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The Widow
The Mars Volta Lyrics


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He's got fasting black lungs
Made of clove splintered shards
They're the kind that will talk
Through a wheezing of coughs

And I hear him
Every night
In every pore
And every time
He just makes me warm

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame

Must I hide?
'Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Look at how they flock to him
From an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such
Such to die for

And I hear him
Every night
On every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame

Then I'll hide
'Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Oh, Lord
Said I'm, said I'm
Said I'm, said I'm bloodshot for sure
Pale runs the ghost
Said I'm
Swollen on the shore
Swollen on the shore

Every night
In every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Then I'll hide
'Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Freeze without an answer
Free from all the shame
Let me die
'Cause I'll never
Never sleep alone

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Mars Volta's song "The Widow" provide a haunting and eerie portrayal of a man with "fasting black lungs made of clove splintered shards." The singer hears him every night "in every pore," and although the man's presence is unsettling, he somehow also manages to make her feel warm. The man seems to be surrounded by people, as the lyrics suggest that "they flock to him" from an "isle of open sores." The singer knows that the man's taste is "such to die for" and hears him every night "on every street." The scales that slither seem to offer the singer some kind of release, although it is not clear exactly what they are delivering her from.


Line by Line Meaning

He's got fasting black lungs
His lungs are consumed by his addiction to smoking, causing them to rapidly deteriorate


Made of clove splintered shardes
The smoking has resulted in his lungs being filled with sharp clove particles


They're the kind that will talk
The sound of his coughing serves as a reminder of the harm smoking has caused


Through a weezing of coughs
His coughing is so severe and constant that it is difficult for him to breathe


And I hear him every night
The artist is tormented by the sound of his coughing every night


In every pore
The coughing is so ingrained in the singer's consciousness, it feels as though it permeates every part of their being


And every time he just makes me warm
Despite the unpleasantness of the coughing, the singer feels comforted by the familiarity of the sound


Freeze without an answer
The artist is experiencing a state of mental paralysis and confusion


Free from all the shame
The artist feels liberated from the guilt that often comes with addiction


Must I hide
The artist feels as though they must hide their feelings about the smoker and their addiction


'Cause I'll never never sleep alone
The singer feels that their connection to the smoker and their addiction is so strong that they will always be affected by it


Look at how they flock to him
Despite the harm he is causing himself, people are still drawn to the smoker and his addictive behavior


From an isle of open sores
The smoker is surrounded by people who are also struggling with addiction and suffering from the consequences


He knows that the taste is such
The smoker is aware that their addiction is driving them to consume something that could ultimately kill them


Such to die for
Despite the risks, the smoker is unable to resist the addictive substance


On every street
The artist hears the coughing everywhere they go, a constant reminder of addiction's grip on the smoker


The scales that do slither
The artist is grappling with the temptations of the addiction and trying to resist its pull


Deliver me from?
The singer wishes to be released from the cycle of addiction and its devastating consequences


Oh Lord
The singer is pleading for divine intervention


Said I'm bloodshot for sure
The artist has been driven to exhaustion and is feeling the physical effects of addiction's toll


Pale runs the ghost
The artist is drained of life and energy, feeling like a ghost of their former self


Swollen on the shore
The artist feels stranded and helpless, unable to escape the pull of addiction


Let me die
The singer acknowledges the deadly consequences of addiction and is resigned to their fate




Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Written by: Cedric Bixler, Omar Rodriguez

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