Songwriter Special pt. 3

Sometimes when you listen to music you can't help but listen to the text and think to yourself "this is awesome". There are some brilliant songtexts out there which I would love to share, which is why I decided to hold the Songwriter Special. This feature is about songtexts which are absolutely brilliant, be they comical, honest or poetic.


This time it's a mixed bag of poetry and honesty and I find myself loving the song more and more. What is it about? To some it may seem as the life of a rockstar. Sex, drugs, rock and roll and to hell with all the rules. Do everything as you want to and as stated, "live fast and die young". To me there is a deeper meaning to it however. To me it's the choice the artists make. Not content with the 'rules' of everyday life, the drag of the 9 to 5 jobs they choose something else. They choose to step away from the life most people lead and live a life of risks instead. Though I don't think it would be a wise idea to live life as is shown in the song, I do think the song embodies the way some people look at life, including me. I'd rather take risks in life than choose the 9 to 5 job which would not make me happy at all. The song I'm talking about is:


MGMT  -  Time to Pretend
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sArxl4TR8K0


I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling 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'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 boredom 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, everything 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