the Mars Volta

Jon Paul Fiorentino challenged blogging poets to post their favourite lyrics. Well, here is my current fave, from the Mars Volta.

Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore
(Part A: Vade Mecum)

I’ve always wanted
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve

The nest they made couldn’t break you
Along the fallen scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins they were scaling
Through an icepick of abcess reckoning

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And whoever said that they would scatter
Separating the mother from child
She can bat a broken eyelid
Raining maggots from its sty
And with the traces that she leaves
She will skin you out alive

All the children go grinding their jaws
The sweet smell of their toothless canals
And the dam she will break
Make an ocean from this lake
As they siphon off all of our blood

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose the obey