Yes, I'm doing it. This is a complex and dense time signature track. 0:00 to 2:17 - 6/4 (lot of 3/4, but mostly 6/4) 2:17 to 2:52 - 9/4( easier to count as 18/8) 2:52 to 3:59 - 6/4 (lot of 3/4, but mostly 6/4) 3:59 to 4:31 - 9/4 4:31 to 4:48 - 8/4 (if you say it's 4/4, would fuck it up) 4:48 to 4:59 - 10/8 + 9/8 alternating which results into a 19/8 4:59 - a 6/4 bar 5:01 - a 5/4 bar So 4:59 to 5:03 makes a 11/8. 5:03 to 5:46 - 6/4 (lot of 3/4, but mostly 6/4) 5:52 to 6:42 - no time signature at all I guess 6:42 to 7:24 - 4/4 (it's actually not 4/4 but it almost is, music isn't always precise, and neither my time signature countings are lol) 7:24 to 7:47: no time signature at all i guess x2 7:47 to 8:15- 9/4 (starting to count this here in this part is hard to assimilate that it is 9/4, cause the first moment of the counting is empty if you'd like to count it exactly as the 2 choruses before this one. But if you'd rather count it as the way it is, you can call it an 8/4 that comes before the 9/4 bars.) 8:15 to 9:38 - 17/8 (4+4+4+5) 9:38 to 9:42 - a 5/8 bar and a 7/8 bar 9:42 to 9:47 - 4/4 9:47 to 9:53 - two 9/8 bars (this one is pretty cool) 9:53 to 10:18 - 17/8 (4+4+4+5) 10:18 to 10:22 - a 5/8 bar and a 7/8 bar 10:22 to 10:27 - 4/4 10:27 to 10:38 - 9/8 10:39 to 10:41 - a 7/8 bar 10:41 to 11:02 - 4/4 11:02 to 11:19 - 2 bars of 13/8 (7+6) and 4 bars of 14/8 (7+7) 11:19 to 11:22 - a 9/4 bar 11:22 to 11:39 - 2 bars of 13/8 (7+6) and 4 bars of 14/8 (7+7) 11:39 to 11:45 - no time signature at all i guess x3 (at least purposefully) 11:45 to 14:12 - 4/4 (3+5) 14:12 to 14:37 - 17/8 (4+4+4+5) 14:37 to 14:41 - a 5/8 bar and a 7/8 bar 14:41 to 14:46 - 4/4 14:46 to 14:54 - you can count it as many ways, but I count it as 5/4+5/4+6/4+3/4+3/4 14:54 to 14:58 - 5/4 14:58 to end - 6/4 (lot of 3/4, but mostly 6/4) the counting pace changes so many times in this song, it gets very confusing. but the biggest issue is to give the chorus a time signature, it is just an uncommon piece and I can't explain why
When this was out. I was totally listing to some really weird stuff because I thought Rock didn’t have anything left to offer. One guy I knew told me I should check out this Band The Mars Volta. I heard like one song and was like, ah they’re not bad. Then went back to the stuff I was listening to. A lot of Gamelan, Punjabi, Native American round dance chanting. Bach Harpsichord music played in reverse. Then like from out of the blue like three weeks ago I remembered The Mars Volta and RU-vidd it. They really are good. I bought everything I could get. On CD because I have kids who don’t understand $150.00 Vinyl records. Good stuff glad I found them again.
check out omar's solo stuff too if you haven't already. Solar Gambling, Se Dice Bisonte No Bufalo, Cryptomnesia, Zen Thrills and Un Escorpion Perfumado are probably good, general starting points. You'll probably enjoy the "Amsterdam albums" if you like Amputechture... and maybe Infinity Drips for the 'eastern' influence, although the vocals on that album are difficult to get past.
Yea if you want a mint/unopened LP version of let's say Frances the Mute you're gonna have to pay up to 450$... At least last time I checked on discogs..
I remember thinking the beginning of this song making me feel like I was suddenly sucked into a bizarre and extra-dimensional world of mosaic alien beings and bright, unimaginable colors and shapes. Like jumping into a kaleidoscopic realm where creatures (like those from the anime "Neon Genesis Evangelion") warped out of. I was pretty sober, but the music was pushing so hard at being this foreign mind-altering experience.
This is how I feel while listening... The beginning sounds like being violently Televated toward a folding wormhole of Roulette Dares into a haunted dimension. Tremulant and taken off guard, you're still trying to comprehend these Landscape Tantrums. Why are these vibrations engulfing you so ominous and full of Bedlam. Then the calm verse riff emerges with Luciforms. That's you exiting the vortex to find yourself is an obscure new world full of surrealism and Tarantism. The lyrics cascade and conjure imagery that would only make sense to Salvador Dalí. The chorus is an Inertiatic explosion of ESP sonic booms. This delicate dance between eruptive and Soothsayer instrumentation gives complex dynamics throughout. Which then evolves, transposes, and mutates for the benefit of existence. Time is mandatory to witness such sonomorphs. When the intermission manifests, you have already been overwhelmed for over 6 earth minutes. So a calm flow is welcomed as is the natural order of emotions. You think it's over. Though, your sedated nerves are Faminepulsed back to high pressure. The heavy chorus returns to melt any face within earshot, to reveal no one behind the mask. This music so potent it distorts even the vocals. "In the end they just gagged me to make him come out." The horns section near the end is mathematical tranquility. The guitar solo therein is a lesson in virtuosity. One can Atone Vicariously as the whole world dies to this music. Yet the outro is the same as the intro. So back through the vortex to whence I came With Twilight As My Guide. Back to the filth I once knew. Back to the earthly realm. For human ears were never meant to witness such muscial mastery.
This whole album is like bending reality and space time to their will for a bit more than an hour. This song and the "intro" before it are the best start to an album possible... Never a bad album from these guys but nothing they did ever reached this magnitude
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
@@adamkallin5160 if you didn't know, this song is about the Tanacu Exorcism, a real story about a woman from Romania who died after being treated for supposed demonic possession.
Ive never been more frustrated than I am now... Trying to learn this on guitar and after about an hour, I'm giving up. Lol. Will forever love this song though.
The beginning sounds like being violently Televated toward a folding wormhole of Roulette Dares into a haunted dimension. Tremulant and taken off guard, you're still trying to comprehend these Landscape Tantrums. Why are these vibrations engulfing you so ominous and full of Bedlam. Then the calm verse riff emerges with Luciforms. That's you exiting the vortex to find yourself is an obscure new world full of surrealism and Tarantism. The lyrics cascade and conjure imagery that would only make sense to Salvador Dalí. The chorus is an Inertiatic explosion of ESP sonic booms. This delicate dance between eruptive and Soothsayer instrumentation gives complex dynamics throughout. Which then evolves, transposes, and mutates for the benefit of existence. Time is mandatory to witness such sonomorphs. When the intermission manifests, you have already been overwhelmed for over 6 earth minutes. So a calm flow is welcomed as is the natural order of emotions. You think it's over. Though, your sedated nerves are Faminepulsed back to high pressure. The heavy chorus returns to melt any face within earshot, to reveal no one behind the mask. This music so potent it distorts even the vocals. "In the end they just gagged me to make him come out." The horns section near the end is mathematical tranquility. The guitar solo therein is a lesson in virtuosity. One can Atone Vicariously as the whole world dies to this music. Yet the outro is the same as the intro. So back through the vortex to whence I came With Twilight As My Guide. Back to the filth I once knew. Back to the earthly realm. For human ears were never meant to witness such muscial mastery.
Mars Volta on acid is fckin crazy. Me he tenido que quitar los audífonos o pausarle en momentos de lo brutal que se puede poner la experiencia. Recomendado 10\10 sobre todo el Francés the mute y amo Scabdates, en DXM es otro pedo.
Dissociatives are ridiculous with this band. I don't like DXM anymore but back around 2009 I had some awesome, memorable experiences with it and The Volta. Don't even get me started on the dearly departed MXE.
This was definitely their best album unfortunately I never got to see them I saw the omar Rodriguez-Lopez group at highline ballroom in 2010 it was a good show
You both might alright know but, they used to be in a band called At The Drive-In before Omar wanted to make some more experimental stuff (leading to TMV). They've actually had somewhat of a reunion and have released some new tracks as At The Drive-In again. It's more like post-hardcore, but check them out, might like them.
The more you look at it, the more this artwork gets weird. It looks like they're carrying that thing somewhere, but which way are they walking? Look at their feet. They're not walking at all. They're just standing there, holding that thing. WHAT?
I took lsd and told my friends that i want to listen this song ... It was a frenetic trip into a cosmic monstrous madness, haunted by terrible beings whispering or screaming the darkest truths behind the veil of our reality
Chaotic cut short tour and went through drummers like after show condom use... they were huanted by spirits from a Oiji board they would mess around with during this era...
@@flatterswhite Haha cute, no they really aren't. You can subdivide any beat in any way you'd like to count it. A time signature is really just a function of time.
