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This piece is one of the greatest recorded in XXI century. As a composition it is not different from the biggest ones from previous century. Same greatness.
I listen to alternative music while I write; this album came on, forty-five minutes later, I haven’t touched my keyboard, and I’m open jawed gobsmacked.locked on this incredible band. Just wow.
Do you recall it's name? As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of Pompeii Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt to much Still scalping these ticketless applause And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all Sutured, contusion Beyond the ant hills of the dawning of this plague Said I've lost my way Even if this cul-de-sac would pay To reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all I've defected I've defected I've defected I've defected Sutured, contusion Beyond the ant hills of the dawning of this plague Said I've lost my way Even if this cul-de-sac did pay To reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all I've defected I've defected I've defected I've defected Beyond the ant hills of the dawning of this plague Said I've lost my way Even if this cul-de-sac did pay Beyond the ant hills of Beyond the ant hills of Said I've lost my way, yeah Even if you Even if you Even if you reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice When they drag the lake there's nothing left at all I've defected (drag your vessel, punch your clock in) (Drag your vessel, punch your clock in) I've defected (drag your vessel, punch your clock in) (Drag your vessel, punch your clock in) I've defected (drag your vessel, punch your clock in) (Drag your vessel, punch your clock in) I've defected (drag your vessel, punch your clock in)
Why people insist about "underated" bands. On every song on the planet, ppl put that. Just cut it out, selfish boyfans. Anyways, I'm glad TMV's back, today is their concert on Chile.
not gonna lie. I was a massive At the Drive in Fan. And before They released De-Loused. I would download all the songs I could from Limewire. This was one I'd play all the time. I always preferred this slow version.
This part in the story is incredible, as the main character enters this Dusty war-ridden town and confronts Cerpin Taxt in a shambles...I remember reading on the website for that details deloused as a journey into the mind of the former friend passing away from a drug overdose and these tracks are the trials of which waivers between consciousness and subconsciousness...
Only The Mars Volta can take me off into outer space, and yank me back down to earth with a jolt. I love it. They're like drugs delivered in the form of sound.
DE-LOUSED IN THE COMATORIUM Drunkship of Lanterns 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 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
the mars volta is such a beautifully cosmopolitan project. anyone who's spent any time around texicans (yes, i know omar isn't mexican) can hear that very specific concoction swirling around in the volta. despite all our differences, things like this make me still hopeful against hope that there is a way we can all come together and create beautiful things.
The Game Grumps is what made me look this up, based on Dan's description this is not at all what I was expecting. But I'm glad I came here, it's as if Bedouin Soundclash and Tool were crushed in an avalanche of No Doubt CDs
You've got the lot to burn A shelf of pig-smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there (standing around) These steps keep on growing long (straight as an arrow) 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 (standing around) These craft only multiply (straight as an arrow) 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 Transoceanic depth in this earth In the cenotaph Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelf of pig-smothered cries Is there a spirit that spitsupon the exit of signs Is anybody there (standing around) These steps keep on growing long (straight as an arrow) 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 Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal 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
I remember when this album came out. Rumors were that the album was inspired by someone in a comma and these were the sounds they heard during the comma.
Resumen Letras Escuchar También se buscó Letras You've got the lot to burn A shelf of pig-smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs Is anybody there (standing around) These steps keep on growing long (straight as an arrow) 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 (standing around) These craft only multiply (straight as an arrow) 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 Transoceanic depth in this earth In the cenotaph Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelf of pig-smothered cries Is there a spirit that spitsupon the exit of signs Is anybody there (standing around) These steps keep on growing long (straight as an arrow) 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 Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal 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
