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The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium Album Lyrics



The Mars Volta - De-Loused in the Comatorium Lyrics






Son et lumière

Clipside of the pinkeye flight
I'm not the percent you think survives
I need sanctuary in the pages of this book
Gestating with all the other rats
Nurse said that my skin will need a graft
I am of pockmarked shapes
The vermin you need to loathe
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Inertiatic ESP

Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
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
Now I'm lost

Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now 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
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now 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
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
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost
Now I'm lost

It's been said
Long time ago
You'll be the first
And last to know
Ah
You'll never know
Ah
You'll never know
You'll never know
You'll never know
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Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Roulette Dares (The Haunt Of)

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 talk 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 nooses from boxcar cadavers

Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
No-oh-aay

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
No-oh-yeah

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
No-oh-yeah

It's because
This is
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Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION






Tira me a las arañas


[Instrumental]
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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
Transoceanic 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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Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Eriatarka

And there are those who
Hadn't found the speaking so wrong
Is it wrong?
Of Pavolov lore, they run
Rampant through the floors, is this wrong?
Feels so wrong
Happened on a respirator
In the basement, are they gone?
Are they gone?

Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Rationed a dead letter pure
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

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
Panting in a pattern in droves
Are they gone?
Happened on a respirator
In the basement, is it gone?
Are they gone?

Stung the slang of a gallows bird
Sanctioned a dead letter pure
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

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 tape worm as pets
Tentacles smirk, please
Flinch the cacooned meat
Infra-recon 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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Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Cicatriz ESP

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 scalpeing these ticketless applause
And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all
sutured contusion
beyond the anthills 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
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected [x4]

sutuerd contusion
beyond the anthills 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
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

I've defected [x4]

beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague
said I've lost my way
even if this cul de sac did pay
beyond the anthills of, beyond the anthills of said I've lost my way
even if you, even if you, even if you reach inside a vault whatever be the cost
sterling clear
blackend ice
when they drag the lake there's nothing left at all

(this is my last insicion
the stitches have defected
drag me a vessel
coveting all you know see and hear
this is my last incision
the stitches have fallen off
Sterling clear blackened ice
And when they drag they lake ther'es nothing left at all)
I've defected [x4]
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Writer: CEDRIC BIXLER, OMAR RODRIGUEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed

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

you came here on time
I just hope that it's not to late
I've seen you at night
Biting 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 hibernate 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 omerta
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 is 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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Writer: CEDRIC BIXLER, OMAR RODRIGUEZ
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing






Televators

Just as he hit the ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobiquets

Riddle me this
Three half-eaten corneas
Who hit the 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
Auto-da-fe
A capillary 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
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red

Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped

Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
Pull the pins (pull the pins)
Save your grace (save your grace)
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)

You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fe
A capillary hint of red

Everyone knows the last toes are
Always the coldest to go
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Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






Take The Veil Cerpin Taxt

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

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
Virulent hives

Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear
Who turned it off
The last thing I remember now
Who brought me here
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Writer: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.








De-Loused in the Comatorium is the debut studio album by American progressive rock band the Mars Volta, released on June 24, 2003, on Gold Standard Laboratories and Universal Records. Based on a short story written by lead singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala and sound manipulation artist Jeremy Ward, the concept album is an hour-long tale of Cerpin Taxt, a man who enters a week-long coma after overdosing on a mixture of morphine and rat poison. The story of Cerpin Taxt alludes to the death of El Paso, Texas artist—and Bixler-Zavala's friend—Julio Venegas (1972-1996).

Co-produced by Rick Rubin and guitarist Omar Rodríguez-López, it is the only studio album to feature founding member Jeremy Ward, who was found dead in an apparent heroin overdose one month before the album was released. Following the departure of Eva Gardner who had appeared on the band's early demos and EP, Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist Flea performed on De-Loused.

The music contained in De-Loused is distinguished by its enigmatic lyrics, Latin and jazz rhythms, and Rodríguez-López's frenetic guitar riffs, which are often strongly dissonant. The title of the album is taken from the lyrics of the song "Eunuch Provocateur" on the band's previous release, Tremulant (meanwhile, "Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt" contains the title of Tremulant). The cover artwork is by Storm Thorgerson.
Performed By: The Mars Volta
Genre(s): Progressive rock, art rock, post-hardcore, alternative rock
Producer(s): Rick Rubin, Omar Rodríguez-López
Released: June 24th, 2003
Year: 2003

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