MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
mgmt - kids
You were a child
Crawling on your knees toward him
Making momma so proud
But your voice is too loud
We like to watch you laughing
Picking insects off of plants
No time to think of consequences
(Chorus)
Control yourself
Take only what you need from him
A family of trees wanting to be haunted
Control yourself
Take only what you need from him]
A family of trees wanting to be haunted
The water is warm
But it's sending me shivers
A baby is born
Crying out for attention
Memories fade
Like looking through a fogged mirror
Decisions too
Decisions are made and not bought
But I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot
I guess not
(Chorus x6)
mgmt - electric feel
all along the western front
people line up to receive.
she got the power in her hands
to shock you like you won't believe.
saw her in the amazon
with the voltage running through her skin
standing there with nothing on
she's gonna teach me how to swim
ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
all along the eastern shore
put your circuits in the sea
this is what the world is for
making electricity
you can feel it in your mind
oh you can do it all the time
plug it in and change the world
you are my electric girl.
ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
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 - your life is a lie
Here?s the deal
Open your eyes
Your life is a lie
Don?t say a word
I?ll tell you why
You?re living a lie
Your life is a lie
But you deny, you ever lied
Wondering why
Bury your life
Count your friends
On your hands
Now look again
They?re not your friends
Hold your breath
Everyone left
No surprise
Living a lie
Tell your wife
This is your life
Your life is a lie
This is your wife
Now she knows, she understands
Her life is a lie
Nobody wins
Try not to cry
You?ll survive
On your own (on your own)
Lessons in life
Your life is a lie
Now there?s no time
Wondering why
Where in the world
Is that girl?
He knows it?s alright
To live a life
Waiting to die
Not knowing that
Your life is a lie
Wondering why
Nobody writes
Hollow inside
Periods in light
Fire and ice
Your life is a lie
On your own
One more time
Your life is a lie
On your own, one more time
Your life is a lie
mgmt - weekend war
Evil S I yes to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was to lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of faders and maders
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
It's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and i'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
mgmt - of moons, birds & monsters
Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Don't you know about the temperature change
In the cold black shadow?
Are you mad at your walls
Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?
Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden?
If the ship will never come you've got to move along
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark
The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start
The falling apart
Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder
The waves of black
If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back
Or drown like a rat, rat, rat
He's a rat!
To catch a monster
We make a movie
Set the tempo
And cut and cut its brains out
It will inspire on the burning pyre
Half the distance
Half the motion
Communication
It's easy as the ocean
mgmt - congratulations
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 see 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
mgmt - lady dada s nightmare
Instrumental
mgmt - future reflections
And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflected
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do
There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life
I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turned them from oak to cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner
But as long as you feel it
I'm a believer
My heart is phosphor
Sea rolls and death tolls
Break the surface don't break my bones
Off of the trail and off of your hands and
Onto a new plan
Is the cost to stay lost
Forever in an empty skin
Pale and thin
If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
Their guns couldn't see us
There's a sea outside my door
And one day I'll appreciate
The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore
And remember what it felt like
To be alone
Sitting in the sunlight
All alone
mgmt - brian eno
So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathredal
imagine my surprise to find that they were produce by Brian Eno
past the gates
quite stark
the roses trimmed and the windows dark
I see the walls through a limestone crack
not red not blue not yellow but black
and all the space left for you
if the sky was synthesized you'd probably know
he taught me many things
the wisdowm of o bleak stratagems
the prophet of a sapphire soul
presented through creative freedoms
and everything i say is true
cuz if i was telling lies it'd probably show
i can tell that he's kind of smiling
but what does he know?
we're always one step behind him, he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno
when I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the verses
my whole foundation came unglued
when i tried to humanize by ambient light
dipping swords in metaphors yeah but what does he know?
he's go the whole world behind him he's Brian Eno
Brian Eno!
he promised pretty worlds and all the silence I could dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno
well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
trees grow the creature by the water feature with a
ghostly glow making sure that time's preserved
well we reap what we sow he's go the whole
world behind him he's Brian Eno
mgmt - lucifer sam
Lucifer Sam, siam cat
Always sitting by your side
Always by your side
That cat's something I can't explain
Jennifer Gentle you're a witch
You're the left side
He's the right side
That cat's something I can't explain
Lucifer go to sea
Be a hip cat, be a ship's cat
Somewhere, anywhere
That cat's something I can't explain
At night prowling sifting sand
Hiding around on the ground
He'll be found when you're around
That cat's something I can't explain
mgmt - siberian breaks
Sweep as the goer
The bridge that watches the light speed thru
And cries while the spirit stumbles
And inside missile for the protection of you
Maybe it's silent
The voice can't bear anymore strain
But speak without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth
There's no reason
There's no secret to decode
If you can't save it leave it dying on the road
Wide open arms can feel so cold
So cold
Feel so cold
Balance the books, the ledges, the loons
The disappointed look on the faces
That squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhance
And then vote to decide who'll advance
Silver jet plane, making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
If you're conscious you must be depressed
Or at least cynical
But someone might still eat the steaks
Even if they're tough
Spending the day
Chewing the fat
Floating away isn't rough but it's not enough
Oh marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan
Go-getters are surfing the point
And London's a cratch on the lens
It's over before it begins
Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
But really there's no trip at all
That doesn't result in a fall
Or a faltering
But something could spit out the bait
Even if it's real
Rolling away
Missing a spoke
Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not joke
Holding the line
Clutching the phone
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
It's not right
Smelling for blood
Praying for rain
Running away isn't rough,
But it's not enough
The low tide is telling me when it's over
To breathe in everything exposed
And comes back to cover me with a blanket
Being here's always changing tunes
The empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
Wde open arms can feel so cold
And you can sit beside me
And tell me what it's worth
But I hope I die before i get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
I'd rather die before I get sold
If you find the soul that you lost
Frozen in a starry void
Take it within and hope the sight of blood
Can will signs of life to return
Back to the way that it was
Long before it made a noise
To keep on quietly reminding you
What's never created or destroyed
Wake as the swell peaks
The close-outs drowning the birds with roars
And howls scare the new unkindness
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene
Forces you see breath
Can always go into hiding
And wait 'til it passes over
Or stay far gone for all eternity
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
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
mgmt - an orphan of fortune
It can't stop now
The signs keep changing on me
Like a shimmering bell
Long waves enveloping me
And my plastic mind,
So chewed and shrieking all the time
Feels it whirling by
Morning, afternoon then night
And I can't get down
If I don't feel right
Polishing off the sand
Lay by me
And we'll erode
As gently as we can
Into twilight
mgmt - the kids quartet
she had a four wing dinosuar
that she has to draw
she pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
a pencil to the paper
a pluser and subtractor
and she makes a fine feather microraptor
she had a four wing dinosuar
that she has to draw
she pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
a pencil to the paper
a pluser and subtractor
and she makes a fine feather microraptor
she had a four wing dinosuar
that she has to draw
she pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
a pencil to the paper
a pluser and subtractor
and she makes a fine feather microraptor
she had a four wing dinosuar
that she has to draw
she pays attention to the image that she saw, yeah
a pencil to the paper
a pluser and subtractor
and she makes a fine feather microraptorrrrrrrrrr!
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