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Siberian Breaks
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MGMT
MGMT
Performer
Andrew VanWyngarden
Andrew VanWyngarden
Vocals
Ben Goldwasser
Ben Goldwasser
Synthesizer
James Richardson
James Richardson
Guitar
Matt Asti
Matt Asti
Percussion
Will Berman
Will Berman
Synthesizer
Sonic Boom
Sonic Boom
Performer
Gillian Rivers
Gillian Rivers
Strings
D. Kadden
D. Kadden
Oboe
Andrew Wells Van Wyngarden
Andrew Wells Van Wyngarden
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew VanWyngarden
Andrew VanWyngarden
Composer
Ben Goldwasser
Ben Goldwasser
Composer
Andrew Wells Van Wyngarden
Andrew Wells Van Wyngarden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MGMT
MGMT
Producer
Sonic Boom
Sonic Boom
Producer
Billy Bennett
Billy Bennett
Engineer
Matt Boynton
Matt Boynton
Engineer
Dave Fridmann
Dave Fridmann
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Johnson
Daniel Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 Balance the books, the ledges, the loons The disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon Let's see it, with shadows enhance 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 have 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 catch 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 And 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
Writer(s): Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden, Benjamin Nicholas Huner Goldwasser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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