It's a fuckin Rock 'n Roll moment man...

Aqui no brasil temos a nítida impressão de que o rock acabou. Já cansei de dizer isso aqui, mas isso é frase de quem não corre atrás de novidades...Tem muita coisa bacana acontecendo, basta abrir os olhos e usar sua internet pra algo útil...rsrs
Depois de ter falado aqui de Vampire Weekend, uma banda de New York boa demais, que tem feito bastante sucesso, acabo de descobrir (com 1 ano de atraso) mais uma banda da Big Apple.....
A banda é MGMT (abrev. de The Management), são dois malucos que fazem uma sonzeira animal.... uma mistura de rock com um pouco de eletrônico fantástica..... Oficialmente eles lançaram apenas o "Oracular Spectacular", mas já sei que esse ano sai coisa nova deles....
Aliás NY 2009 promete.... Tem disco novo de Strokes, Vampire Weekend, MGMT....
Geralmente escolho um som pra colocar aqui, mas dessa vez vou colocar 2....

Curtam, vale a pena!!!!



MGMT - Time to Pretend

I'm Feelin rough I'm Feelin raw I'm 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 were fated 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 boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is 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, Everything must run its course.

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

yeah yeah yeah




MGMT - Pieces of what

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
Is shining through the roof
They got the city surrounded
As if I needed proof
I forgot my fear
I feel it's on the rise
Buried by 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

Lay my dragon's teeth
And shallow water steel
At the belgian gates
I'm waiting for my meal