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  • 标题:Meccamputechture

    标签: 总谱

    艺人:The Mars Volta

    专辑:Amputechture

    作词:Cedric Bixler Zavala

    作曲:BixlerZavala, Mars Volta ...

    节拍: Fast ♩ = 178

    key:2

    标记:Intro Part 1Intro Part 2Verse 1Call and Response SectionPre-ChorusLullChorusGuitar SoloVerse 2Pre-ChorusLullChorusGuitar DuetBreakVerse 3Pre-ChorusLullChorusJazz InterludenotammargarteT"It lacks a human pulse..."
    歌词:
    Amputechture came
    Philistine praise
    Bottomless pit of empty names
    Incarcerated habits poured from the palms
    Severing the breast
    Dancing on his arms

    Beneath those locks
    Of dirty red hair
    A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles
    They want a bouquet of black rose gems
    Cascading kisses stalactite stems
    They went and built a capsule in the cyanide pond
    Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

    Tomorrow we forget
    'Cause now has never left
    You gotta find my body
    In the mechacontext

    You give me a corpse
    You live in it now
    You're stir from a camp nourishment plows

    You give me a corpse
    You live in it now
    You're stir from a camp nourishment plows

    Please dismantle all these phantom limbs
    It's the evidence of humans as ornaments

    Humans as ornaments
    Humans as ornaments
    Humans as ornaments

    Everyone stabs all the time
    Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
    Everybody has choosen 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 his lust
    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
    Humans as ornaments
    Humans as ornaments

    Everyone stabs all the time
    Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
    Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me

    Nova meat
    The prude slit whispers of bovine heaps
    Strapped to unearth of mantis flowers
    Prunefingers who tug in a zealot's shroud

    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
    Humans as ornaments
    Humans as ornaments

    I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house
    I will scald supreme truth as it touches this house

    Everyone stabs all the time
    Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
    Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me

    Everyone stabs all the time
    Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
    Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury me

    It lacks a human pulse
    It lacks a human pulse
    It lacks a human pulse
    It lacks a human pulse
    It lacks a human pulse
    It lacks a human pulse
    It lacks a human pulse-- don't know for sure now
    It lacks a human pulse-- don't know for sure now
    It lacks a human pulse-- ah, ah, ah
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