The Marble Shrine

Televators (6:19)

Album: De-Loused in the Comatorium (60:59)

Release Date: June 2, 2003

Produced By: Rick Rubin, Omar Rodriguez-Lopez

Recorded: 2002 - 2003 at The Mansion, Los Angeles

Label: Gold Standard Labs, Universal, Strummer

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Televators - Official Video

Version Information

  • A pre-mastered version of the song exists without percussion.

Live Notes

  • During the Deloused tour, the song was frequently dedicated to the memory of the recently deceased Jeremy Michael Ward.
  • The band ceased playing the song at the end of the Deloused tour, although it was brought back for a one-off comeback at the New Year's Eve acoustic set in 2007 and a subsequent un-broadcasted performance from the Nissan Live Sets.
  • The song was also played acoustically and broadcast on Mexican television in 2008, featuring Cedric, Omar and Paul.

Other Notes

  • According to an interview with Jon Theodore, Televators was written toward the end of the Deloused recording sessions, and as such was not included with the Summer Demo sessions.

Lyrics for Televators

Just as he hit the ground, they lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the gills.
fragments of sobriquets..riddle me this..three half eaten cornias, who hit the aureole...
stalk the ground...stalk the ground.

You should have seen the curse that flew right by you.
Page of concrete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway.
Autodafe..a capulary hint of red.. Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped.

The house half the way..fell empty with teeth that split both his lips, mark these words.
One day this chalk outline will circle this city.
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face? A room colored charlatan hid in a safe...
stalk the ground...stalk the ground.

You should have seen the curse that flew right by you.
Page of concrete, stain walks crutch in hobbled sway.
Autodafe...a capulary hint of red. Only this manupod crescent in shape has escaped.

Pull the pins...save your grace...mark these words on his grave.
Pull the pins...save your grace...mark these words on his grave.

You should have seen the curse that flew right by you.
Page of concrete, stain walks crutch in hobbled sway
Autodafe..a capulary hint of red. Everyone knows the last toes are always the coldest to go.