Potential Track List for The Mars Volta's Upcoming Album

"THE BEDLAM IN GOLIATH" scheduled for release on October 30.

"ABERNIKULA"
"AGADEZ"
"ASKEPIOS"
"CAVALETTAS - RECALL"
"CONJUGAL BURNS"
"GOLIATH"
"ILYENA"
"METATRON"
"OUROBOROS"
"SOOTHSAYER"
"TOURNIQUET MAN"
"WAX SIMULACRA"

All titles are tracks published under the name "The Mars Volta" on ASCAP's site.

The tracks are in alphabetical order so this might not necessarily be the track order on the finalized album.

Killing The Messanger: Brad Will Films His Own Murder

"Oaxaca, Mexico -- Those of us who report from the front lines of the social justice movement in Latin America share an understanding that there's always a bullet out there with our names on it. Brad Will traveled 2,500 miles, from New York to this violence-torn Mexican town, to find his." (read on, Austin Chronicle article)

Brad Will is the last of 9 journalists to have been killed or disappeared in the past year covering stories in Mexico.

Please visit www.bradwill.org

Ritual

Seven suits scream strange sounds.
Formerly found fools freak
on optical
illusions. Insulting, instigating, inspiring,
cold crass cobras
to take tablets to town to
build big brass baphomets.
Pygmy people place pipes
upon umbrellas.
Catacombs crawl
with wind's whipping wisp.
Red robes roll
down doors. Deafening
monument's moan "more". Moss
falls from fruit.
Grasping grass grows greener.
Breasts become beautiful
dew droplets,
soaking scorched sand.
Parched parchment penetrates partitions
left longing.

In The News

First off, a rather frightening story from the Guardian that is straight out of the Philip K. Dick novel Minority Report. Project Hostile-Intent? Micro-expressions? I'm going to start wearing a paper bag over my head so I won't get arrested for some elaborate plot to knock over a portable toilet in the name of Allah.....or something.

A rather poignant article from Reason Magazine concerning the bridge collapse in Minnesota and why our roads and bridges look like swiss cheese.

Ever wonder what topics presidential candidates won't touch with a ten foot pole wrapped in fire? Neither did I, but I laughed pretty hard at this post from 10 Zen Monkeys.

Oh, and another reason congress should impeach the president.

Apathy

Apathy, how do you know when to stop caring?

Did you know you are one of the worst atrocities?

You eyes are cold cerulean, deep pools of passive placidity.

I ask you this and all I receive is perfect silence.

Except for the cricket screaming and the hum of the a/c that eventually drowned it out. That cricket is doing his damnedest to annoy the piss out of you. It makes me laugh because I know he won't succeed.

Pilot of Souls

I am a walking doorknob with picnic table legs. I stumble to the back of the room to evade a wild apparition. Force fed but not in doubt. Grout seeps from between the bricks of your big, big wall. Fall down and get up. Jump rope with some misanthrope. Elope with a cantaloupe. Shallow, shallow, shallow, you stare out into everyone's heart. Pilot of souls, you are, but you're never home. You never get to rest your legs by the fire. Travelers never find contentment until they are hustling, bustling, shuffling, their feet.