Archive for September, 2006

Jack Johnson – No Other Way

September 30th, 2006

When your mind is a mess so is mine I can’t sleep
Because it hurts when I think when my thoughts aren’t at peace
With the plans that we make and the chances we take
They’re not yours they’re not mine
There are waves that can break
All the words that we said and the words that we mean
And the words can fall short, can’t see the unseen
Because the world is awake so for somebody’s sake
Now please close your eyes
Woman, please get some sleep

Sleep and know that if I knew all of the answers
I would not hold them from you
Know all of the things that I know
Because we told each other there is no other way

Too much silence can be misleading
You’re drifting I can hear it in the way that you’re breathing

We don’t really need to find reason
Because out the same door that it came well it’s leaving
It’s leaving
Leaving like a day that’s done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that’s as dead as the leaves
But at least we could sleep, it’s all that we need
When we wake we would find, our minds would be free
To go to sleep

Sleep and know that if I knew all of the answers
I would not hold them from you
Know all of the things that I know
Because we told each other there is no other way

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Jack Johnson – On And On

September 30th, 2006

In times like these and in times like those
What will be will be and so it goes
And it always goes on and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on it goes, hmm

There will always be laughin cryin birth and dyin
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
Heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
Then hurt, form time to times like these and times like those
What will be will be and so it goes

There will always be stop and go and fast and slow
And action reaction and sticks and stones and broken bones
Those for peace and those for war
And God bless these ones not those ones but these ones

May times like these and times like those
What will be will be and so it goes
And it always goes on and on and on and on and on
On and on and on and on and on it goes, hmm

Somehow I know, it wont be the same
Somehow I know, it’ll never be the same

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The Mars Volta – Cicatriz Esp

September 30th, 2006

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 pompei
Erupting in a statues dust
Shrouded in veils
Because these handcuffs hurt to much
Scalpeing these ticketless applause
And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all
Seutured 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

Seutuerd 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

I’ve defected

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The Mars Volta – Cut That City

September 30th, 2006

Neonecropopulace has no reflection
Neocaeczaristic phallic ruins
Just east of the river denial the techs are breathing
Welcome to this neotokyo
Gridlocks will warn the chromlech alarms
Bouquet of cuticles
Landscape tantrums
Tramontane torching the tramontane
I’ve heard the mumbling of citadels shifting on this richter scale
The alleys will flow marble intercourse
Roil the pantheon… of subterfuge
Tramontane torching the tramontane
This marabout isn’t untouchable

Indentured by servitude
Neoinfidels – let’s plug them in
Neopolygraphic, trip chords
Centrocircuiphobia the fallacy
Welcome to neotokyo
Tore the wings off seraphin, fed them to the anglophiles
In this stag caberat the bark of buildings surged, through the whipping volt abode
Go to the lexicon you sluggard, if you will.

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The Mars Volta – Drunkship Of Lanterns

September 30th, 2006

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

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The Mars Volta – Eriatarka

September 30th, 2006

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

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The Mars Volta – Eriatarka (correct)

September 30th, 2006

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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The Mars Volta – Inertiatic Esp

September 30th, 2006

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
Now I’m lost
Last night I heard lepors
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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The Mars Volta – Inertiatic Esp (correct)

September 30th, 2006

Now I’m lost
Last night I heard lepors
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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The Mars Volta – Roulette Dares (the Haunf Of)

September 30th, 2006

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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