Pausa musicale in attesa delle strenne cinematografiche 2015
to pretend (MGMT)
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
is our decision, to live fast and die young. We’ve got the
vision, now let’s have some fun.
it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do. Get jobs in offices,
and wake up for the morning commute.
about our mothers and our friends We’re fated to pretend To
pretend We’re fated to pretend To pretend
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.
really nothing, nothing we can do Love must be forgotten, life can
always start up anew.
models will have children, we’ll get a divorce We’ll find some
more models, everything must run it’s course.
choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to
pretend To pretend We’re fated to pretend To pretend