The Mars Volta

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.
==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)
::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)
==Fornificus Troupers==
::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, Alterete, 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]
==Frenulum labiorum pudendi==
::[building guitar introduction]
::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’]
::[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]
::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)
== Vea También==
* Jesus
* Schizophrenia
* Mexico
* Surrealism
* The Vagina
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