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I'm feelin' rough I'm feelin' raw I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten. life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We were fated to pretend.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten. life can always start up anew
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
We'll find some more models, everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
Yeah yeah yeah
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"Time to Pretend" as written by Ben Goldwasser Andrew Vanwyngarden
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"We wrote Time to Pretend our senior year of college, and the music was inspired by a praying mantis we had in our house. She laid eggs and it died, and we laid the egg case on this kinda model pirate ship on the mantle piece, and the eggs hatched and all these baby praying mantises were climbing up the rigging of the ship, and it was pretty crazy...uhm so the music was inspired by our praying mantis that liked to dance to the Clash {laugh} and the lyrics are just about us imagining being rock stars....and yeah, fantasy rock star life."
No mystery anymore.
pretending we are "adults" or pretending to be a "professional" or a "policeman" and so on.
we forget that we are essentially pretending. it's another ego structure. maybe it's how the ego forms.
"growing up" just means pretending permanently.
how depressing.
STOP PRETENDING!
I wonder if, "i'll move to Paris shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars", could be a reference to Morrison and Dionysus (God of ritual madness and ecstasy) It's a philosophy - all out living, a trade off, die young, the 27 club. I wonder if "fuck with the stars" could be read as "fuck with the Gods".
"Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew" - Dionysus is a diety associated with the life-death-rebirth cycle. If you live the lifestyle, if you give yourself up to performance over anything, if you allow yourself to be influenced by spirts through performance ritaul, you will die young BUT you will be reborn. This is the idea that many artists believe in.
"We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end" Choking on vomit, the end, Morrison.
The surface meaning could be it. Rock stars living hard, having fun, and dying young. I get the sense there is a bit more to it though. Obviously not as deep as morrison chose to go, but certainly a reference to the idea.
He's explaining his life at that moment, putting the prizes of fame, models, drug effects, etc. into three words : Time to Pretend
At the end he reminisces about something that we can also relate, being young. In the end he's telling the listener to live their own life, and to not strive for his because in the end he'll follow the same rockstar routine which is something we're better off without .
you can chase after the ideals...the things you've been conditionted to believe you NEED in life in order to find happiness -- "Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives
" -- ...you can blindly pursue more and more and more...always thinking that this time it will be different...this time it will fill that void of emptiness...
but it won't. it never does. more is never the answer...but we're all happy to PRETEND that it is the answer...because we've been indoctrinated to believe in that. and...even though we all know better..."it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?" how do you go about challenging what you've always 'known'?
when it's all about more...we miss the point. we forget to live, because we're always looking to be somewhere other than right where we are. we miss the good stuff:
"I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone"
but that's alright. we can still pretend that everything is going to work out. and it usually does...even if it's not in the way that we'd hoped it would.