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Track: Lapochka
Artist: The Mars Volta
Album: Noctourniquet

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Name: The Mars Volta
Spotify Genres: progressive rock, progressive metal, art rock
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Formed 2001 // Los Angeles, CA, United States [a81742] splintered into [a253712] and The Mars Volta. Cedric Bixler and Omar Rodriguez were the main duo behind the newly formed Mars Volta, and took the band into realms of hardcore, psychedelic rock and free jazz, rather a drastic change from ATDI's "emotional punk" sounds. On January 23, 2013, Cedric Bixler-Zavala revealed that he was no longer a part of The Mars Volta and that the band had broken up. Cedric and Omar then created [a3815030]. The Mars Volta reunited in June 2022.

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Release: The Mars Volta - Noctourniquet
Year: 2012
Genres: Rock
Styles: Psychedelic Rock, Prog Rock, Alternative Rock

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LYRICS

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?
How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?

The avulsion whims its spurs in the pinches of my earth
The dust I kick of animus shatters

Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow
and in your suppression tastes sulfur

Hear the children say
(Inexpressible innocence)

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Til the mountains of avarice turn blue?

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?

As suddenly your avalanche
reverses my polarity

And secretly come Sunday morning
standing at the pulpit to an empty room

Hear the children say
(Inexpressible innocence)

Tear of mended sails

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Til the mountains of avarice turn blue

How long must I wait
How long must I wait
Til the moleskin I pick becomes fused?

The drowning water you drink, passed on by birth
I'm no longer willing to give you control