Siberian Breaks
MGMT"Siberian Breaks" is a song by MGMT, released in 2011 in the Pop genre. The song is 9:47 long and contains 76 lines and 473 words.
Lyrics
0:26Sleep as the goer
0:29The bridge that watches the light speed thru
0:34And cries while the spirit stumbles
0:38And inside missile for the protection of you
0:51Maybe it's siletn
0:54The voice can't bear anymore strain
0:59But speak without even knowing
1:03And streams outside in the direction of truth
1:26There's no reason there's no secret to decode
1:35If youc an't save it leave it dying on the road
1:44Wide open arms can feel so cold
1:49So cold
1:51Feel so cold
2:16Balance the books the ledges the loons
2:19The disappointed look on the faces
2:21That squint at the moon
2:25Let's see it with shadows enhance
2:30And then vote to decide who'll advance
2:35Silver jet plane making a turn
2:38Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
2:45It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
2:49If you're conscious you must be depressed
2:53Or at least cynical
3:00But someone might still eat the steaks
3:03Even if they're tough
3:06Spending the day
3:08Chewing the fat
3:10Floating away isn't roguh but it's not enough
3:19Oh marianne pass me the joint
3:22The sandpaper's tan
3:23Go-getters are surfing the point
3:28And london's a cratch on the lens
3:33It's over before it begins
3:38Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
3:41The older I get the more I suspect there's a trick
3:47But really there's no trip at all
3:52That doesn't result in a fall
3:56Or a faltering
4:03But something might spit out the bait
4:06Even if it's real
4:09Rolling away
4:11Missing a spoke
4:12Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not enough
4:21Holding th eline
4:23Clutching the phone
4:25Nobly wasting the night but it isn't right
4:31It's not right
4:34Smelling for blood
4:36Praying for rain
4:37Running away isn't rough but it's not enough
4:57The low tide is telling me when it's over
5:10To breathe in everything exposed
5:19And comes back to cover me in a blanket
5:33Being here's always changing tunes
7:02The empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
7:16Wide open arms can feel so cold
7:29And you can sit beside me and tell me what it's
7:35Worth
7:42But I hope I die before i get sold
7:56I hope I die before I get sold
8:10I'd rather die before I get sold
8:22If you find the soul that you lost
8:27Frozen in a starry void
8:32Take it within and hope the sight of blood
8:35Can will signs of life to return
8:40Back to the way that it was
8:46Long before it made a noise
8:50To keep on quietly reminding you
8:52What's never created or destroyed
9:13Wake as the swell peaks
9:16The close-outs drowning the birds with roars
9:21And howls scare the new unkindness
9:25That picks and laughs at the carrion scene
9:35Forces you see breath can always go into hiding
9:44And wait 'til it passes over
9:47Or stay far gone for all eternity
Sleep as the goer The bridge that watches the light speed thru And cries while the spirit stumbles And inside missile for the protection of you Maybe it's siletn 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 enough Holding th eline 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 'til it passes over Or stay far gone for all eternity
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