Ben Goldwa**er - Inbetween the Liners lyrics

MGMT, 4 letters, 5 minds, 6th sense Second Sight? Rock and Roll is 50 years old, but we are still speaking in tongues What would Aristotle make of Wop Bop A Loo Bop? A Zen mantra for our Bam Boo times? "Expect the unexpected" I heard, as any fools knows, usually impossible 9 months, the pregnant portion of a year Spent in their company, hasn't led me to deceive I know MGMT any better than anyone else No tomes from me or type-tapping critics will reveal that A 5 part puzzle beyond Rubik proportions for you to Twist & Shout to Never mix stripes and spots we're told, ha It's actually a beautiful clash Hell, here comes the Paisley & Polka-dot too What are you going to do about it? Love it, of course! CONGRATULATIONS, their second long player is something precious A Gift. To Lovers. To Others. For Sisters. For Brothers. To live to. To love to. To look at. To listen through Nine songs. Some Short, some long A shy-eyed journey through the dichotomy of their lives through their souls Sunday Bacon for the Monday Generation IT'S WORKING Love? Or Confusion? Reality? Contusion? Subterranea or Sub-fusion. The Quest begins SONG FOR DAN TREACY A Man. A Mystery? A Saint? A Sod? Were we all made for this life? Some give, some receive. But Dan Treacy smiles FLASH DELIRIUM The Natives go all Dance-hall Stomp as something strange in the water forces a Flash time Strobo-cop emanation of the will Delusion Extrusion SIBERIAN BREAKS A Pop Surf Opera, after the storm the loss of Ego Breakers on the Beach. Hanging Ten with the Hodads. Distraction Then Sandy Smiles as the Sun Squints its way. A new day. Cleansed. Ready. Surf's up! Piss or pa** the Pot SOMEONE'S MISSING But Who? And Why? Just a thought? A feeling? Or a moment of doubt lying in wait? To refilling the gateway. The door. Consciousness. A lines I FOUND A WHISTLE Hope. Rea**urance. The bogey-man Triumph of the Plastic surf totem. The motion of Notions. Spells & potions BRIAN ENO A smile sent out. A wink and & chuckle. The Mystery of time The Air Traffic controller of sound and space and subterfuge LADY DADA'S NIGHTMARE The Mind falters. Questioning. Looking for answers Lock-loop images stray into fluorescing cotton candy crimes. Impervious Then, the Release. A Primal Scream for the How Generation More DaDa than GaGa. More Drinking than Thinking. Less Arty than Party. Time takes a rain-check CONGRATULATIONS The Half-arsed Hugs of routine celebrations. Realisations. Random Aging A World in tatters? Glitter that matters? The hollow victory. And then Sleep