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Meccamputechture
3,589
Rock
Meccamputechture was released on January 1, 2006 by Motown as a part of the album Amputechture
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2006
LabelMotown
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM174

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Mars Volta
The Mars Volta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
Composer
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Cedric Bixler-Zavala
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jonathan DeBaun
Jonathan DeBaun
Engineer
Robert Carranza
Robert Carranza
Engineer
Paul Fig
Paul Fig
Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Omar Rodriguez
Omar Rodriguez
Producer

Lyrics

Amputechture came
Philistine praise
Bottomless pit of empty names
Incarcerated habits
Poured from the palms
Severing the breast
Nursing all the young
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
Everyone stabs all the time
Persuasion deflowers your sympathy
Everybody has choosen to help the shovels that bury
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
Written by: Cedric Bixler-Zavala, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez
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