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terça-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2025

MGMT - Brian Eno



So tired, soul searching
I followed sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find
That they were produced 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 spaces left for you
If the sky was synthesized, you'd probably know

He taught me many things
The wisdom of oblique stratagems
The prophet of a sapphire soul
Presented through creative freedoms
And everything I say is true
Because if I was telling lies, it'd probably show

I can tell when he's kind of smiling
But what does he know? (What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno)
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?
(What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno)
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
(What does he know?)
The creature by the water feature with the ghostly glow
(Brian Eno)
Making sure that time's preserved well, we reap what we sow
(What does he know?)
We're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno (Brian Eno)

Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well, yeah, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
I'm always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
(Brian Eno)
Yeah, he dips swords in metaphors yeah, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
I'd like to see him plant a forest, because I don't know
Brian Eno

I can tell that he's trying to smile, but what does he know?
(What does he know?)
I'll always be a step behind him, Brian Eno
(Brian Eno) Yeah
He's making sure that time's preserved well, we reap what we sow
(What does he know?)
I'm always one step behind him, because I don't know
What Brian Enos

domingo, 17 de julho de 2016

MGMT - Someone's Missing



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

sábado, 13 de julho de 2013

MGMT - I Found a Whistle



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

Yeah 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 wall 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
Yeah, 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

quinta-feira, 27 de maio de 2010

MGMT - Flash Delirium



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

Pants
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 time but

Your 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 Welsh
Stab your facebook
Sell sell sell
Undercooked
Or overdone
Mass adulation not so funny
Poisoned honey
Pseudo science
Silly money
You're my honey