MGMT - Siberian breaks
nu jävlar blir det mycket lyrics......:D

Sleep as the goer the bridge that watches the light speed through
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 youc an'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 roguh 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 joke, 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 with 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 'til it passes over or stay far gone for all eternity.....

Annons

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November 2011