De-Loused in the Comatorium

In a land of music and dreams so grand, The Mars Volta took us by the hand. They told a tale, so strange and bizarre, Of a man named Cerpin Taxt, oh how bizarre! Cerpin Taxt, a man in despair, Took a dangerous mix, without a care. Morphine and rat poison, oh what a fright, Sent him into a coma, day and night. For a whole week, he lay in a dream, A comatorium, not as it may seem. A journey through his mind, wild and free, Led by the Mars Volta's melody. Rick Rubin and Omar, they co-produced, With Jeremy Ward, their sound was infused. But tragedy struck, oh what a blow, Jeremy was lost, a month before the show. Flea from the Chili Peppers, he did join, To play the bass, and make the music shine. Latin rhythms and jazz, they did employ, Enigmatic lyrics, oh what a joy! Rodríguez-López's guitar, so wild and bold, Frenetic riffs, dissonant and untold. The album's name, a mystery untamed, From "Eunuch Provocateur," the title was claimed. Storm Thorgerson's art, adorned the cover, A visual masterpiece, like no other. De-Loused in the Comatorium, a tale so grand, A musical adventure, in a magical land. Random page: Kml validator