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Metanoia - MGMT - Live at KEXP Studio Download it at http://www.mgmt-music.net/index.php/albums/live/61-metanoia-at-kexp-studio-seattle Metanoia, reshaping the world It can teach you And reprogram you It can show you the flood That's trapped inside This one's alive The tail is breathing And she's listening Kill the serpent Divide, disperse and grow Into an oak A silver lining on a black scale Wicked hunter on three hooves he still rode But where is the fourth? You can climb there To your lofty perch It can teach you the fairytale of hurt Mystic referee, don't look on me with scorn I'm a child, I'm a lover being born Satchidananda Disregard the path I'm on You can justify the action, should you bless My ambition and my indecisiveness Satchidananda Let me know that you exist Watch me tremble as I'm answering the phone I am separate from everything you know Mystic referee I promise to return Once I've given up and lessons have been learned Satchidananda You can watch my fire burn We were talkin' junk right, Just before the show This wild-eyed kid came up to the fence He took one look at us, and he said: "Help me, Drummer, Ticket, Yeah!" We didn't play his favorite song, Now he'll never come to another show Hospitals and woods confirm Red in the eyes of everyone Parasites and lovers scrape the meat from bones Turned into jade and tiger's eye Save me some dark hair over a face like hers She'll help the rain come to a pour Bathroom floor of stone and tiles broke in two Warm where they touch her porcelain Timid skin I'm careful to untie this road Wrapped in a knot indifferent Lion's foot unearthing all the things i've seen But never truly understood Rotten wood from oceans that were never green Crumbles beneath the canopy Secretly Let's pretend we never touched the sugar Tonight, under rose You won't find another wheel to roll When autumn winds appear We wear these fears on our right It just wants to be surreal 'cause All dressed in diamond image jeans Mercury's found in old field We miserable in love And chance we walked Right on in, into the streets of the city but Watching people disappear Without reaching out Years and years You're left by yourself On the wheel Download the full show @ http://www.mgmt-music.net