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El Emo Caliente · 07-13-2004, 06:13 PM

Drunkship of lanterns (The Mars Volta)

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

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

Edited By El Emo Caliente on July 13 2004 at 21:13

07-13-2004, 06:13 PM	#12
El Emo Caliente Senior Member Junior Member Join Date: Jun 2004 Posts: 132 Post Thanks / Like Thanks (Given): Thanks (Received): Likes (Given): Likes (Received): Dislikes (Given): Dislikes (Received): Points: 0 Mentioned: 0 Post(s) Tagged: 0 Thread(s) Quoted: 0 Post(s)	Drunkship of lanterns (The Mars Volta) 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 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 Edited By El Emo Caliente on July 13 2004 at 21:13 __________________ keep it like an elitest.