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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
I feel your racing heart My liquid silver arms extended These waves aren't far apart Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging I am fire, where's my form? Whisper crimson I intrude There's light beneath your eyes New overtones in view Endless form, endless time If what they say is true You are a shadow in the fourth dimension To float away with you We see the corners where nothing happens While we drifted we were one Ceilings lifted walls were gone You speak the language of the breeze All your leaves were meant for me The love that every person wants to be Stuck together, I don't like revealing secrets I'll live inside your lips if you won't laugh My heaving hands on rotten fruit at last Fallow fingers, there's a surface I can count on She'd fit inside my heart and take it over Till her cape got blown into my red lungs Either there's a purpose Or I'm heading out at breakfast Take a drink, take a drag One more coffee, ugly hat No more mirrors, woolen bag And I am gone |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
So tired Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark the roses trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone crack not red not blue not yellow but black and all the space left for you if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know he taught me many things the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems the prophet of a sapphire soul presented through creative freedoms and everything i say is true cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show i can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know? we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno Brian Eno when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses my whole foundation came unglued when i tried to humanize by ambient light dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know? he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno Brian Eno! he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow the creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc. |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
So tired
Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark the roses trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone crack not red not blue not yellow but black and all the space left for you if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know he taught me many things the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems the prophet of a sapphire soul presented through creative freedoms and everything i say is true cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show i can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know? we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno Brian Eno when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses my whole foundation came unglued when i tried to humanize by ambient light dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know? he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno Brian Eno! he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow the creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc. |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
So tired
Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark the roses trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone crack not red not blue not yellow but black and all the space left for you if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know he taught me many things the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems the prophet of a sapphire soul presented through creative freedoms and everything i say is true cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show i can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know? we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno Brian Eno when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses my whole foundation came unglued when i tried to humanize by ambient light dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know? he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno Brian Eno! he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow the creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc. |
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from MGMT - Congratulations Remixes (Erol Alkan Remix) [remix] (2011)
So tired
Soul searching I followed the sounds to a cathredal imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno past the gates quite stark the roses trimmed and the windows dark I see the walls through a limestone crack not red not blue not yellow but black and all the space left for you if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know he taught me many things the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems the prophet of a sapphire soul presented through creative freedoms and everything i say is true cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show i can tell that he's kind of smiling but what does he know? we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno Brian Eno when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses my whole foundation came unglued when i tried to humanize by ambient light dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know? he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno Brian Eno! he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le Baptiste De La Salle Eno well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade trees grow the creature by the water feature with a ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved well we reap what we sow he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno etc. etc. |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
Dead in the water It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [single] (2010)
Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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from MGMT - Congratulations Remixes (Erol Alkan Remix) [remix] (2011)
Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation The sons and daughters of city officials Attend demonstrations It's hardly a sink or swim When all is well if the ticket sells Out with a whimper It's not a blaze of glory You look down from your temple As people endeavor to make it a story And chisel a marble word But all is lost if it's never heard But I've got someone to make reports That tell me how my money's spent To book my stays and draw my blinds So I can't see what's really there And all I need's a great big congratulations I'll keep your dreams You pay attention for me As strange as it seems I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me The ground may be moving fast But I tied my boots to a broken mast The difference is clear You throw it in your cauldron Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn Steinways and Baldwins You start with a simple stock of all the waste And salt to taste But damn my luck and damn these friends That keep on combing back their smiles I save my grace with half-assed guilt And lay down the quilt upon the lawn Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
All along the western front People line up to receive She got the power in her hands To shock you like you won't believe Saw her in the amazon With the voltage running through her skin Standing there with nothing on She's gonna teach me how to swim Ooh girl Shock me like an electric feel Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel All along the eastern shore Put your circuits in the sea This is what the world is for Making electricity You can feel it in your mind Oh you can do it all the time Plug it in and change the world You are my electric girl Ooh girl Shock me like an electric feel Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel Do what you feel now Electric feel now Do what you feel now Electric feel now |
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from MGMT - Electric Feel (Justice Remix/Clean Version) (2008)
I said ooh girl shock me like an electric eel baby girl turn me on with your electric eel All along the western front people line up to receive she got the current in her hand just shock you like you won't believe sun in the amazon with the voltage running through her skin standing there with nothing on she gonna teach me how to swim I said ooh girl shock me like an electric eel baby girl turn me on with your electric eel I said ooh girl shock me like an electric eel baby girl turn me on with your electric feel all along the eastern shore put your circuits in the sea this is what the world is for making electricity you can feel it in your mind oh you can do it all the time plug it in change the world you are my electric girl I said ooh girl shock me like an electric feel baby girl turn me on with your electric feel I said ooh girl shock me like an electric feel baby girl turn me on with your electric feel do what you feel now electric feel now do what you feel now electric feel now do what you feel now electric feel now do what you feel now electric feel now do what you feel now electric feel now do what you feel now electric feel now |
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from MGMT - Flash Delirium [single] (2010)
Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on Tune it in And stay inert You say "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb And not saving anyone And now it hurts To stay at home And see Flash The mirror ball's throwing mold You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants As far as I know are still, Still bending toward the light And if we dance Until the heart explodes It'll make this place ignite And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just A case of Flash delirium Here's a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck together Takin it to the source Timeless desperation Pictures on a screen scream "hey people, what does it mean?" Comfort keeps us nice So quick to donate everything (nothing arrives) Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen) But time's tingling spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt (Why close one eye and try to Pledge allegiance to the sun When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone Geometric troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds My earthbound heart is heavy Your heartbeat keeps things light With the violence forever threatening the night And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust) Lines when I close my eyes and just Aim blindly at the sun And hear love When the ghosts start singing terrorizing everyone Geometric troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds with gold It's a heavy load but your You rhythm makes it light and explode Like a violent star keeps threatening the night And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust That our heads won't bust 66 55 red battleships 40 earthlike planets 3 holes 2 tits 1 fork in it's side Zero tears in their eyes Sue the spiders Sink the W:oelsh Stab your facebook Sell sell sell Undercooked Overdone Mass adulation not so funny Poisoned honey Pseudo science Silly money You're my honey |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
Mild apprehension Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say “I’ve got the backbone” the back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb And not saving anyone And now it hurts to stay at home and see flash the mirror ball’s throwing mold you can’t get a grip if there’s nothing to hold see the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt but if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants, as far as i know are still, still bending toward the light and if we dance until the heart explodes it’ll make this place ignite and even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it’s just a case of Flash delirium Here’s a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck together Takin it to the source Timeless desperation Pictures on a screen scream “Hey people, what does it mean?” Comfort keeps us nice So quick to donate everything die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen) and time’s tingling spines attaching hands to floor the rosy-tinted flash The hot dog’s getting cold and you’ll never be as good as the Rolling Stones watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt (why close one eye and try to pledge allegiance to the sun when plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone geometric troops aligning carried up to the burial mounds my earthbound heart is heavy your heartbeat keeps things light with the violence forever threatening the night and even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust) lines when I close my eyes and just aim blindly at the sun and hear love when the ghosts start singing terrorizing everyone geometric troops aligning carried up to the burial mounds with gold it’s a heavy load but your you rhythm makes it light and explode like a violent star keeps threatening the night and even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust that our heads won’t bust 66 55 red battleships 40 earthlike planets 3 holes 2 tits 1 fork in its side zero tears in their eyes sue the spiders sink the W :o elsh stab your facebook sell sell sell undercooked overdone mass adulation not so funny poisoned honey pseudo science silly money you’re my honey |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun Distort the odds of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on Tune it in And stay inert You say "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape the gun Climbing a tree with a missing limb And not saving anyone And now it hurts To stay at home And see Flash The mirror ball's throwing mold You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt Plants As far as I know are still, Still bending toward the light And if we dance Until the heart explodes It'll make this place ignite And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just A case of Flash delirium Here's a growing culture Deep inside a corpse Ages stuck together Takin it to the source Timeless desperation Pictures on a screen scream "hey people, what does it mean?" Comfort keeps us nice So quick to donate everything (nothing arrives) Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen) But time's tingling spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt (Why close one eye and try to Pledge allegiance to the sun When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone Geometric troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds My earthbound heart is heavy Your heartbeat keeps things light With the violence forever threatening the night And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust) Lines when I close my eyes and just Aim blindly at the sun And hear love When the ghosts start singing terrorizing everyone Geometric troops aligning Carried up to the burial mounds with gold It's a heavy load but your You rhythm makes it light and explode Like a violent star keeps threatening the night And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust That our heads won't bust 66 55 red battleships 40 earthlike planets 3 holes 2 tits 1 fork in it's side Zero tears in their eyes Sue the spiders Sink the W:oelsh Stab your facebook Sell sell sell Undercooked Overdone Mass adulation not so funny Poisoned honey Pseudo science Silly money You're my honey |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
And there were future reflections On the face and the hands On a green colored island On a primitive man It was the future reflected It felt familiar but new A street was missing a building The kids had something to do There was a feeling the spirit was leaving Red like a marker So my tribe, with my knife Cut the heart from a lonely life I saw patterns on floorboards Deep in the dust was a leader Someone was walking on floorboards Turned them from oak to cedar He can assess the situation I wrapped a string around my finger Into the forest with the young ones I don't expect to be a winner But as long as you feel it I'm a believer My heart is phosphor Sea rolls and death tolls Break the surface don't break my bones Off of the trail and off of your hands and Onto a new plan Is the cost to stay lost Forever in an empty skin Pale and thin If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell But pieces come together for some reason just as well Their guns couldn't see us There's a sea outside my door And one day I'll appreciate The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore And remember what it felt like To be alone Sitting in the sunlight All alone |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm and when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms 15 centuries of dissolution and grief to return a yellow trickster and a thief Hey I found a whistle that works every time that's when the trail escapes to nowhere and the flood erases the crime such conviction to paint all the walls with the blood of the young and the faithful and the good Yeah I found a whistle as thin as a sheet to split the dumbness of a vision between asleep and a sleep tiny axes repeatedly raising the flag all ignored, real emotion's such a drag Hey I've got a pistol that's aimed at your heart and on dark nights when the moon is right I could show you the head attached with a scarf aerophane sorceress, at home obeying the fates when it's gone, has it gone all the way? This time found a whistle that works every time Yeah, I found a whistle that works hangs like a charm round my neck found a whistle that works every time Yeah, I found a whistle that works closes my mind every time a whistle I've got it I've got it this time uhohohoh |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm
and when my noose is tied I could blow it and fall down into your arms 15 centuries of dissolution and grief to return a yellow trickster and a thief Hey I found a whistle that works every time that's when the trail escapes to nowhere and the flood erases the crime such conviction to paint all the walls with the blood of the young and the faithful and the good Yeah I found a whistle as thin as a sheet to split the dumbness of a vision between asleep and a sleep tiny axes repeatedly raising the flag all ignored, real emotion's such a drag Hey I've got a pistol that's aimed at your heart and on dark nights when the moon is right I could show you the head attached with a scarf aerophane sorceress, at home obeying the fates when it's gone, has it gone all the way? This time found a whistle that works every time Yeah, I found a whistle that works hangs like a charm round my neck found a whistle that works every time Yeah, I found a whistle that works closes my mind every time a whistle I've got it I've got it this time uhohohoh |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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from MGMT - It`s Working (Digital 45) [single] (2010)
Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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from MGMT - It`s Working (Digital 45) [single] (2010)
Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Here, you focus
so I can see your faces the eyes are wrong how will I know if it's working right? light confuses the tiny isles of bruises the mangled lines I see the signs of aging But if I try to feel at all I am deceived my mind's affected it's empty now as I lay down I feel alright my heart is racing Turn the noise on I'd like to feed my poison assembly lines carry a velvet warning to the yard it's just like striking matches the polish lies but it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart no, it's working it's working in your blood which you know is not the same as love love is only in your mind and not your heart |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
You were a child crawling on your knees toward it makin mama so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing Picking insects off of plants no time to think of consequences Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted The water is warm but it's sending me shivers A baby is born crying out for attention Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot I guess not Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees |
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from MGMT - Kids (Soulwax Mix) [single] (2008)
You were a child
crawling on your knees toward it makin mama so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing Picking insects off of plants no time to think of consequences Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted The water is warm but it's sending me shivers A baby is born crying out for attention Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot I guess not Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees |
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from Festival Generation - DAY (2009)
You were a child
crawling on your knees toward it makin mama so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing Picking insects off of plants no time to think of consequences Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted The water is warm but it's sending me shivers A baby is born crying out for attention Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot I guess not Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees |
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from La Guestlist (2009)
You were a child
crawling on your knees toward it makin mama so proud But your voice is too loud We like to watch you laughing Picking insects off of plants no time to think of consequences Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted The water is warm but it's sending me shivers A baby is born crying out for attention Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror Decision to decisions are made and not bought But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot I guess not Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from him A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it A family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees wanted to be haunted Control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees |
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| from American Teen - Music From The Motion Picture (아메리칸 틴) by The Sitter [omnibus, ost] (2010) | |||||
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from MGMT - Metanoia [single] (2008)
Metanoia, reshaping the world
It can teach you And reprogram you It can show you the flood That's trapped inside This one's alive The tail is breathing And she's listening Kill the serpent Divide, disperse and grow Into an oak A silver lining on a black scale Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode But where is the fourth? You can climb there To your lofty perch It can teach you the fairytale of hurt Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn I'm a child, I'm a lover being born Satchidananda Disregard the path I'm on You can justify the action, should you bless My ambition and my indecisiveness Satchidananda Let me know that you exist Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone I am separate from everything you know Mystic referee I promise to return Once I've given up and lessons have been learned Satchidananda You can watch my fire burn We were talkin' junk right, Just before the show This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence He took one look at us, and he said: "Help me, Drummer, Ticket, Yeah!" We didn't play his favorite song, Now he'll never come to another show Hospitals and woods confirm Red in the eyes of everyone Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones Turned into jade and tiger's eye Save me some dark hair over a face like hers She'll help the rain come to a pour Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two Warm where they touch her porcelain Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road Wrapped in a knot indifferent Lion's foot unearthing all the things I've seen But never truly understood Rotten wood from oceans that were never green Crumbles beneath the canopy Secretly Let's pretend we never touched the sugar Tonight, under rose You won't find another wheel to roll When autumn winds appear We wear these fears on our right It just wants to be surreal 'cause All dressed in diamond image jeans Mercury's found in old field We miserable in love And chance we walked Right on in, into the streets of the city but Watching people disappear Without reaching out Years and years You're left by yourself On the wheel |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick up the pieces That make it out alright But pieces of what? Pieces of what? Pieces of what doesn't matter anymore Moonlight on my floor Shining through the roof They got the city surrounded As if I needed proof I forgot my fear Feel it's on the rise Buried by all of the pieces Falling from the sky But pieces of what? Pieces of what? Pieces of what we used to call home Lay my dragon's teeth And shallow water steel At the belgian gates I'm waiting for my meal |
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| from Kid Cudi - Pursuit Of Happiness [single] (2012) | |||||
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| from Kid Cudi 1집 - Man On The Moon: The End Of Day (2009) | |||||
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
Sleep as the goer the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even knowing and streams outside in the direction of truth there's no reason there's no secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon let's see it with shadows enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed if you're conscious you must be depressed or at least cynical but someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough spending the day chewing the fat floating away isn't rough but it's not enough oh marianne, pass me the joint the sandpaper's tan go-getters are surfing the point and london's a cratch on the lens it's over before it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering but something might spit out the bait even if it's real rolling away missing a spoke close to the ground like a wheel but it's not a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over to breathe in everything exposed and comes back to cover me in a blanket being here's always changing tunes the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all wide open arms can feel so cold and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth but I hope I die before i get sold I hope I die before I get sold I'd rather die before I get sold if you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what's never created or destroyed wake as the swell peaks the close-outs drowning the birds with roars and howls scare the new unkindness that picks and laughs at the carrion scene forces you see breath can always go into hiding and wait 'till it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even knowing and streams outside in the direction of truth there's no reason there's no secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon let's see it with shadows enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed if you're conscious you must be depressed or at least cynical but someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough spending the day chewing the fat floating away isn't rough but it's not enough oh marianne, pass me the joint the sandpaper's tan go-getters are surfing the point and london's a cratch on the lens it's over before it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering but something might spit out the bait even if it's real rolling away missing a spoke close to the ground like a wheel but it's not a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over to breathe in everything exposed and comes back to cover me in a blanket being here's always changing tunes the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all wide open arms can feel so cold and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth but I hope I die before i get sold I hope I die before I get sold I'd rather die before I get sold if you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what's never created or destroyed wake as the swell peaks the close-outs drowning the birds with roars and howls scare the new unkindness that picks and laughs at the carrion scene forces you see breath can always go into hiding and wait 'till it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even knowing and streams outside in the direction of truth there's no reason there's no secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon let's see it with shadows enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed if you're conscious you must be depressed or at least cynical but someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough spending the day chewing the fat floating away isn't rough but it's not enough oh marianne, pass me the joint the sandpaper's tan go-getters are surfing the point and london's a cratch on the lens it's over before it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering but something might spit out the bait even if it's real rolling away missing a spoke close to the ground like a wheel but it's not a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over to breathe in everything exposed and comes back to cover me in a blanket being here's always changing tunes the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all wide open arms can feel so cold and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth but I hope I die before i get sold I hope I die before I get sold I'd rather die before I get sold if you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what's never created or destroyed wake as the swell peaks the close-outs drowning the birds with roars and howls scare the new unkindness that picks and laughs at the carrion scene forces you see breath can always go into hiding and wait 'till it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity |
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from MGMT - Congratulations Remixes (Erol Alkan Remix) [remix] (2011)
Sleep as the goer
the bridge that watches the light speed throuh and cries while the spirit stumbles and inside missile for the protection of you maybe it's silent the voice can't bear anymore strain but speak without even knowing and streams outside in the direction of truth there's no reason there's no secret to decode if you can't save it, leave it dying on the road wide open arms can feel so cold so cold feel so cold balance the books, the ledges, the loons the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon let's see it with shadows enhance and then vote to decide who'll advance silver jet plane, making a turn exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn it's not the life lesson I'd've guessed if you're conscious you must be depressed or at least cynical but someone might still eat the steaks even if they're tough spending the day chewing the fat floating away isn't rough but it's not enough oh marianne, pass me the joint the sandpaper's tan go-getters are surfing the point and london's a cratch on the lens it's over before it begins silk round her neck falls down to her shoulders the older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick but really there's no trip at all that doesn't result in a fall or a faltering but something might spit out the bait even if it's real rolling away missing a spoke close to the ground like a wheel but it's not a troph holding the line clutching the phone nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over to breathe in everything exposed and comes back to cover me in a blanket being here's always changing tunes the empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all wide open arms can feel so cold and you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth but I hope I die before i get sold I hope I die before I get sold I'd rather die before I get sold if you find the soul that you lost frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what's never created or destroyed wake as the swell peaks the close-outs drowning the birds with roars and howls scare the new unkindness that picks and laughs at the carrion scene forces you see breath can always go into hiding and wait 'till it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
Someone's telling the toll to me
I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree but i don't care who's left behind lost revelations that I'll never find in the long hall pipes are whispering blues prepared for anti-christening somewhere there's an honest soul to mirror teeth where neon lures troll and what's extinct might come alive a purple smoke in some internal shrine with a long sigh let the hissing in stones deformed by gentle kissing and all the closed eyes start to glisten but it feels like someone's missing yeah it feels like someone's missing |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
Someone's telling the toll to me
I'm cut and I'm weeping like a rubber tree but i don't care who's left behind lost revelations that I'll never find in the long hall pipes are whispering blues prepared for anti-christening somewhere there's an honest soul to mirror teeth where neon lures troll and what's extinct might come alive a purple smoke in some internal shrine with a long sigh let the hissing in stones deformed by gentle kissing and all the closed eyes start to glisten but it feels like someone's missing yeah it feels like someone's missing |
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from MGMT - Congratulations (2010)
He spends his time or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his eye as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song then stops to paint a picture of a frown walking around Dan Treacy's smile leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime? no rest for the mind that's seen it all before and I don't know where he lives but he's a myth of a man and Texas Bob the cameraman is off to fix his sit before the show yeah, but where did he go? to know when your time's up you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening in the back of the station fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering well he speaks his mind he says "what is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes In the middle of the park when the underground is dark, he's a poet he's a lark he starts thinking about a place that no one knows and when the creeks run dry he stays frozen in time strange lights in the sky start blinking I can see the car outside but he's listening he's listening and he's making up his mind he made his mind up to get things done and overcome he made his mind up yeah he's gonna let it go he made his mind up in the park and at the station he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna get it done he made his mind up ooh yeah he's gonna get it done he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh no matter the time oh oh when the creeps run by oh no he's making his mind up oh oh oh oh yeah he's gonna get it done whoa oh oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul, yeah, when the creeps walk by and say "come here boy, look me in the eye" bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy |
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from MGMT - Congratulations [Tour Edition] (2011)
He spends his time
or maybe half of his time or part of the time wandering 'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes with a tear in his eye as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song then stops to paint a picture of a frown walking around Dan Treacy's smile leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime? no rest for the mind that's seen it all before and I don't know where he lives but he's a myth of a man and Texas Bob the cameraman is off to fix his sit before the show yeah, but where did he go? to know when your time's up you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening in the back of the station fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering well he speaks his mind he says "what is crime?" Dan Treacy's eyes In the middle of the park when the underground is dark, he's a poet he's a lark he starts thinking about a place that no one knows and when the creeks run dry he stays frozen in time strange lights in the sky start blinking I can see the car outside but he's listening he's listening and he's making up his mind he made his mind up to get things done and overcome he made his mind up yeah he's gonna let it go he made his mind up in the park and at the station he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna get it done he made his mind up ooh yeah he's gonna get it done he made his mind up yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh no matter the time oh oh when the creeps run by oh no he's making his mind up oh oh oh oh yeah he's gonna get it done whoa oh oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul, yeah, when the creeps walk by and say "come here boy, look me in the eye" bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
I just shook the handshake I just sealed the deal I'll try not to let them Take everything they can steal People always told me Don't forget your roots I know I can feel them underneath my leather boots You toss all the mornings lost to the clouds and you watch it go Your fairweather friends on a parachute binge get lost when the wind blows The handshake's stuck on the tip of my tongue It tastes like death but it looks like fun I was a loner I was just waiting by myself When you warped temptress Rose to bring me happiness and wealth Black tears black smile black credit cards and shoes You can call all the people you want But it's you who's being used Under your black eyes honey Right beneath your nose A curse on all creation Every single thing you know White smoke white light white marble on the floor It would only take a few seconds of darkness to figure out what's in store Little girl You convince yourself that you want it but you don't know You keep trying to wash the blood from your hands but it won't go We're gonna keep you on the run We got the handshake under our tongue We got the handshake under our tongue We got the handshake under our tongue We got the handshake under our tongue We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake We got the handshake |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout Wave your hands Make it rain For stars will rise again The youth is starting to change Are you starting to change? Are you? Together In a couple of years Tides have turned from booze to tears And in spite of the weather We could learn to make it together The youth is starting to change Are you starting to change? Are you? Together The youth |
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| from The Kids Are All Right (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (에브리바디 올라잇) [omnibus, ost] (2016) | |||||
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars. You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars. This is our decision, to live fast and die young. We've got the vision, now let's have some fun. Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute. Forget about our mothers and our friends We're fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone. There's really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew. The models will have children, we'll get a divorce We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course. We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend To pretend We're fated to pretend To pretend Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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from 21 OST [ost] (2008)
I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives I'll move to Paris shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars This is our decision to live fast and die young We've got the vision now let's have some fun Yeah it's overwhelming but what else can we do Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute Forget about our mothers and our friends We were fated to pretend To pretend We were fated to pretend To pretend I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world I'll miss my sister miss my father miss my dog and my home Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone But there is really nothing nothing we can do Love must be forgotten Life can always start up anew The models will have children we'll get a divorce we'll find some more models Everything must run its course We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend To pretend We were fated to pretend To pretend Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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from MGMT - Oracular Spectacular (2008)
Evil S I yes to find a shore, A beach that doesn't quiver anymore, Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls, And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars Was I? I was to lazy to bathe Or paint or write or try to make a change. Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch And I don't have to love or think too much Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk Mental mystics in a twisted metal car Tried to amplify the sound of light and love Christ is cursed of faders and maders Might even take a knife to split a hair Or even scare the children off my lawn Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs Every mess invested was a score We couldn't use computers anymore It's difficult to win unless you're bored, And you might have to plan for the weekend wars Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona. It might take 100 years to grow an arm I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior My predictions are the only things I have I can amplify the sound and light and love I'm a curse and i'm a sound, When I open up my mouth, There's a reason I don't win, I don't know how to begin |
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