[thecreeper]

i like taking pretty much any mars volta/at the drive-in song and try to sort through what the hell they are talking about:

from atdi's heliotrope:

and it was written down
touching earth in a capital faunt
heat seeking gums bleeding
fingers snapping
at the catacomb stabbings
taking rations from the ballet box
cursing like sweet tarts

from the mars volta's cassandra gemini:

There was a frail syrup dripping off
His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her
Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching
Gizzard soft as a mane of needles
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged
By combing her torso to a pile
Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels

awesome songs, but i have no idea what the fuck they're talking about.