Tilting At The Univendor by At The Drive-In
Album : in·ter a·li·a
Released : 2017
Genre : Alternative Rock
Label : Rise Records
I let a sparrow
Talk me out of the crib
Made of mannequin arms & sycophants
She sang her caution
Thrown against the odds
I’m not tilting at windmills
I’m taking my chances
She put the feral
Back inside my voices
I’ll take a cigarette &
Put it out on my arm
It’s the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint
While the other takes
The sinner away
The TelePrompTer
Has begun to rot
Where I’ve carried the blindest items
They’ll seem to find a way
To haunt you again
I’m not tilting at windmills
I’m taking my chances
She put the feral
Back inside my voices
I’ll take a cigarette &
Put it out on my arm
It’s the only way that i can feel
One tempts the saint
While the other takes
The sinner away
Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken
Stung by a million justifications
Swung by the faithful grip
Of a million axes
Sung by the choir whose lungs are broken
Stung by a million justifications
Swung by the disenchanted –
Not faint of heart
Pray that you never find
A place to bury you, bury you
She put the feral
Back inside my voices
I’ll take a cigarette &
Put it out on my arm
It’s the only way that I can feel
One tempts the saint
While the other takes
The sinner away
○ At The Drive-In – in·ter a·li·a (Album 2017)
01. ‘No Wolf Like The Present’
02. ‘Continuum’
03. ‘Tilting At The Univendor’
04. ‘Governed By Contagions’
05. ‘Pendulum In A Peasant Dress’
06. ‘Incurably Innocent’
07. ‘Call Broken Arrow’
08 ‘Holtzclaw’
09. ‘Torrentially Cutshaw’
10. ‘Ghost-tape No.9’
11. ‘Hostage Stamps’
○ Listen to “At The Drive-In” Songs
● “Star Slight ”
[ Quotable ]
He spits on your tip-toes
(Guided by star slight)
And you keep hugging folklore
(Nowhere is home)
To cover
Discover
(Inside of my mind)
Cover
Discover
But this is star slight
● “Chanbara ”
[ Quotable ]
Prosthetic, prosthetic, prosthetic blemish
Necro is the Velcro on the charred appendage
Cauterize solder gun in the melting of seeds
Oh, dear god, what a tangled web we weave
● “Rolodex Propaganda ”
[ Quotable ]
Jigsaw pattern dominoes left a trail
The whites of their eyes polaroids of the tale
For our amusement we bring stares to the defendants
Mechanical panaceas absolved by history
Phonetic paralysis inflicted through morality
The seed that it nurtured was a wilted bouquet
Temper temper temperature