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[Queso]

You guys need to hear this song!

 

Omar Alfredo Rodriguez-Lopez

boiling death request a body to rest it's head on

 

:shrug:

 

http://bongbythesink.tripod.com/09BoilingDestItsHeadOn.mp3

[freeztar]

The link does not work.

[Queso]

Right click it! Save target as...! Download linked file!

 

It's such an amazing song!

[Loricybin]

what is this off of?

[freeztar]

I'm getting a 12kb file instead of the linked file.

[Queso]

your computer must be sick!

[freeztar]

A right click gives me a site error. A left click followed by a 'Save Target As' gives me a 12kb mp3 file.

 

 

Try badongo.com or fileden.com.

[Queso]

It works for me...i get a 5.8 mb file.

I ay ay,

does it work for anyone else?

Ill badongo it in a bit

 

COME ON PEOPLE LISTEN TO THIS CRAZY SONG!

[Queso]

Nobody else listened? :)

 

That's sad.

[Drip Curl Magic]

I already have this song on my computer, but I decided to test the link.

 

It works.

 

Right click- save target as- brings me to 5.8 mb mp3 download.

[Loricybin]

i heard/dug it.

[Monomer]

COME ON PEOPLE LISTEN TO THIS CRAZY SONG!

 

It is crazy!!

 

I read an old Mojo on the weekend that described Frances The Mute as a latino-metal-jazz-punk freakout.

 

I listened to De-Loused in the Comatorium and Amputechture recently, and liked Amputechture more.

[Queso]

ahhh yes...the mars volta....

Experiencing them play live is unreal.

So much energy explodes from those guys...

[Drip Curl Magic]

mmm, good to see more people giving TMV a listen.

 

I love amputechture,

 

But I definately favor de-loused for it's incredibly eerie and experimental nature. I think you definately have to be in the right mind set to listen to de-loused, though, otherwise it would come off as quite an annoying album.

[Queso]

"A mass of gallon sloth,

as flies have walls for feet-

A rapturous verbatim,

someone said but who's to know?

And when you find a fringe,

the one last hit that spent you

You'll find the ossuary spilling by the day."

[Tarantism]

Sulking drained the fall of my pale will

Swarming by your steps

Licking the ankles of blasphemer guilts

It only meant to drape a plastic

Over the stuck pig scalp of head

To cover the sock where the flatline had spread

The kiosk in my temporal lobe

Is shaped like Rosalyn Carter

She says my map is home again

But torn face down

[Queso]

The ocean floor is hidden

From your viewing lens

A depth perception

Languished in the night

All my life, I’ve been

Sowing the wounds

But the seeds sprout

A lachrymal cloud