Time to pretend ? Never !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVnRzEjpUmE

(simple, sur you tube, taper : time to pretend MGMT)


on ne peut la lier ... mais j'en suis folle à lier


MGMT : Time to pretend





Première fois que je les ai vus ?


Comme d'hab.


En train de préparer un quelconque dîner ou que sais-je


La TV au fond


Ma môme devant, jouant à la zappeuse dingue


StOp !


En train de touiller un quelconque repas pour nous deux, je lui lance de laisser sur cet air qui me parle, prends le risque de brûler ... le quelconque repas (ma fille est tellement pénible que si je ne cuisinais que pour elle, j'aurais la taille de guêpe de mes rêves). Bref. Me rapproche de l'écran...


Et là ... COUP de FoUdRe !





Total.


40, 50 d'histoire en un flash. Plus que ma vie même.


Sixties, pOp, morrison, and everything, in ze pocket. En moins d'une minute.





Mis 3 !!! TrOiS mois pour découvrir leur nom. Le Titre de la Chanson.





MGMT : Time to Pretend





Dur, de découvrir des tUnes en faisant la popotte dans un coin ;)

“That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act-”

Jim Morrison

Time to pretend ? Never with people we really love. But certainly with all the others.

There's a quote I love which says : Be the master of people who don't like you, and servant to people who love you.

"Soit le maître de ton ennemi, l'esclave de ton ami."

Well...

Never fade ... to pretend

"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 friendsWe're fated to pretendTo pretendWe're fated to pretendTo pretendI'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up wormsI'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the worldI'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my homeYeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.There's really nothing, nothing we can doLove must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.The models will have children, we'll get a divorceWe'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the endWe were fated to pretendTo pretendWe're fated to pretendTo pretendYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah"

We're not fated to pretend

but we surely fade, are fading, in pretending ;)