| The Mars Volta – Imago Lyrics | 9 years ago |
| This is one of my favourite songs. I always come back to it when I'm lost spiritually, because (and it can still be interpreted in a lot of ways) it's about those nights when you're due to realise how you can't actually do anything in this world. The only spindle of life ("the sapless embryonic miles") that you're holding onto is your heart, left to last in a corporeal cage ("My heart is trapped inside, and I refuse to accept this throne"), while you would better keep these countless thoughts to yourself, otherwise even they would lose meaning and nobody would understand you ("My knives are burrowed voices, glistened by the handles so they won't let go"). And when the night is over, you're bound to return to your usual psyche, tired, thinking back about how useless this was in the first place ("My night's unfolding, reads like a page of test results: this sterile codex is missing all my last resolve"). | |
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