#5

"Invalid Litter Department"
At The Drive-In
Relationship Of Command

Times I listened before I knew what to write: |
Stars: 2 (out of 5)

At The Drive-In (ATDI) is weird. They just are so if you're not ready for that, you're not going to like many of their songs.
This one however, starts off in a sneaky way with melodic choices that causes the listener to do a "double-listen" (you know, like a double take!). So you're intrigued and keep the song on until you hear the speaking part. But even then you have to wonder what's next. I don't even pay attention to what he's saying because I'm distracted waiting for the next singing part.

Only 2 stars because it never takes off like it really could, I think. And I tend to get bored during it. Also, later on the notes seem to not be a part of any sort of key but just chosen at random. This only occurs for a moment but it's enough to distract me.

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies
that had knocked the pins down
as their shoes gripped the dirt floor
in the silhouette of dying
dancing on corpses' ashes

yeah, they had plans for him
they has spun the last of the pimps
corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips
while the guillotine just laughed again
dancing on the corpses' ashes

paramedics fell into the wound
like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant
an anesthetic penance beneath
the hail of contraband

they had been defected and excommunicated
and all the pulses were subverted
and they made sure the obituaries
showed pictures of smoke stacks

a vivid dissection that mocked
the strut of vivisection
semi-automatic colonies
and a silencing that still walks the streets

in the company of wolves
was a stretcher made of
cobblestone curfews
the federales performed
their custodial customs quite well

callous heels
numbed in travel
endless maps made
by their scalpels

on my way
nails broke and fell
into the
wishing well