The Mars Volta

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'''The Mars Volta''' is a group of surrealistic and confounding musicians best known for [[Why?:Have an alienating music taste|bewildering laymen and wooing critics]] with cryptic lyrics of Biblical complexity and verbosity and self-debasing instrumentation of Latin and Progressive patronage.
   
'''The Mars Volta''' is a musical ensemble best known for draconian melodic juices dripping cataclysmically from the velvet office. Violating the tender lightness of the melodic arc of dark plastic vultures, they undulate spasmodically into a fascinating ebulance of almost avian latin rhythms that organize committees of skeletal positions in your brain's entangled haberdash.
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==Aethereal Linguistical Verbosity==
   
==The Music Drains The Festival Tubes==
 
How will the early phantom drive? Sheets of dangled ornaments hang dreamings on your fire.
 
   
===Lyrics Of The Subreal Motionlessness===
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::HAVE YOU UN-DER-STOOD? Their lyrics comprehend?
The band's lyrical musket is no mark for androgeny in pits of the wiley dance. The real stained scribe of the garish nocturne, Cedric Bixler-Zavala, takes oaths in blood and turmoil to the deities of his majestic King Crimson. Here, to make the harpy drown in fire, is a sparkling fixed wheel of his bright example:
 
   
"Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs?" - Drunkship of Lanterns
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::(Methodic deconstruction cannot here avail)
   
As you gain a thousand clicks of neural wind, you will know the art shot grin of sleeping sheep, and Bixler-Zavala's new nightmare will jump depth in the toll of demon bargains.
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::CAN YOU MAKE-TO-RIGHT? Decipher the meme?
   
===The Twang Of His Dead Guitar Haunting===
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::(Organized attempts certain are to fail)
The musical midnight wires that grate on half-commuted dronings is the fingered actuation of Omar Rodriguez. All fight drowsy crater pains are cursed from the song of two dying razors, and Rodriguez' splintering noose fragments melt porticos on the iron cavern.
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[[Image:Nederlandpresents.jpg|right|thumb|250px|Can you comprenhend with a concerted effort on your own behalf?]]
   
===Vocal Drills Of Hammered Silence===
 
Bleak sounds of tourniquets passing into eden are sung like whips in Goliath's dream. Bixler-Zavala grows throats of oceans, and the eligiac will never trust the rage of bedsore crooning. All men find intestinal vestiges, throwing burned out gleaming on the mountain's edge. Give him safe cries in his kitchen of nervous prisons, and he will make you turn the design outside.
 
   
==Discography Marks Prisms With Unborn Grain==
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::Enigmatic conceptions
   
====Mouths Of Lightbulbs On Golden Heads====
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::[[Brain|Cerebral]] and unreal
The first release drowns the palettes of fantasy hordes, giving stains to righteous content. Faces of blood show white on twilight anthems.
 
   
Cerpin Taxt reveals oblong arrows in furtive shutters, all blank in the great barriers of wrist roulette. Some will lurk in the dripping hollows of metacarpal leavings, some will put the hinges on the choir.
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::The scriber understood
   
====Shrouded Heads Drive Black Cars====
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::But you think you feel?
The next record is the crying bleat of distended entrails on particle boxcars. Nobody hears the furtive dances of lamplight trauma in the desert of painted crimes.
 
   
Cedric takes forced blood lakes and hinges them on fetal chrome - clutching mothers' names to plagues of home. Now the spanish song is lost in pale swollen shore ghosts.
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::Within the writer’s thoughtform
   
====Gentlemen Lift The Shrouded Sculpture====
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::Can you ascertain?
The third effort gave new response to unfound likeness - excrement boils put soft tissue on unmarked graves. Bixler-Zavala takes louse corpse remains into the fractured autoclave.
 
   
Alive language haunts belie the early truth of hanging somnolence. Maybe he grew tongues inside the furnaces of wolves.
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::The point of things just uttered
   
====Giant Water-Bearer Steps In Arab Lands====
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::[[Useless|Or are you just the bane?]]
The latest record makes the grey of angled sunlight become the heads of ships. Rodriguez' sandwhipped noon is the edge of rooftops.
 
   
This contaminate of nominated lonely dice is the vertical vapor of the executioner's dim smile. The Grammy blinked at this wordless stutter.
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::Will you reach for comfort;
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::The meaning underlied?
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::Or will this understanding
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::Be to you denied?
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::Twixt the [[Brain|cerebellum]]
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::Do you think you know?
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::The [[answer]] to the [[question]]
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::Melts away like snow
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::Aertereal Linguistical Verbosity
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::Lacks the empirical, formulaic quality the layman wants
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::He reaches out but finds nothing
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::The [[Labyrinth]] confounds him
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::[in an Old Gregg voice]
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::You think you’re gonna understand what’s going on, but ya really don’t
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::Like grabbin’ a [[cat]] or some shit, and it turns out to be your [[Grandma|grandma’s]] [[tits|teat]]
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::And then you’re like, ‘what the fuck, Grandma, what’s your teat a-doin’ he-yere?’
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::And then you just say to hell with it and give Rosemary some [[Sex|old fashion lovin’ like sh’ wants]]
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::[six minute saxophone solo]
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::HAVE YOU UN-DER-STOOD? Their lyrics comprehend?
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::(Methodic deconstruction cannot here avail)
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::CAN YOU MAKE-TO-RIGHT? Decipher the meme?
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::(Organized attempts certain are to fail)
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==Fornificus Troupers==
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[[Image:marsvoltamexico.gif|right|thumb|250px|Umbilic blisters and hedonistic troupes; have you ever been the conventicle of Mexico?]]
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::O, mar Rodriguez, tell me that it’s over
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::[[Cthulhu|Cthulhic]] intentions and Poisson distributions
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::My melodic flaccid interest wanes, you know
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::[[Bible|Biblical scriptions]] ar’en’t what’s the matter
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::Bixler-Zavala, speak the incantation
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::Bombastic utterances make the song, you know
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::[[New Testament|Testament]] Isaiah, musica claviered
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::We know that you know the destination
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::Aetereal and melodious sets the mood, you know
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::We’ve all been
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::Trippin’ on hard drugs
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::(The needle strikes the crimson vein)
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::We’ve all been
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::Sowing empty seeds
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::(The semen’s still inert the same)
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::[lengthy instrumental interlude]
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::Chaotic rhythmic structure, the underlying math
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::Pridgen, Alderete, the beat to fornication
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::Though [[masturbation]] works the same, you know
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::O, mar, brotherly assisted in your enterprise
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::Synthetic and hallow tones make for anticipation
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::And intelligentsia’d dissonance woos [[critics]], you know
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::And González does the rest
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::Yes, González does the rest
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::[dissonant electronic sounds]
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::[fadeout]
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==Frenulum labiorum pudendi==
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::[building guitar introduction]
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[[Image:Hoglouse.jpg|right|thumb|250px|It defected back to where the cul-de-sac payed.]]
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::He sits
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::Loused beyond all measure
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::And stays
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::Waiting silent still
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::You think
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::‘What’s this that I see here?’
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::And go
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::‘Fuck it, I don’t care’
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::First albums are confusing
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::Everyone confound
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::The message (if there is one)
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::Sold back by the pound
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::In the comatorium
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::The track list does unfold
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::Made to entice the [[prog rock|prog]] fan
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::Found it breaks the mold
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::Empty hallways whisper
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::Empty hallways whisper
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::[ten minute ‘groove’]
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[[Image:Francisthemute.jpg|thumb|250px|Apparitions inside, the crease of spacial time. Vroom Vroom.]]
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::[eight minutes of silence]
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::Biblical conceptions
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::[[Latin America|Latin]] themes as well
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::A unifying concept
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::Now that’s a harder sell
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::Portmanteaus and organs
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::Make up what’s the meme
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::But what this really lacks
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::Is an underlying theme
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::[ominous transition]
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[[Image:Bedlamingoliath.jpg|right|thumb|250px|I've got a penis that will rip through the very fabric of time (time, time, time)]]
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::Reckless and cursed, The Soothsayer cries out
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::Ouija and spirits descend
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::Without the matter of inflection
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::It beckons through historic matters
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::Goliath’s got a lot to say
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::If you’d only listen
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::Goliath’s going to make your day
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::If you’d only listen
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::[crescendo and three minute salsa dance by the band]
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::Infirmary, perdition (incomprehensible fiction)
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::Bedlam and infection (hexes made for you protection)
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== Vea También==
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* [[Jesus]]
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* [[Schizophrenia]]
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* [[Mexico]]
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* [[Surrealism]]
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* [[Vagina|The Vagina]]
   
 
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Latest revision as of 04:47, December 3, 2013

Marsvolta

The Mars Volta transcending the aural viperic constrictions of musical convention.

The Mars Volta is a group of surrealistic and confounding musicians best known for bewildering laymen and wooing critics with cryptic lyrics of Biblical complexity and verbosity and self-debasing instrumentation of Latin and Progressive patronage.

edit Aethereal Linguistical Verbosity

HAVE YOU UN-DER-STOOD? Their lyrics comprehend?
(Methodic deconstruction cannot here avail)
CAN YOU MAKE-TO-RIGHT? Decipher the meme?
(Organized attempts certain are to fail)
Nederlandpresents

Can you comprenhend with a concerted effort on your own behalf?


Enigmatic conceptions
Cerebral and unreal
The scriber understood
But you think you feel?
Within the writer’s thoughtform
Can you ascertain?
The point of things just uttered
Or are you just the bane?


Will you reach for comfort;
The meaning underlied?
Or will this understanding
Be to you denied?
Twixt the cerebellum
Do you think you know?
The answer to the question
Melts away like snow


Aertereal Linguistical Verbosity
Lacks the empirical, formulaic quality the layman wants
He reaches out but finds nothing
The Labyrinth confounds him


[in an Old Gregg voice]


You think you’re gonna understand what’s going on, but ya really don’t
Like grabbin’ a cat or some shit, and it turns out to be your grandma’s teat
And then you’re like, ‘what the fuck, Grandma, what’s your teat a-doin’ he-yere?’
And then you just say to hell with it and give Rosemary some old fashion lovin’ like sh’ wants


[six minute saxophone solo]


HAVE YOU UN-DER-STOOD? Their lyrics comprehend?
(Methodic deconstruction cannot here avail)
CAN YOU MAKE-TO-RIGHT? Decipher the meme?
(Organized attempts certain are to fail)

edit Fornificus Troupers

Marsvoltamexico

Umbilic blisters and hedonistic troupes; have you ever been the conventicle of Mexico?

O, mar Rodriguez, tell me that it’s over
Cthulhic intentions and Poisson distributions
My melodic flaccid interest wanes, you know


Biblical scriptions ar’en’t what’s the matter
Bixler-Zavala, speak the incantation
Bombastic utterances make the song, you know


Testament Isaiah, musica claviered
We know that you know the destination
Aetereal and melodious sets the mood, you know


We’ve all been
Trippin’ on hard drugs
(The needle strikes the crimson vein)
We’ve all been
Sowing empty seeds
(The semen’s still inert the same)


[lengthy instrumental interlude]


Chaotic rhythmic structure, the underlying math
Pridgen, Alderete, the beat to fornication
Though masturbation works the same, you know


O, mar, brotherly assisted in your enterprise
Synthetic and hallow tones make for anticipation
And intelligentsia’d dissonance woos critics, you know


And González does the rest
Yes, González does the rest


[dissonant electronic sounds]


[fadeout]

edit Frenulum labiorum pudendi

[building guitar introduction]


Hoglouse

It defected back to where the cul-de-sac payed.

He sits
Loused beyond all measure
And stays
Waiting silent still
You think
‘What’s this that I see here?’
And go
‘Fuck it, I don’t care’


First albums are confusing
Everyone confound
The message (if there is one)
Sold back by the pound
In the comatorium
The track list does unfold
Made to entice the prog fan
Found it breaks the mold
Empty hallways whisper
Empty hallways whisper


[ten minute ‘groove’]


Francisthemute

Apparitions inside, the crease of spacial time. Vroom Vroom.

[eight minutes of silence]


Biblical conceptions
Latin themes as well
A unifying concept
Now that’s a harder sell


Portmanteaus and organs
Make up what’s the meme
But what this really lacks
Is an underlying theme


[ominous transition]
Bedlamingoliath

I've got a penis that will rip through the very fabric of time (time, time, time)


Reckless and cursed, The Soothsayer cries out
Ouija and spirits descend
Without the matter of inflection
It beckons through historic matters


Goliath’s got a lot to say
If you’d only listen
Goliath’s going to make your day
If you’d only listen


[crescendo and three minute salsa dance by the band]


Infirmary, perdition (incomprehensible fiction)
Bedlam and infection (hexes made for you protection)

edit Vea También

Nuvola apps important Article written in the style of its subject
This article is written in the real or imagined writing style of its subject. If you do not find it funny, it is probably because you are the type who needed this explained to you. If you still do not find the article funny, that is surely because a joke loses its humor when it is explained. The authors sincerely hope that you will pick up your game and laugh without prompting in the future.
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