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MGMT is a Brooklyn, New York based musical group. “Time To Pretend” off of there second album, Oracular Spectacular reached #23 on the US Modern Rock chart.

Lyrically this song is a sum up of my life over the past 24 to 48 hours. The video is also pretty fly. Below are the full lyrics:

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 f**k 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.

But 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

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The following are the lyrics from Jimmy Buffet’s “Cultural Infidel” from his 1996 album Banana Wind.
These words ring truer today than he may have thought they ever would. (I am a Cultural Infidel)

I’m a cultural infidel
Painting in the dark
I’m a cultural infidel
Singin’ in the park
Socrates, hypotheses, the music of Mozart
I’m a cultural infidel
Comin’ from the heart

Free thinkin’, hood-winkin’, unblinkin’ mon
Start trouble, burst bubbles, join my caravahn
Someone’s got to talk about accountability
Someone’s got to raise some hell
I guess it could be me

I’m a cultural infidel
Tryin’ to draw a crowd
I’m a cultural infidel
Singin’ right out loud
Philosophy is not for me, laughin’ is my game
I’m a cultural infidel
Slap me with the blame

Loose cannon, Armageddon, preacher’s at the door
Spittin’ poison at the boys’n’ girls on the dance floor
I hear them in the Congress
I see them on TV
I hope the Inquisition remains a memory

Al diablo Picasso, Al diablo Manet
Al diablo Fontainebleu, Al diablo Hemingway
O diab Dr. Thompson, O diab San Joan
O diab Village People, O diab Rolling Stone

Someone’s got to talk about accountability
Someone’s got to raise some hell
It might as well be me

I’m a cultural infidel
‘Believe in common sense
I’m a cultural infidel
Love the present tense
But we have to keep a lookout for those mean old backed up farts
I’m a cultural infidel
Comin’ from the heart

My heart, my heart, my heart
Mon coeur…
Will I see you in heaven?
Will I see you in hell?
Will I see you in Rio
Only time will…
Will I see you in heaven?
Will I see you in hell?
Will I see you tomorrow?
Only time will tell

Someones Got To Talk About Acountability,
Someones Got To Raise Some Hell, It Might As Well Be Me