The Marble Shrine

Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt (8:42)

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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Version Information

  • The version found on Scabdates is from the May 5th and 6th, 2005 shows at Roseland Ballroom in New York City.

Live Notes

  • In 2003 and 2004, upon the induction of Juan Alderete, the song featured a lengthy bass solo, followed by a guitar solo, and a full band jam.
  • In late 2003, a few versions included a jam that would become the "Con Safo" segment from the end section of Cygnus...Vismund Cygnus.
  • On May 6 and 13th 2004, John Frusciante joined the band onstage to perform the song.
  • In October of 2004 up until its last performances in 2005, a looped oscillating guitar effect was used as the background for a jam.

Other Notes

  • The oscillating segment was titled Gust of Mutts - And Ghosted Pouts on Scabdates.
  • Backing vocal lyrics (shown in italics and bold):
    A mass of gallon sloth (They're gonna get youas flies have walls for feet
    A rapturous verbatim, someone said but who is to know (You better run now)
    And when you find the fringe, (They won't let you) the one last hit that spent you,
    you'll find the ossuary spilling by the day (You better fight yeah!)

Lyrics for Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt

You must have been phlegmatic in stature. The gates of thanos are a spread eagle wide.
You let the shutters make sackcloth and ashes out of a blind mans picaresque heart.
You take the veil..you'll take the dive..you take the veil.

It's not over till the tremulant sings. These ideas of march are they so make believe?
How tempts the revenant...slice up and not across.
You take the veil..you'll take the dive.. you take the veil.

A mass of gallon sloth, as flys have walls for feet. A rapturous verbatim, someone said but who is to know.
And when you find the fringe, the one last hit that spent you, you'll find the ossuary spilling by the day.
Iconoclastic had it coming for years, they know the prisons that you have yet to fear...
where thumbs hide inside of sleepingbag mouths, adlib your memoires by casting a drought.
You take the veil...you'll take the dive..you take the veil.

A mass of gallon sloth..as flys have walls for feet. A rapturous verbatim-someone said but who is to know.
And when you find the fringe, the one last hit that spent you, you'll find the ossuary spilling by the day.
Knife me in....hobbling....talking in it's sleep again.
Knife me in....hobbling....talking in it's sleep again.
Knife me in... hobbling... talking in it's sleep again.
Knife me in... hobbling... talking in It's sleep again.

Virulent hives...of bedpost piles...virulent hives...
who brought me here, forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear.
who turned it off? The last thing I remember now...who brought me here?
Forsaken, depraved and wrought with fear..
who turned it off? The last thing I remember now. Who brought me here?