You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward it
Making momma so proud,
But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing,
You pick the insects off plants
No time to think of consequences
Control yourself
Take only what you need from it
A family of trees wanted
To be haunted
The water is warm
But it’s sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
The memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decision to decisions are made
And not bought,
But I thought this wouldn’t hurt a lot.
I guess not
MGMT
El lenguaje no es una transparencia a través de la cual accedemos a lo real, no es un reflejo fiel de las cosas que nombra, sino una materia a través de la cual construimos versiones del mundo. El lenguaje a la vez que muestra, oculta.
Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me TRUTH.
6 de septiembre de 2008
KIDS
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