A lot of people tend to lean towards an interpretation of MGMT's lyrics as a description of a drug induced psychedelic event. If you really look at the direction they've been moving and listen to their descriptions of how they formed their albums and the stresses they were under, viewing these lyrics as a piece of a larger composition becomes a much more viable option for interpretation, and even lends itself to the idea that these boys are legitimate artists.
I go the artist route.
I love the interpretation of being on a doomed path, suggested earlier. The music dirges by, enveloping the listener with echoes of intersecting voices. A loud whine obscures a simple chord progression, as a melodica rings in the distance. Enveloping waves of sound grow, disorienting the listener.
You are inside this worn, chewed and shrieking mind, and it is being subjected to this ringing bell, coming in waves, morning, noon and night.
" And I can't get down," is sung as the music changes, and the chord progression that was once obscured moves along to a nice dance beat, and the melodica is given center stage. It's not that he's too high, as if down was implying sobriety. Getting down is a colloquialism for enjoying yourself. He is the melancholic melodica playing sweetly over the dance beat.
He ends the song seeming weary about a constant fight for something unachievable, resolving to relinquish his existence, to erode into twilight, if he were to ever disapprove of the life he has chosen as the song slips away...
But then it does some funky shit at the end, and it makes me think that the eroded corpse of the narrator kicks back into life a little bit.... Like, stay tuned for LP 4.
And I will.
A lot of people tend to lean towards an interpretation of MGMT's lyrics as a description of a drug induced psychedelic event. If you really look at the direction they've been moving and listen to their descriptions of how they formed their albums and the stresses they were under, viewing these lyrics as a piece of a larger composition becomes a much more viable option for interpretation, and even lends itself to the idea that these boys are legitimate artists.
I go the artist route.
I love the interpretation of being on a doomed path, suggested earlier. The music dirges by, enveloping the listener with echoes of intersecting voices. A loud whine obscures a simple chord progression, as a melodica rings in the distance. Enveloping waves of sound grow, disorienting the listener. You are inside this worn, chewed and shrieking mind, and it is being subjected to this ringing bell, coming in waves, morning, noon and night.
" And I can't get down," is sung as the music changes, and the chord progression that was once obscured moves along to a nice dance beat, and the melodica is given center stage. It's not that he's too high, as if down was implying sobriety. Getting down is a colloquialism for enjoying yourself. He is the melancholic melodica playing sweetly over the dance beat.
He ends the song seeming weary about a constant fight for something unachievable, resolving to relinquish his existence, to erode into twilight, if he were to ever disapprove of the life he has chosen as the song slips away...
But then it does some funky shit at the end, and it makes me think that the eroded corpse of the narrator kicks back into life a little bit.... Like, stay tuned for LP 4. And I will.