Video Flash Delirium Live At The Bataclan de Mgmt 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Mgmt - Flash Delirium Live At The Bataclan Lyrics

Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none
So turn it on, tune it in, and stay inert

You say, "I've got the backbone"
The back way to escape the gun
Climbing a tree with a missing limb
And not saving anyone
And now it hurts to stay at home and see flash

The mirror ball's throwing mold
And you can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold
You see the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt
But if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt

Plants, as far as I know, are still
Still bending towards the light
And if we dance until the heart explodes
It will make this place ignite
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope
It's just a casе of flash delirium

Here's a growing culturе deep inside a corpse
Ages stuck together, takin' it to the source
Timeless desperation, pictures on a screen scream
"Hey, people, what does it mean?"
Comfort keeps us nice
So quick to donate everything (Nothing arrives)
Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (Einkreisen)
And time's tingling spines
Attaching hands to floor
The rosy-tinted flash

The hot dog's getting cold
And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones
Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt
Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt

Lines when I close my eyes and just (Why close one eye and try to)
Aim blindly at the sun (Pledge allegiance to the sun)
And hear love when the ghosts start singing
(When plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone)
Terrorizing everyone
And geometric troops aligning
Carried up to the burial mounds with gold
It's a heavy time but your (My earthbound heart is heavy)
Your rhythm makes it light (Your heartbeat keeps things light)
And explode like a violent star keeps (With the violence forever)
Threatening the night
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust
That our heads won't bust
66 55 red battleships
Forty earthlike planets
Three holes, two tits
One fork in its side
Zero tears in their eyes

Sue the spiders, sink the Welsh, stab your Facebook, sell, sell, sell
Undercooked, overdone, mass adulation not so funny
Poisoned honey, pseudo-science, silly money, you're my honey!

Thank you
How are you guys doing?
Yes...
Well, you look great. You all look really nice
You're very pretty, you're all very pretty
Don't you think, James?
Yeah, I agree, very beautiful group of people here