Curse

credit · Feb 03, 2008, 05:49 AM // 05:49

This is my first post in here so bear with me.

So if any of you listen to The Mars Volta, then you probably understand all of this. And if you don't you're missing out and need to check them out pronto.

So yeah I was high and in another dimension last night and wrote this listening to their album Frances the Mute. This made sense at the time, but the next morning I couldn't figure out what I wrote.... it looks like non-sense but it's more enjoyable than writing sober.

Cant you see
That I am me in a pipers three
Key notes
of unadulterated rendering silence
Voiced over inconspicuously LOUD vocals
Tenor
Driven beyond sanity
And beyond madness
I portray
For they
Are the bringers of tomorrow
Tomorrow
I shall go
And find the tremulant of fingering saxophones
Coupled with swaggering wide stance atop the bass
Standing on its head
Looping Looping Looping circles around
And around
And another round
Across the flitted black and white steps of sanity
Coming back along a barren line of screeching automobiles
Scabbing
Wounding
Ooh..
Oohhh...
Sprayed and trade
Fading across the board
Ooh...
Oohhh.
The froth of fog foaming above the splintered sphere
Hanging diligently along the side
The arbitrator of suspicious thoughts
And wrought with gold
So that you might embrace
..
Your son..
Sun..
And the moon are..
one...
time is mine and mine alone

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