Sabtu, 25 Agustus 2012

Song Lyric

Song by                : MGMT
Dead in the water
 It's not a paid vacation
 The sons and daughters
 Of city officials attend demonstrations
 It's hardly sink or swim
 When all is well if the tickets sell

 Out with the 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
 And tell me how my money's spent
 To book my stays and draw my blinds
 So I can't tell 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

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