| The Mars Volta – Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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yo so i read more comments and ... alkaline asshole you rock my world heroin is totaly heroin and you are so right ... like a hundred percent im sorry the talons scratch my viens and these are the devils that replace them it can be interperated this way... the knowledge that will free me ... let me fly... is not answered and so i replace my pain with H... like hands fucken down im so certain you are right.... thank you ...goddamn... 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 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 duh now that makes sense ... the venom is fucken H ... yo i got to figure out the spanish parts of this verse now ... fuck i love you alkaline trio mother fucker... god damn this is a breakthrough but oh my god i havent given drugs anythought at all in this album till now and ive only studied this track and l'via l'viaquez god damn... okay yo maybe this shit is like way deeper than any of us thought and there isnt even like..... 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 okay i think i take back what i said about some stuff the mother and the feathers start to kill i say that bird is referance to drug everytime it comes up in any form egg talon what you ...for like shit and certain... my god im rambling ... i think im going to search on a new song now |
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| The Mars Volta – Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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I dont really understand the first stanza or the boy be get prepared but.... i mean besides i cant find my past and that makes me sad... is that all that is but... okay he talks about blankets twice My scavenger quilt Will only hide the truth and Wrapped in a blanket There sweats a cut okay i do not think abortions require a knife... but what i think really happened was hes been told hes been a failed abortion and actually killed his mother in a C section he says "this boy dont lie" or something oh wait break through he is the boy and he says his quilt hides the truth so he obviously can lie if he doesnt know the truth... okay word and then i dont under stand I found the remnants Of a crescent fang not knowing what that does to the rest of the stanza i believe that this gives evidence to my argument that he was a C section mostly just the there was no cradle and the umbilical chord reference It cleaned my wing Down to the bone Umbilical syllables Left to decode There was no cradle I can taste it Come on now My nails peel back When the taxidermist ruined Goose stepped the freckling impatience All the brittle tombs Five hundred little q’s (ques) I’m splitting hairs to Match the faces ques he gets a ques to do something like i need to find out my lineage and theres things in my life that bring me to want to find it taxidermist part is like yo they were in a rush or something and he fucked up because he was in a rush impatience and then like brittle tombs i dont know what brittle means maybe touchy subject and then moms tomb right i think maybe the father of the son wanted an abortion and thats what the skits about "she dont play that game" of getting it aborted oh and the cigarette part is totaly like she took a drink she got his dick he left a baby in her body ... cigarette I count the days to find What was left behind Only these names I clutch Will lead me to my home so he knows who his parents are? or he knows a way to find his parents??? 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 and they tried to drown him is he really the kid ??? they obviously tried to kill him .... i dunno help me out with my gaps in the plot i have only really been focusing on this song there needs to be alike an album category for this album sheeeeeet I can’t remember these lakes of blood Wrapped in a blanket There sweats a cut chrome the fetal mirage ... he wants to find out what was up and hopefully it will "pimp" the way he was born (like pimp my ride) |
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