A new Clapton song, probably about the effects of "modern society" and other things (through the visual medium of the clip) on mental health and suicide:
Realy?for balance
Just can not say I felt more balanced. They have talent sure but meaning? What are they really saying? I have enough "cranial bleeding" already. Kind of "word salad" lyrics to me. Are you OK?The Mars Volta Lyrics
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"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 wrists 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 mass comute through umbilical blisters
Spector will lurk
Radar has gathered
Midnight nooses from boxcar cadavers
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
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
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
It's because this is
Ratteling the laughter
Hinges splintering inside
Bludgeoned to a saddle
Rang the cloister bell inside
inside
inside
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
Exoskeletal junction at the railroad delayed
it's because this is
Like a drop I was from the tide the beach made me grain from the sand
I was a dot in a crowd wherever I went
no one detected me and so I learned
When I thought the task was done, I turned my heart to Cassiopeia.
I zealously fulfilled our plan: for a million years wait
Today I've been giving coordinates twice as long but no one answers my call.
What could have happened to my signal?
Could it be that I've become homeless?
Today I barely survive my fate far away from my star from my people
The trance has shown me another lesson
the world of one's own is always the best
I am slowly weakening
Perhaps I will no longer be me when they find me find me
Composers: Silvio Rodriguez Dominguez
States of mind
by Mario Bendetti
Sometimes I feel
like a poor hill
and others like a mountain
of repeated summits.
Sometimes I feel
like a cliff
and at other times like a sky
blue but far away.
Sometimes one is
spring between rocks
and at other times a tree
with the last leaves.
But today I feel barely
like a sleepless lagoon
with a wharf
no longer without boats
a green lagoon
motionless and patient
content with its algae
its mosses and fishes
serene in my confidence
trusting that one evening
you will come closer and look at you,
look at you as you look at me.