"Siberian Breaks" as written by and Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden Benjamin Nicholas Hunter Goldwasser....
Sleep as the goer
The bridge that watches the light speed through
And cries while the spirit stumbles
The inside missile for the protection of you

Maybe it's silent
The voice can't bear anymore strain
But speaks without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth

There's no reason there's no secrets 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 enhanced
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 scratch 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 a 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
Wide 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


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"Siberian Breaks" as written by Benjamin Nicholas Hunter Goldwasser Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden

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  • +13
    My InterpretationThis is a brilliant song and is the 'Tour de force' of Congratulations. Because MGMT worked very hard to make this a "concept album" it echoes many themes found in other tracks. It is ultimately about the ebb and flow of the creative process and the cold side of commercial success. Hence, surfing in Siberia is a very apt metaphor.

    The mood of the music and the shifting tempo are as telling as the words.

    The opening of the song is a gesture of dreamy withdrawal. It speaks of defense mechanisms kicking in and a backing away from sudden fame. On an optimistic note, even in this state the creative voice "streams" along "in the direction of truth."

    ---
    sleep as the goer
    the bridge that watches the light speed thru
    and cries while the spirit stumbles
    the inside missile for the protection of you

    maybe it's silent
    the voice can't bear anymore strain
    but speaks without even knowing
    and streams outside in the direction of truth
    ---

    The next section starts with a revelation of sorts. Ultimately material success is meaningless and does not lead to true fulfillment. There is no larger reason. Andrew and Ben are not messiah's. Therefore the open arms of adoring fans, the recording industry, congratulatory friends, etc... feel strangely cold.

    ---
    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
    ---

    Tempo shift. The steady pulse of life pounds along. The shallow realities of American culture. Reality shows [vote to decide who'll advance]. Terrifying sensationalism [the terrible desire to see a plane crash]. The dark side of drug use [but really there's no trip at all, that doesn't result in a fall]. The trappings of success [nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right]. The desire to run (or "float") away and the inability to do so.

    ---
    balance the books, the ledges, the loons
    the disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon
    let's see it with shadows enhanced
    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 Id'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 scratch 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 a 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
    ---

    Tempo shift. The tides (which are always changing) swing back to the state of dreamy withdrawal we found at the beginning of the song. "I hope I die before I get sold" is both the expression of a very real desire to escape being packaged by the music industry and a very clever play the The Who lyric "I hope I die before I get old"

    ---
    the low tide is telling me, when it's over,
    to breathe in everything exposed
    and comes back to cover me in a blanket
    being here's always changing tunes

    the empty sky surrounds me but I can't see at all
    wide 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
    ---

    Tempo shift. Fighting out of the withdrawn dream state and willing life back into the soul. Realizing that there is something inside that cannot be created or destroyed.

    ---
    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
    ---

    Awake again. Creating again. But aware that the creative force (while it can't be destroyed) "can always go into hiding."

    ---
    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
    ---

    This is an abridged interpretation. The song is long enough that each line could be mulled over in lengthy fashion. It is really great to find a band and a lyricist that is engaged enough to strive for such a high level in this day of bubble gum pop and cheesy love ballads.

    One last note. MGMT does not mean to look down their nose at drug use. After all its good fun. But as a dance band that earned their reputation on people taking ecstasy and getting down to tunes like "Electric Feel" they are striving for something larger. This is very evident to me in the opening track "It's Working" where they speak of a drug "working in your blood, but thats not the same as love -- love is only in your mind.
    zombywoof33on April 08, 2010   Link
  • +4
    General CommentI can't help but feel an incredibly cold sense of nostalgia when I listen to this song. But I can't figure out what I long for.
    sharp7on April 19, 2010   Link
  • +3
    General Commentwhoever posted this has amazing spelling
    ritenowon August 09, 2010   Link
  • +3
    General CommentThis song makes me reminisce, dream, and feel contempt. This song is everything... and let's leave it at that.
    Admx94on May 28, 2012   Link
  • +2
    General CommentThis one is definitely my favorite on Congratulations, so far. I haven't made any interpretations about it yet, personally. I catch some surfing references, obviously. Great song. Great band.
    heitzigon March 22, 2010   Link
  • +2
    General CommentThe lines here are about a tsunami:

    the low tide is telling me, when it's over,
    to breathe in everything exposed
    and comes back to cover me in a blanket
    being here's always changing tunes
    Proof327on March 25, 2010   Link
  • +2
    General CommentTo me, MGMT has become the new Pink Floyd.

    This song is a masterpiece in that while it does discuss their withdrawals from commercial success and drug use (or glorification of drug use), it can be applied to our lives as well. I definitely think this is the best song on the album.
    niky990on April 24, 2010   Link
  • +2
    General CommentThis isn't about the lyrics but about the song in general. Essentially it's 3 songs stitched together. Well it could be seen as that - there are distinct stops. But I think the point about having this monolith 12 minute song in the middle is to emphasise the fact that this album has so much to offer. If it were 3 separate "sensibly" lengthed songs it would be easy to skip them and not engage with them. This song is like a symbol for the whole album. It needs listening. In the age of spotify and music downloads at our fingertips it's so easy to not engage in music and just take the music for what you expect from it. You want 3 minutes, you want the chorus to repeat, you don't want to be surprised. But it's like a kid who wants sweets but his parents give him vegetables. This album is good for you in the end. And that's why I love it.
    ANYWAY, sorry about that.
    Calum111on January 05, 2011   Link
  • +2
    General Commenti love this song so much. it evocates the ecsense of a dream the way it starts with "sleep as the goer" and ends with "wake as the swell peaks" it's so awesome.
    "silk round her neck falls down to her shoulder" such bright and realistic imagery, it also reminds me of the lyric in metanoia "Save me some dark hair over a face like hers
    She'll help the rain come to a pour"
    its just such a great song
    psychedelicescapeon March 03, 2012   Link
  • +1
    General CommentAwesome song
    psychomonkey62on March 21, 2010   Link

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