Congratulations

  • 專輯:Congratulations
  • 發行:2011-02-14
  • 演唱:MGMT
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Dead in the water
It's not a paid vacation
The sons and daughters of city officials
Attend demonstrations
It's hardly a sink or swim
When all is well if the ticket sells
Out with a wimper
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
That 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 congratulations


      • 專輯:Congratulations
      • 發行:2011-02-14
      • 演唱:MGMT
      字型

      Dead in the water
      It's not a paid vacation
      The sons and daughters of city officials
      Attend demonstrations
      It's hardly a sink or swim
      When all is well if the ticket sells
      Out with a wimper
      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
      That 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 congratulations

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