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Cedric Bixler-Zavala

Cedric Bixler-Zavala in 2008
Background information
Born November 4, 1974 (1974-11-04) (age 35)
Redwood City, California, U.S.
Origin El Paso, Texas, U.S.
Genres Progressive rock, art rock, psychedelic rock, post-hardcore, punk, alternative rock, dub
Occupations Musician, Songwriter, Singer, Drummer
Instruments Vocals
Drums
Maracas
Tambourine
Guitar
Keyboard
Years active 1993–present
Associated acts The Mars Volta
De Facto
At the Drive-In
The Fall on Deaf Ears

Cedric Bixler-Zavala (born November 4, 1974 in Redwood City, California) is a Grammy Award-winning Mexican-American musician known for his work as frontman and lyricist of The Mars Volta, and previously as frontman and occasional guitarist of the alternative rock group At the Drive-In. He has also played drums for a number of acts, including the dub act De Facto.

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Lyrical and vocal style

Bixler-Zavala's lyrics are renowned for their impressionistic qualities compared to their narrative qualities. In explaining his approach to songwriting, he has said that his lyrics are written and developed to match the tone and atmosphere of the instrumental music. He has been noted for his extensive vocabulary, and has cited a variety of lyrical and stylistic influences, including Björk, Werner Herzog, Freddie Mercury, Luis Buñuel, Neu!, Doctor Who, Syd Barrett, Damo Suzuki, and Mexican folk tales. He has also experimented with bilingual lyrics, switching from English to Spanish several times within the course of a song; see macaronic language. The release of The Mars Volta's debut album De-Loused in the Comatorium was accompanied by a short novel of the same name, written in the same metaphorical style. The lyrics were arranged by Cedric and Jeremy Ward. Much of his vocal work operates in the higher register (displayed in songs such as "Inertiatic ESP"). Bixler-Zavala uses his very strong head and chest mix voice and transitions seamlessly between registers. He is considered a leggiero tenor, very similar to other famous rock vocalists like Robert Plant. He has also used mid-range, screaming, and spoken-word styles, much of which he utilized in his work with At the Drive-In. In the Mars Volta he also makes extensive use of effects on his vocals during recordings, and occasionally uses them for live performances.

Cedric Bixler-Zavala live at the LC Pavilion in Columbus, OH

On-stage behavior

Both The Mars Volta and At the Drive-In shows are marked with sporadic dancing, outbursts of flailing acrobatics including handstands and flips, destruction and hurling of on-stage property, and physicality with audience members. Previously Bixler Zavala was a heavy drug user and credited much of his behavior to this although he and band mate Omar Rodriguez-Lopez claim their use of narcotics ceased upon the death of long-time friend and the Mars Volta sound manipulator Jeremy Michael Ward.

Bixler-Zavala has been very vocal on and off-stage about audience behavior, including moshing, crowd surfing, slam-dancing, and throwing items on-stage. He infamously walked off stage 10 minutes into an At The Drive-In performance at the 2001 Big Day Out festival in Sydney after previously having asked the audience to calm down and observe the safety rules ("Let's dance, rather than beat the shit out of each other..."). After their refusal, Zavala told the crowd, "I think it's a very very sad day when the only way you can express yourself is through slamdancing!" then after pointing at an audience member crowd surfing saying, "Look at that... You learned that from the TV! You didn't learn that from your best friend!" and finally stating to the crowd, "You're a robot, you're a sheep!" before bleating at them several times, finishing with, "I have a microphone and you don't! You're a sheep, you watch TV way too much!" and leaving the stage.[1]

He has also displayed a dislike of fans smoking cigarettes at Mars Volta shows.[2][3]

Personal Life

Bixler-Zavala is an admitted former drug user who has been open about his use of opioids, marijuana, and LSD. His father, Dennis Bixler, is a professor of Chicano studies at the University of Texas - El Paso, the city where Cedric spent much of his youth. He has a sister named Jenna. He is known for his long-term personal and professional friendship with bandmate Omar Rodriguez-Lopez. He has stated that he is of Mexican, Spanish, and German heritage. In the summer of 2009, Bixler-Zavala married actress/model Chrissie Carnell. She is previously from New York where she was represented by Elite Model Management.

Instrumentalist and Alavaz Relxib Cirdec Recordings

Bixler-Zavala played the drums in the experimental dub reggae group De Facto, and occasionally played guitar and drums with At the Drive-In.

Under the pseudonym "Alavaz Relxib Cirdec" ("Cedric Bixler-Zavala" with the order of the letters reversed), Bixler-Zavala contributed a 2-song single to the GSL Special 12" Singles Series, released in December 2005. Closer to the dub of De Facto and the ambient experimentation shown in Omar Rodriguez-Lopez records than the prog-rock of The Mars Volta, the two songs Bixler-Zavala has produced under this alias are entirely instrumental, with the exception of samples of speech that can be heard on "Live Private Booths". "Live Private Booths" is a funky Fela Kuti-style jam featuring flute, drums, bass, guitars and samples, while "Sapta-Loka" is a more ambient exploration of eastern-style drones, with subtler instrumentation.

Bixler has stated that he is working on a solo album with former Mars Volta drummer Deantoni Parks [4].

Discography

With Los Dregtones

With The Fall on Deaf Ears

With At the Drive-In

With De Facto

With The Mars Volta

As Alavaz Relxib Cirdec

With Omar Rodriguez-Lopez

Guest appearances

References

External links


Quotes

Up to date as of January 14, 2010

From Wikiquote

This page is about the singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala from the rockbands At the Drive In, The Mars Volta and the dub-reggaeband De Facto.

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Bixler-Zavala about the bandname The Mars Volta

The Volta is taken from a Federico Fellini book about his films, what he characterizes as a changing of scene, or a turnaround; a new scene to him is called Volta. Y'know, changing of time and the changeover. And Mars, we're just fascinated by science fiction so and it's something that ultimately looked as in anything I write, its meaning is always up to the listener. As the way we write songs and words, if it looks great on paper then to us it's like painting, so if it looks good meaning the second then people usually have a better interpretation than we ever would.[1]

Bixler-Zavala in an Interwiew with Drowned In Sound

What's the idea behind the record?

We wanted to make the opposite of all the records we've done. All along we've threatened people that we'd make a pop record, and now we have.

Something deliberately more accessible?

Well, just for us really. The first song was something that was meant to end up on Bedlam, but I guess it didn't fit. What we wanted to make was an acoustic album. So this is our version of that, but obviously not sticking to the rules. It's always good to get rid of one audience to gain another. The old audience always knows what to expect. And I'm sure whatever audience comes from this album, we'll disappoint them with the next record.

So you want a challenge for the fans who only want twenty minute guitar solos and no choruses?

We did have choruses before, just the libraries of music in people's heads are so undeveloped that their ideas of choruses are training wheels and the Bay City Rollers.

In terms of your career as a whole, is this going to be as 'pop' as The Mars Volta ever get?

I don't know what's going to happen. The next record might be a combination of everything we've done so far. At the same time Omar's releasing an album called Cryptomnesia with the drummer Zac Hill...

From Hella?

Yeah exactly, so if anyone's bummed that The Mars Volta record's too simple or too pop, they can buy that album and it'll take them right back to that kind of sound. It's one of my favourite things I've ever worked on. It's pretty much a Mars Volta record, just without Thomas, Ikey, and Marcel. With Volta [Octahedron] was just our acoustic record that turned into our pop record.

And is it a concept record?

Not really. I thought it was going to be but never really got around to writing about anything in particular. Just a lot of instant song composing and regular themes that I wouldn't even want to elaborate on...

Surely there imagery that stuck in your mind throughout the lyric writing process?

...kidnappings, vanishings, 'what if' scenarios about how to get Republicans out of the White House if they'd got in.

What have you been listening to that influenced it?

A lot of Scott Walker ballads, ballads from Roky Erickson and the Raspberries.

Your lyrical vocabulary seems a lot more down to earth too.

Yeah, probably. But you think I'm saying something and then you read the actual lyric and realise it's pretty bent out of shape. What people need to understand is that we've been doing this for almost ten years now and everything we do is just our way of making things interesting for the band.

Looking at the number of solo albums Omar makes, he's clearly constantly writing. In terms of songs, how does he differentiate what's for one of his own records and what's for the band?

Some stuff he just feels passionately about, and that's for Volta. Or I'll stick my head around the door and ask if we can use something for the band.

And can we expect a Cedric solo album any time soon?

Yeah, there's a lot of music that's ready. I just need to get around to singing on all of it. I've been working a lot with a friend of mine called Deantoni Parks, a drummer who's spent time with like, Tom Waits and John Cale. He plays in this band Kudu who are pretty much a modern version of Vanity Sticks, and he toured with Volta for a while. Omar's made a couple of electronic records with him. He's known as like the live drummer that can sound like a machine.

There's that sort of electronic sound that comes through subtly on Octahedron, especially on tracks like 'Copernicus'...an almost '90s Warp vibe in parts. Can we expect more of that on future Mars Volta stuff?

Yeah, I'd definitely push for more of that.

What about the live shows for this record? Are they going to be lighter too?

I reckon we'll play the majority of the record and then we'll probably end the set with some of the older stuff that we can include improvisation on. I think the game plan is to play all the new stuff as individual songs, unless something opens up and we recognise it as a spot to fool around with.

And after almost ten years in the band, do you think it'll be going for another ten?

Yeah definitely, especially being around the people in the band right now just excites me. Plus, to have as much time off as we've had from it... it's a good break to remind you what you love doing. I love it and I'll always love it. It's the one outlet I have that won't get me arrested or get me in trouble. I can get away with it. I don't know if I could collaborate with many other people. The closest thing I've found to like-minded people is when we curated ATP.

That was the first ATP I ever went to. It blew my mind, you had everything going on from Acid Mothers Temple to Saul Williams to Lydia Lunch to Peanut Butter Wolf...

I was so excited that everyone would even say yes to sharing the stage. Mastodon, Diamanda [Galas], Antony [Hegarty]... I felt like a little kid, and I don't even know if we deserved it, but I've always thought ours was the most diverse so far. Hopefully Barry will let us do it again...

They'll probably be up for paying you a lot to reform 'At The Drive-In', like they did with Sleep at few weekends ago.

Oh yeah, they do that right? [laughter]

But I take it you probably won't be accepting any offers on that front any time soon?

I don't know what to say about that really. We've been making amends with a lot of the members and having some really good talks with them. And we've been trying to get our financial business in order because a lot of people have been ripping off that band really badly... as far as the business side goes. I wouldn't mind it. Y'know, it might happen, we just have to iron out a lot of personal things. A lot of it we've dealt with already and I've apologised for a lot of things I've said and the way it ended... we'll see what happens.

[2]

Lyrics

Lyrics from De-Loused In The Comatorium

Son et Lumiere

Clipside of the pink eye flight I’m not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book. Gestating with all the other rats, nurse said that my skin will need a graft, I am of pock marked shapes, the vermin you need to loathe… [3]

Inertiatic ESP

Now I’m lost…now I am lost. Last night i heard lepors Flinch like birth defects It’s musk was fecal in origin As the words dribbled off of its chin, It said, “I’m lost….....now i am lost…...” Dolls wreck the minced meat of pupils Cast in oblong arms length The hooks have been picking their scabs Where wolves hide in the company of men It said, “I’m lost…..now i am lost…....” Are you peaking in the red ? Perforated at the neck. What of this mongrel architect A broken arm of sewers set Past present and future tense Clip side of the pink eyed fountain “Now I’m lost…...now I am lost” It’s been said, long time ago You’ll be the first and last to know You’ll never know….you’ll never know. [4]

Roulette Dares (the Haunt of)

Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison This is the haunt of roulette dares Ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor To all that enter here. Open wrist talk back again In the wounded of its skin They’ll pinprick the witness In ritual contrition The AM trinity Fell upon asphyxia Derailed, In the rattles of Made its way through the tracks of a Snail slouching whisper A half ass commute through Umbilical blisters. Specter will lurk, radar has gathered Midnight neuces from boxcar cadavers. Exoskeletal junction at the railroad, delayed It’s because this is…... Cranial bleeding Leaches train the living Cursed are they who speak its name. Ruse of metacarpi Caveat emptor To all that enter here Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It’s because this is….. Rattling the laughter hinges splintering inside Bludgeoned to a saddle, rang the cloister bell inside Inside Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed It’s because this is… [5]

Drunkenship of Lanterns

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 Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home A float 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 Transoceanic 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 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 Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll. [6]

Eriatarka

And there are those who Hadn’t found the speaking so wrong Is it wrong? Of pavolov lore, they ran Rampant through the floors is this wrong? Feels so wrong… Happened on a respirator In the basements Are they gone? Are they gone? Stung the slang of a gallows bird Rationed a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets Tenticles smirk please Flinched the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Now there are those who find Comfort in the breathing wrong Is it wrong? It houses the watchful eyes They’re panting in a pattern In droves, are they gone? Happened on a respirator In the basement Is it gone? Are they gone? Stung the slang of a gallows bird Sanctioned a dead letter pure Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tape worm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cocooned meat Infra-recon forgets Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew The plans they had for us Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew The plans they had for us They used to have pulses in them, but impulse has made the strong. They used to have pulses in them, but impulse has made them strong Evaporated the fur Because it covers them If you only knew The plans they had for us Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets Tentacles smirk please Flinch the cocooned meat Infra-reco forgets Gotta be a way Of getting out Are you just growing old? Trackmarked amoeba lands craft Cartwheel of scratches Dress the tapeworm as pets [7]

Cicatriz ESP

Do you recall its name? As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt too much Still scalping this ticketless applause And when they drag the lake there’s nothing left at all. Sutured, contusion Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague I’ve lost my way Even if this cul de sac would pay To reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag the lake there’s nothing left at all I’ve defected I’ve defected I’ve defected This is my last incision The stitches have defected. Beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague I’ve lost my way Even if this cul de sac did pay Beyond the anthills of I’ve lost my way Even if you reach inside a vault Whatever be the cost Sterling clear blackened ice And when they drag they lake there’s nothing left at all. I’ve defected I’ve defected [8]

This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed

I’ve been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I’ve been searching for so long For something to Anonymous…avenge my name Anonymous…avenge my name You came here on time I hope that it’s not to late I’ve seen you at night Biting the frost of silence Can you cure us of this fate Mock the litany in its face Is that you, Moatilliatta? I’ve been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I’ve been searching for so long For something to Anonymous….avenge my name Anonymous….avenge my name Hex zero rouge He’ll hybernate no more The altars run dry Prefect dictate your final words Does it sting of augur truth? Was your temple left in ruins? Is that you, Moatilliatta?? I’ve been waiting for so long For someone to mend all the blame I’ve been searching for so long For something to Anonymous…avenge my name Anonymous…avenge my name This is the altar The one that you let me die in On your knees How you wept Much like omertta Quiet has shielded all intent On the ground it appears Like wrath Avenging the lamb as bait In a bed of nails you made Who made this effigy? Is there straw dressed in these fields? And now it won’t be long I’ve been waiting for so long For someone to Mend all the blame I’ve been searching for so long For something to Anonymous…avenge my name [9]

Televators

Just as he hit the ground They lowered a tow that Stuck in his neck to the gills Fragments of sobriquets Riddle me this Three half eaten cornias Who hit the aureole Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you. Page of concrete Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped. The house half the way Fell empty with teeth that Split both his lips, mark these words One day this chalk outline Will circle this city Was he robbed of the asphalt That cushioned his face? A room colored charlatan Hid in a safe Stalk the ground Stalk the ground You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave Pull the pins Save your grace Mark these words On his grave You should have seen The curse that flew right by you Page of concrete Stain walks crutch in hobbled sway Autodafe A capulary hint of red Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go [10]

"Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt"

You must have been phlegmatic in stature The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes Out of a blind mans picaresque heart You take the veil You’ll take the dive You take the veil It’s not over till the tremulant sings These ideas of march are they so make believe? How tempts the revenant Slice up and not across You take the veil You’ll take the dive You take the veil A mass of gallon sloth As flys have walls for feet A rapturous verbatim Someone said but who is to know And when you find the fringe The one last hit that spent you Tou’ll find the ossuary spilling by the day Iconoclastic had it coming for years They know the prisons that you have yet to fear Where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths Adlib your memoires by casting a drought You take the veil You’ll take the dive You take the veil A mass of gallon sloth As flys have walls for feet. A rapturous verbatim Someone said but who is to know And when you find the fringe The one last hit that spent you You’ll find the ossuary spilling by the day Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it’s sleep again Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it’s sleep again Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it’s sleep again Knife me in Hobbling Talking in it’s sleep again Virulent hives Of bedpost piles Virulent hives Who brought me here Forsaken, depraved and Wrought with fear? who turned it off? The last thing I remember now Who brought me here? Forsaken, depraved and Wrought with fear Who turned it off? The last thing I remember now Who brought me here? [11]

Lyrics from Frances the Mute

Cygnus Vimund...Cygnus

The ocean floor is hidden From your viewing lens A depth perception Languished in the night All my life, I’ve been Sewing the wounds But the seeds sprout A lachrymal cloud Nino preparate Que vas sufrir Nino preparate Salte veneno Nino preparate Salte de aqui Nino preparate Labios temblando Nino preparate Salte veneno Nino preparate Salte de aqui Nino preparate Brincan los cuerpos Vas a sufrir My nails peel back When the taxidermist ruined Goose stepped the freckling impatience All the brittle tombs Five hundred little q’s I’m splitting hairs to Match the faces All night long I’ll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia naci Now this train don’t lie An abortion that survived A lineage of Bastard mastacation All the severed proof Talons scratch my suite These are the feathers That replace them All night I’ll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia nací Who do you trust Will they feed us the womb Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb I found the remnants Of a crescent fang It cleaned my wing Down to the bone Umbilical syllables Left to decode There was no cradle I can taste it Come on now All night I’ll hunt for you Let me show you what I mean Sangre Sonando De rabia naci Who do you trust Will they feed us the womb Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb Bring me this plague She took a drink Those nicotine stains On his every word My scavenger quilt Will only hide the truth Bring me Bring me this plague I count the days to find What was left behind Only these names I clutch Will lead me to my home Somehow this river marks A wrinkle hand in mine And everyday that parts The water into two Mothers and feathers start To drown the living proof I can’t remember these lakes of blood Wrapped in a blanket There sweats a cut Who do you trust Will they feed us the womb Chrome the fetal mirage Will they feed us the womb [12]

The Widow

He’s got fasting black lungs Made of clove splintered shardes They’re the kind that will talk Through a weezing of coughs And I hear him every night In every pore And every time he just makes me warm Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Must I hide? Cause I’ll never Never sleep alone Look at how they flock to him From an isle of open sores He knows that the taste is such Such to die for And I hear him every night On every street The scales that do slither Deliver me from… Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Then I’ll hide Cause I’ll never Never sleep alone Oh lord Said I’m bloodshot for sure Pale runs the ghost Swollen on the shore Everynight in every pore The scales that do slither Deliver me from… Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Then I’ll hide Cause I’ll never Never sleep alone Freeze without an answer Free from all the shame Let me die Cause I’ll never Never sleep alone

L'Via L'Viaquez

L’ Via Hija de Miranda Tu Apellido se cambió L’ Via Sin Ojos me quieres dar Una historia sin mi madre Solo tengo que decirte El dolor de noche dice Solo se quedo el vestido Le lave la sangre L’ Via No dejes de descansar En la calle caminas Quien te va a perseguir L’ Via Te quieren matar Dientes de Machete Cabezas de gallo L’ Via Durmiendo en paz Abre los ojos Todo cambiará L’ Via Soñado de venganza Y yo te lo juro Lo van a pagar Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain The ones they tightly wrapped in tape In her eraser sang the guilty As it made the best mistakes And with everybody that I find And with every clamor that they mine I won’t forget who I’m looking for Oh mother help me I’m looking for L ‘ Via Hija de Miranda Tu apellido se cambió L’ Via Sin ojos me quieres dar Una historia sin mi madre Solo tengo que decirte El dolor de noche dice Solo se quedo el vestido Le lave la sangre Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain The ones they tightly wrapped in tape In her eraser sang the guilty As it made the best mistakes And with everybody that I find And with every clamor that they mine I won’t forget who I’m looking for Oh mother help me I’m looking for Solo tengo Una hora Y me duermo Terminado Por veinte y cinco Años pasaron Siguen los cuerpos Aqui temblando Tome la sangre Comi el cuerpo Mis lagrimas Quiebra el espejo When all the worms come Crawlin out of your head Telling you Don’t you be afraid When all the worms come Crawlin out of your head Telling you Don’t you be afraid Blackmailed she fell off every mountain The ones they tightly wrapped in tape In her eraser sang the guilty As it made the best mistakes Shark kites got tangled in the moleskin Urgent plea of escape A mouth to mouth on the chalkboard Written in fingernail distaste And with everybody that I find And with every clamor that they mine I won’t forget who I’m looking for Oh mother help me I’m looking for Blackmailed she fell off every mountain The ones they tightly wrapped in tape In her eraser sang the guilty As it made the best mistakes And with everybody that I find And with every clamor that they mine I won’t forget who I’m looking for Oh mother help me I’m looking for

Miranda That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore

I’ve always wanted To eat glass with you again But I never knew how How to talk without Walls dropping on the eve The nest they made couldn’t break you Along the fallen Scowled a fence of beaks But the temple is scathing Through your veins They were scaling Through an ice pick of abcess rekoning And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And whoever said that they would scatter Separating the mother from child She can bat a broken eyelid Raining maggots from it’s sty And with the traces that she leaves She will skin you out alive All the children go grinding their jaws The sweet smell of their toothless canals And the damn she will break, make an ocean from this lake As they siphon off all of our blood And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose the obey

Cassandra Gemini

I think I’ve become like one of the others I think I’ve become like one of the others I think I’ve become like one of the others 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 Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms, bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I’ve sworn to kill every last one Every last one Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic in the worms Onto the floor And out of your mouth Out of your eyelids No there’s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there’s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm Your mother flirted with disease When she skinned that costume by it’s navel strings Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic in the worms, onto the floor And out of your mouth out of your eyelids No there’s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there’s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there’s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches Shock lest shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you again I won’t feel not this time Brick by brick, the night eclipsed Pricked by cuticle thorns Dried the sleep on nursery slits Into this life I’m born Heaven’s just a scab away I’d like to see you after just one taste Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight Night forever more, let them see it has begun The others I’ve become If you should see the dice, charmed with It’s snaked choked eyes You’ll wear the widows weeds Because they’re just your size Behind the snail secretion, leaves a dry heave that absorbs A limbless procreation, let the infant crawled deformed A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets And now when the craving calls I’ll scratch my itchy teeth Come on and sing it now Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight Night forever more Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight Night forever more She fell for the whispers, sister flooded deaf tears That night tore a river, in her baron womb mirror And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues Set crucified fires to petrified homes…let it burn And the owls they were watching And the owls didn’t care Then the owls came a knocking, placenta in their stares They will feed on all the carnage, leftover from the flood And in the corner of their eyes, fled sister L’ Via Now the pieces went floating, reflecting all at dusk Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine Twenty five snakes are drowning You can’t bend your crooked arms or fold your punctured proof The air is growing cold and there’s nothing you can do Soon there’ll be no gauze, inside the confessional Only rows of crows, defrocking every breath And one day you’ll remember Behind the melting cones, you always had a family In the burial of your home I’ll peel back all of my skin Peel back and let it all run Brick by brick, the night eclipsed Pricked by the cuticle thorns, dried the sleep On nursery slits into this life I’m born Havens just a scab away I’d like to see you after just one taste Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight Night forever more, let them see it has begun The others I’ve become No there’s no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there’s no light, no there’s no time You ain’t got nothing, your life was just a lie.

Lyrics from Amputechture

Vicarious Atonement

Don’t you pretend that i’m not alive my bones never ache unless she’s nearby where is your face in a safe of dead tongues i can see your reflection in your totem first born i suspect you’ve been carrying a pack of wolves i regret not killing you while i had the chance maybe i will always haunt you mark the somnolence with truth better hang your dead palace than have a living home to lose in the river ganges god damns my name don’t let these hands sharpen your eyes a rasp of tails [13]

Tetragrammaton

Tell me it’s over rusbel awaits i’ve been to the surface and nothing is there eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound but when she awakes will she still be with us my heart is darkclots leap year is late how did you get here ask all but the bait from a christ that went hissing constricting his cells we summon by candle by book and by bell glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals the sermon goes mourning pricking it’s hail slothful the child that preys on the seed shall behead the drough wound under sleeves i hope you have room in a thicket of vines give me a moment to clean what you’ve stole the streets will hang high stretch ribs and let taste we’ll cover the smell with silver nitrate mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals then so long dear mnemonic assume the form you’ve given me and i’ll spill now hold on just hold my hand say that they made you but you brought your own leash tell me no more no say i’m the last one outside by the drift you read my will of thread and itch failure to comply as failure to decease and still you won’t know everything i’ve built the fall sulking drained the fall of my pale will swarming by your steps licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts it only meant to drape a plastic over the stuck pig scalp of head to cover the sock where the flatline had spread the kiosk in my temporal lobe is shaped like rosalyn carter she says my map is home again but torn face down i have only but a million blemishes to tell you all about in the end they just gagged me to make him come out gas me the hind of your five legged snare tooth picks the eye but no things there down drags your waltz cross the alter top from a sleep that depravation knew trespass your form i’m void of dusk i’d ask to look but the mask stays on you’ll levitate teutonic print cruelty is the wrath of my instrument in the end they just gagged me to make him come out you locked the cuffs arsenic erupts will you drink the shadow of my red hair you and your false witness to god you’ve one in the chamber but your finger got stuck let slip the sound of a cry for help but all was lost on the night you walked palms speak through eyes serve your memory lost i contaminate with insignias in the end they just gagged me to make him come out glossolalia coats my skin glycerin and turbulence stuffed the voice inside of god mirrors to the animals wait till it get my hands on you i won’t forget a face that left me just you wait till i get my hands on you i can’t you won’t remember unwrap my corpse and let it thaw in the eye of the needle i can’t get out they’ll check my wrist i’ll faint a pulse i’m not the human you thought i was if you pet the night sixth pentacle dice if you roll the seven st. michael dies they’ll be no ransom don’t shut my mouth i scald the answer you’re afraid of [14]

References

  1. http://www.experiencefestival.com/a/The_Mars_Volta_-_Etymology_and_trivia/id/2070708
  2. http://drownedinsound.com/in_depth/4137051 DROWNED IN SOUND
  3. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/son et lumiere
  4. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/inertiatic-esp
  5. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/roulette-dares-haunt
  6. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/drunkenship-lanterns
  7. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/eriatarka
  8. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/ciciatriz-esp
  9. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/apparatus-must-be-unearthed
  10. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/televators
  11. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/take-veil-cerpin-taxt
  12. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/cygnusvismund-cygnus
  13. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/vicarious-atonement
  14. http://www.themarsvolta.com/discography/lyrics/tetragrammaton

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