When the world has turned
Paralyzed and wrong
Cold blooded claws
Never offered anything at all
Past the point of love
Shattered and untied
Waiting to pick up the pieces
That make it all alright
But pieces of what
Pieces of what
Pieces of what
Doesn't matter any more
Moonlight on my floor
Shining through the roof
They got the city surrounded
As if I needed proof
I forgot my fear
Feelings on the rise
Burying all of the pieces
Falling from the sky
But pieces of what
Pieces of what
Pieces of what
We used to call home
Pieces of what
We used to call home
When I drank your tea
And shallow water still
At the belgian gates
I waited for my meal
Showing posts with label MGMT. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MGMT. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Speaking in Code Through Songs
Whatup:
MGMT,
Sandi journal
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Andrew VanWyngarden is My New Crack (or He Just May Be the Devil)
I have been listening to MGMT non-stop for about 48 hours now. Andrew VanWyngarden's voice penetrates me like...something really penetrating. And listening to MGMT is 10 times better than eating chocolate (not that i've been doing that lately). And have you looked at him? Hawt. Burning hawt.
here's the "Kids" video, which may be disturbing to those of you who like small children. (See interview below the video if you fall under that category)
And an interview with the yummy deliciousness known as Andrew VanWyngarden:
Whatup:
MGMT,
Sandi journal,
video
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