of smoke stacks Dancing on the corpses ashes A vivid dissection that mocked The strut of vivisection A semi-automatic colony And a silencing that still walks the streets Dancing on the corpses ashes In the company of wolves Was a stretcher made of Cobblestone curfews The federales perform Their custodial customs quite well Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x4) Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes lay dangling on dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing on the corpses ashes Yeah, they had plans for him They had spun the last of the pimps Polyester, satin nailed jewellery lips While the guillotine just slapped again Dancing on the corpses ashes And the paramedics fell into the wound Like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant An anesthetic penance beneath The hail of the contraband Dancing on the corpses ashes On my way Nails broke and fell Into the Wishing well, wishing well Wishing well, wishing well (x4) On my way Callous heels Numbed in travel Endless maps made By their scalpels, scalpels (x2) |
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from At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept. [single] (2001)
I-N-I-T-I
A-T-I-O-N. Follow you home after every show. Perforated into tiny fragments. Heavy breathing's your new fan club. A John Hancock with the safety off, After every show. And how this pedestal fits like glove. Such a pity I built no ladder from the roots And above i'll be hacking off, After every show. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) Said, what you doing? These parting contestants never win. Parting contestants never seem to win. Watch you clap your hands by the stage. Lend me your ears for just another page. In the book that your friend signed yesterday. When I told you not to bother to holler. Your telephone's the one that helped Me wrap The cord Around your neck You know you're beautiful, When you're Dead. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you. (Initiation.) Party protects us and every day fades away. |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
I-N-I-T-I
A-T-I-O-N. Follow you home after every show. Perforated into tiny fragments. Heavy breathing's your new fan club. A John Hancock with the safety off, After every show. And how this pedestal fits like glove. Such a pity I built no ladder from the roots And above i'll be hacking off, After every show. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) Said, what you doing? These parting contestants never win. Parting contestants never seem to win. Watch you clap your hands by the stage. Lend me your ears for just another page. In the book that your friend signed yesterday. When I told you not to bother to holler. Your telephone's the one that helped Me wrap The cord Around your neck You know you're beautiful, When you're Dead. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (I-N-I-T-I-A-T-I-O-N.) Initiation. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you, Yeah you, (Initiation.) Yeah you. (What!) What you doing? There's no restraining order to keep me from you. (Initiation.) Party protects us and every day fades away. |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
Now I'm lost
Last night I heard lepers Flinch like birth defects It's musk was fecal in origin As the words dribbled off of its chin It said I'm lost I'm lost Now I'm lost Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils Cast in oblong arms length The hooks have been picking their scabs Where wolves hide in the company of men It said I'm lost I'm lost Now I'm lost Are you peaking in the red Perforated at the neck What of this mongrel architect A broken arm of sewers set Past present and future tense Clipside of the pinkeye fountain Now I'm lost It's been said Long time ago You'll be the first and last to know You'll never know |
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from The Mars Volta - The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
When the chants have cycled How can I go wrong? There will be no Eve for Adam If your apples have gone, gone, gone, gone I need A brand new skin Incarnated debts Incarcerated when The deeds are left to purchase If you could see where I've been You'd touch the hand that's touching sin Entity ingredient A mass of blackened scapes begins Cypher is filled Blanket of clots Taking everything I've got Please let me in, in, in, in I need A brand new skin Incarnated debts Incarcerated when The deeds are left to purchase If you could see where I've been You'd touch the hand that's touching sin Entity ingredient A mass of blackened scapes begins [x2] Follow me tonight Follow me into oblivion If you could see where I've been You'd touch the hand that's touching sin Entity ingredient A mass of blackened scapes begins I seem to hide in metal plates Held together alone don't wait Hide with me identity Until we've passed due date [x3] Can't spot through the lens I'm bleeding through your sanctuary Intention accident I'm bleeding through your sanctuary Can't spot through the lens I'm bleeding through your Your sanctuary |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
In a small ghost town, there's a little arcade,
where the poltergeists play their video games. (On the roof he says...) Game over they said, Game over they said run and get your quarters in. (Over cliffs we will swim ahead.) Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the records in their grooves? (And he said inside of them...) Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this I know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. Run and get your quarters in. At the bottom of a french blue pool, Roamed the drunk chipped tooth Of the man in the moon. (Jump on the roof he said.) Burn, furnace burn At the bottom of the cliff, Shined a diamond with no end to its trip. Do the shackles underneath your bed haunt the records in their grooves? (And they said it's all over.) Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this i know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. Hook and sinker. (x3) I wrote it all down for you. Match a name to the face. Do you suspect? Do you confess? Do you confess? Salem is home Sentenced to live. Yes, this i know Comes back tenfold, fold, fold. |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
Sucks me in,
Taking a ride. And i'm wishing, For the satellite. Grabbing vein. Pulling down, On the radio. Laughing at the face that's bending down. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. Bend the metal. My glory box has failed. We're rocking in our reclining chairs. Drive away. That car, That brought us all this harm. Those are the pieces of my story line. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. I'm all alone so far up here, And my oxygen's all gone. Truly, Stressing, Realization. I wish I was an astronaut. Eight hour, Bitterness. All for whose sake? Stained-glass Sunday School charades. |
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from At The Drive-In - Vaya [ep] (1997)
Beneath the residue of film
Beneath the chemicals that the picture split The ouija board had spelled its name In tiki torches set aflame Taking rations from the ballad box Cursing like sweet tarts (x2) Increase the dosage Count back from ten (x2) And it was written down Touching earth in a capital font Heat seeking Gums bleeding Finger snapping at the catacomb stabbings Taking rations from the ballad box Cursing like sweet tarts (x2) Adhesive she said 'Don't stick to me' Adhesive she said 'Please, don't stick to me' Adhesive she said 'Don't stick to me' Adhesive she said 'Don't stick to me' Inseminating motives Of lukewarm persistence Let the thieves in through the front door Let them take what they've been missing (x2) Inseminating motives Of lukewarm persistence Let the thieves in Let them take what they've been missing It's as if Someone raised the Price of dying to maximum vend again Turn slowly for maximum vend (x4) Don't stick to me Count back from 10 |
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from The Mars Volta - The Bedlam In Goliath (2008)
That night I remember what you slipped in my glass We came rewinding when I foamed at the mouth while the lights winked at me And now my shape is kept The rain it can't hide, wash the pain from this hex Is it so permanent? Did she catch a left eye when it blinks three times Or once just to seal you in? In your drunken breath did it stain like us In place of poison heat? I gotta rid this world of your intention Swap the corpse in the casket Give me that corpse please The one that tore nightly I really want it now Fold the arms slowly Don't want you to hold me It fits just like a glove Does he make you feel alright? When I seep inside your truth through suspicious little coughs You sank your nails inside a key while the door you shut closed up The black stockings you kept smell of wet cigarette Torn of lust that you could not keep I have slept inside your fault to have you keep me here on this leash For the rest of your pets I will feed to this theft As we consummate the vows of defeat And when you pray for an end to this I do believe this is eternity Give me that corpse please The one that tore nightly I really want it now Fold the arms slowly Don't want you to hold me It fits just like a glove Your closet is bulging White marrow withholding Does he make you feel alright? Give me that corpse please The one that tore nightly I really want it now Fold the arms slowly Don't want you to hold me It fits just like a glove Your closet is bulging White marrow withholding Does he make you feel alright? Never heard a man speak like this man before Never heard a man speak like this man before All the days of my life ever since I've been born Never heard a man speak like this man before Watch me now Say it, say it, say it loud Say it, say it, say it loud Hold your heavy burden In a pocket full of drink that I have drunk Spit the remnants in your direction This is the closest to any kingdom that you will come I'm starting to feel a miscarriage coming on It's numbing a stump clearing in my throat And I just can't lose grip of it She fumigated my mental hygiene I'm all out of pulse but I know you can resuscitate me Never heard a man speak like this man before Never heard a man speak like this man before All the days of my life ever since I've been born Never heard a man speak like this man before Never heard a man speak like this man before Never heard a man speak like this man before All the days of my life ever since I've been born Never heard a man speak like this man before Watch me now |
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from At The Drive-In - In / Casino / Out (2007)
it's hit or miss upon the gate walls
are the guards asleep, bayonet and all are the search lights coming we built this tunnel we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromats inside the dirty sheets dig just a little bit soup kitchen feeds lines of stubble and marrow a book of matches guides us home do they have our scent, will we go home we shovel with our hands dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat dig just a little big, the camp is vast asleep library laundromat live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side dig just a little bit they steamrolled past the lobby did you trip on your shoelace untied it's in the past...and now we toast. dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep live just a little bit dakota fields will beg meet you on the other side winnepeg's a forest where the search and seizure hid wanted for the crime of the disease that you give wanted for the crime of the disease that you give |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
Nuisance
An actor choking on nectar Nothing gotten Narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms Peg legged Sullen Drool on these words I've never uttered Yes I swear Out stayed our welcome A jab from behind Spoke on these crutches You wouldn't mind I had the rack ignored in your last implants Maiden winters Tickling whispers Sit still or you can't just listen Extra extra extracurricular Determine if the wick can burn Acid Cracked ribs Timber Class dismissed Sutured Swollen Spiteful of these silent urns Yes I swear Legs cracked and head dressed A jab from behind A trolley over the sun You wouldn't mind Bull legged attrition on this satellite Maiden winters Tickling whispers Sit still or you can't just listen Extra extra extracurricular Determine if the wick can burn The weak are supposed to die(x4) And you cant see this lighthouse Cause there's no place to go This siphon drinks the water But it will never grow |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong Of pavolov lore They ran rampant through the floors Is this wrong Feels so wrong Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone are they gone Stung the slang of a gallows bird Rationed a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pet Tenticles smirk please Flinched the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Now there are those who find Comfort in the breathing Wrong-is it wrong It houses the watchful eyes They're panting in a pattern in droves Are they gone Happened on a respirator bet In the basements Is it gone Are they gone Stung the slang of a gallows bird Sanctioned a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tape worm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cacooned meat Infra-recon forgets Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew the plans they had for us Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew the plans they had for us They used to have pulses in them But impulse has made the strong They used to have pulses in them But impulse has made them strong Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew the plans they had for us Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cacooned meat Infra-reco forgets Gotta be a way Of getting out Are you just growing old Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
"Hello?"
"Hello, mother leopard. I have your cub. You must protect her, but that will be expensive. 10,000 cola nuts, wrapped in brown paper. Midnight, behind the box. I'll be the hyena, you'll see." This could last us all a lifetime Limbs intact, untouched On the screen of a video tape Confined to bedposts we wait as lepers Upheld at knife's reach, Oh, we covet all the status quo. This syringe will take a lifespan It's filled with bait and tackle Try and catch us if you can... Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Meet us at the corner of 5th and Pontiac. But make sure that no one else is with you, If you wish to see them alive again. Then humor me with this request, Humor me with this request! In basements we will hide, Amnesia in our alibis... Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' They kept a close eye on your get well incentive (x2) Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Un-un-unconscious tied and gagged Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' Sacrifice on railroad tracks Freight freight train comin' Freight freight train comin' |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
I've been drinking black mirror again
The closer we part I needed to touch your lips With the nail in my heart The night that you caught me My coffin did walk I feel at your mercy I fell in your grave Meccamputechture That stands in my way The younger I stay An elderly child The longer the mirror gives birth To the death I file If you consume me I will not let you go If you walk right through me My voice will taint your throat Blessed be the wrong I've done Someone is watching us Someone has found Fluorescent ligaments On a black and white tile Why do you call them If your kingdom won't come The younger I stay Forever I rot If you consume me I will not let you go If you walk right through me My voice will taint your throat Blessed be the wrong I've done Because the flies my mouth spill Bare the children at play ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By RODRIGUEZ, OMAR/BIXLER, CEDRIC <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from At The Drive-In - Acrobatic Tenement (2007)
(Spoken:)
I had a friend who died for something he really loved. I had a friend who stood for none of the above. I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars. Who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie P.'s car. I had a friend who'd love to scare you, as was his affection. And tremble you did cause you weren't worthy of his friendship. I had a friend, but now he's stranded on the Mesa Street exit. And sometimes I'm jealous cause I'm still at the intersection. I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Yes, there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. Duct tape the cross on the brown colored box. Well single file line on the unpaved road. (The road.) Well they tipped their hats, respect for the dead. (The road.) In Juarez, Mexico is where they buried my friend. There are no words To express the loss I feel since you've been away. You made a typical sad song, A physical classroom. Where I learned nothing. Just flashes of your, Face. Just flashes of your, Face. And my solution is: It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. And nothing really matters. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. But nothing really matters. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. (The road.) Now he's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit. (The road.) And sometimes I'm jealous 'cause I'm waiting at the intersection. (The road.) I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. (Blood.) Yes, there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. (Go.) I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Too heavy to hold. Who'd felt too heavy to hold. And there's blood on the median like a boat without oars. Like a boat without oars. D-d-d-die. It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. But it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. It, it's all a facade. But nothing really matters now. (No.) It's all a facade. It's all a facade. I said it, it's all a facade. |
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from The Mars Volta - Deloused In The Comatorium (2003)
You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig smotherd cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home Afloat with engines on mute Sui generis ship spined around the yard Is anybody there These craft only multiply At the nape of ruins rust propellers await No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Tansoceanic depth in this earth No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Tansoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelve of pig smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs Is anybody there These steps keep on growing long Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Carpel jets Hit the ground Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll |
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from The Mars Volta - Amputechture (2006)
Sawing off the pavement
Repenting their past lives Might I be the only pain that's left to be left behind? Clay and pygmy footsteps Rusted, boil it clean A bullet in linguistics That only we can breathe Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchres Raise your entrails as an offer Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchres Raise your entrails as an offer Following with pitchforks In a cattle prodded theme Signaling the sedative To emaciate the queen Bowing in constriction Any time you leave We've slipped ourselves in angels In catabata leaves Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchres Raise your entrails as an offer Now, I got a prayer that'll make you theirs now Beneath sepulchres Raise your entrails as an offer In my sign I was born To bring death at the footsteps of your home Tonight I have sown All the hair and crooked nails That you all have worn While your white sense of hope I plant the vermin Just who makes it so? How long must we fold our hands? Our guts are burning wheels again Get a match that will make you thin Come clean with the antidote After all we came undone A pair of sluts with hosts that fall One day we will pay your debt Our centipedes will pick the dead Poachers in your home How long must we fold our hands? Our guts are burning wheels again Get a match that will make you thin Come clean with the antidote After all we came undone A pair of sluts with hosts that fall One day we will pay your debt Our centipedes will pick the dead Follow every bottle out And the cruelest smut, smut you know It's the gash that autumn knows Daughters lying at the door Raise the body Breathe your clear air Everybody will call aloud Everybody calls aloud Everybody sing aloud My hands secrete a monument I am the reason For your missing child He might be home But there's no trace Under your pillow I have left a spine All the things we do When you're away I saw the message That you wrote in the sand Dismembered heads that come away The anaesthetic of your gospel sin Put a muzzle on the lamb Put a muzzle on the lamb Give me one page Give me one page Make it blank Mix it, a leak will rain Give me one page Give me one page Make it blank We shall inflict your way Maybe one day you'll stop and realize All that you serveis dead Give me your plate Give me your plate Make it break Nothing you hold is safe How long must we fold our hands? Our guts are burning wheels again Get a match that will make you thin Come clean with the antidote After all we came undone A pair of sluts with hosts that fall One day we will pay your debt Our centipedes will pick the dead Poachers in your home |
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from At The Drive-In - Relationship Of Command (2000)
We sample from the shelves
Tore a page out of this chapter Deface the essays in the book that you're reading We are the leaches that stop the bleeding Deficit attention program By any means necessary Blare sirens to the library Whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Aeronautics hacked The spine of paragraphs Prepare to indent, a coma that read- Floating in a soundproof costume Here comes the monolith Brass knuckles for the hissie fit An abbreviation for the landing of fleets In-in-in-incoming Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? Is it heavier than air - tell us, is the black box lying? (Am I supposed to die alone?) (Am I supposed to die alone?) Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes Permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold (Am I supposed to die alone?) (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? Is it heavier than air? (Am I supposed to die alone?) Is it heavier than air? Come on, run, c-c-c-come on... Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes Permission was hinted lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold (Am I supposed to die alone?) Position the stitches - like miles of torpedoes |
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