Time To Pretend - MGMT

Yeah - I know everyone is listening to this. I never said that the blog would be groundbreaking. I just said that the songs, they'd be good.

This one is all about fate. It describes the shiny glam rock dream laced with sarcastic overtures that bring you right back down to reality. Luv it. And in the collective discussion about "sexy" indie rock that goes on, these guys are just that.


I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, 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 cars

This is our decision, to live fast and die young
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll 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 boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You can watch the video here (embedding has been banned)

More from MGMT on myspace (but you'll hear them 'cause they're out on Columbia)