Lyrics
listening to two of my favorite bands, incubus and the mars volta, has inspired me to print lyrical selections from a couple songs. these songs in some way are connecting with me as i struggle with apparent religious shortcomings of our times. take them for what they are; let them speak to you what they will.
incubus’ “rogues”:
i’m keeping an eye on the future, an eye on the past
and the present in my pocket
just in case i need a door into a brave new world
where all solutions end up with my head buried to my neck in sand
enough, enough bowing down to disillusion
hats off and applause to rogues and evolution
the ripple effect is too good not to mention
if you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention
i’m keeping an eye on the pulse, an ear to the track
and penance in a locket i’m dropping from the highest floor
when it hits the ground i watch it smash to pieces
songs of liberation echo from the dust, the dust
enough, enough bowing down to disillusion
hats off and applause to rogues and evolution
the ripple effect is too good not to mention
if you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention
the mars volta’s “meccamputechture”:
amputechture came, philistine praise
bottomless pit of empty names
incarcerated habits pour from the palms
severing the breast nursing all the young
they went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
where the holiest of water would have you to drown
tomorrow we forget because now has never left
you gotta find my body in the mechacontext
you give me a corpse, you live in it now
you stir from a camp nourishment plows
please dismantle all these phantom limbs
it’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
humans as ornaments
everyone stabs all the time
persuasion deflowers your sympathy
everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
this dirt is turning christ to make repent again
so i’ve heard they’re cutting all the youngest ones
said this dirt is turning christ to make repent
so i’ve heard that the puppet tugs its pull
please dismantle all these phantom limbs
it’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
humans as ornaments
everyone stabs all the time
persuasion deflowers your sympathy
everybody has chosen to help the shovels that bury me
i will scald supreme truth
as it touches this house
i will scald supreme truth
please dismantle all these phantom limbs
it’s the evidence of humans as ornaments
humans as ornaments
scald supreme truth as it touches this house
it lacks a human pulse
it lacks a human pulse
it lacks a human pulse
