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The Mars Volta
The Mars Volta


Background information
Origin El Paso, Texas, United States
Genre(s) Progressive Rock
Experimental Rock
Psychedelic Rock
Hard Rock
Art Rock
Jazz Fusion
Post-Hardcore
Years active 2001—present
Label(s) Universal
Gold Standard Laboratories
Associated acts Racer X
De Facto
Big Sir
Vato Negro
Website Website
Members
Omar Rodríguez-López
Marcel Rodríguez-López
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Isaiah "Ikey" Owens
Juan Alderete
Deantoni Parks
Former members
Eva Gardner
Jeremy Michael Ward
Jon Theodore
Blake Fleming
Ralph Jasso
Jason Lader
Linda Good
Adrián Terrazas-González
Paul Hinojos
Thomas Pridgen
Dave Elitch



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The Mars Volta Album


Scabdates (11/08/2005)
11/08/2005
1.
Abrasions Mount the Timpani
2.
3.
Caviglia
4.
5.
6.
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Abrasions Mount the Timpani

[No lyrics]

. . .



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
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

. . .

Caviglia

[No lyrics]

. . .



In denial
Who will come clean all the ravenous debris
In disguise
Sideswiped by penance cerecloth sentencing
This scapegrace will pay my barking harangue
Are you listening?
On the 14th you stole what hasn't grown old In denial
File this under a bridge that he can't leave
Will those shadows glare
From that blank-rimmed stare
In a vacancy hush

Aunque me dejaste ahogando en el mar
Aquestete in la tierra
De la realidad de tusueno
Manos me recuerdo
Solamente a ti te odio
Yo ya me voy

In denial
Who will clean up all this ravenouse debris
In denial
File this under a bridge that he can't leave

And the storyville sawbones couldn't fill
The prescription to mend
All the broken wills in the white lie ward
Don't you pretend

Tangled in thorns
To walk unborn


. . .


Do you recall my name?

Beyond the anthills
Of the dawning
Of this plague

Do you?
Do you?

Oh, yeah

River, down, down now
Built-up, fell down
River run now

. . .



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

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 theres nothing left at all

I've defected

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 said I've lost my way
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 theres nothing left at all


. . .


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