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At the Drive-In

At the Drive-In is an American post-hardcore band from El Paso, Texas, formed in 1993. Consisting of singer Cedric Bixler-Zavala, guitarists Jim Ward and Omar Rodríguez-López, bassist Paul Hinojos, and drummer Tony Hajjar, the band released three studio albums and five EPs before breaking up in 2001. Their final album, 2000's Relationship of Command, received a number of accolades and is cited as a landmark of the post-hardcore genre. Following the breakup, Bixler-Zavala and Rodríguez-López formed The Mars Volta while Ward, Hinojos, and Hajjar formed Sparta. At the Drive-In reunited in January 2012 and played the 2012 Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, as well as the 2012 Lollapalooza Festival, but have no plans to record any new material in the future. more »

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2017

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Pray that your family never forgets
The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection

A blank tape couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard

He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move

A blank tape that couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard

He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home

In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip

He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue

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