When the world has turned
Paralyzed and wrong
Cold-blooded claws never offer
Anything at all
Past the point of love
Shattered and untied
Waiting to pick up the pieces
That make it out alright
But pieces of what?
Pieces of what?
Pieces of what doesn't matter anymore [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/m/mgmt/pieces_of_what.html ]
Moonlight on my floor
Shining through the roof
They got the city surrounded
As if I needed proof
I forgot my fear
Feel it's on the rise
Buried by all of the pieces
Falling from the sky
But pieces of what?
Pieces of what?
Pieces of what we used to call home
Lay my dragon's teeth
And shallow water steel
At the belgian gates
I'm waiting for my meal
He explains what the pieces are in the song. The whole album is about the end of the world. He says he's just waiting to pick up the pieces of what is left afterwards, but then he says they don't matter anymore because its all been destroyed. Also he refers to a city, which you can assume is where he used to live as the pieces falling from the sky are the pieces of what he used to call home. It is also important to note that he is trying to defend it. It can also be seen as something more abstract but that is the direct meaning as part of the album. This song is in contrast to weekend wars where he desired the end of the world as he new it as now he is trying to protect the remnants.
Dragon's teeth and the belgian gates where used in world war ii. They were defense systems made of concrete and steel. Some fragments of these still exist in parts of europe. The song is describing the feeling a person had during war time going from area to area seeing horrible destruction and bombed out buildings that were once lively homes and villages. I am not so sure that the lyrics have any deep spiritual meaning. I think it is more being introspective, pondering the hard scrabble struggle for survival this person now faces juxtaposed with the now fleeting comfort of hearth and home during war or any kind of major upheaval. It is an excellent song as it prompted me to think of the value i place on my own home and place in the world.
I think that the pices are indeed in the demension of thought or spirituality, places science can't reach? And so we fear for lack of knowledge of it all, maybe..
You know how everyone says if you put the peices together then everything will be solved and all right? Well peices of what? Nobody knows how everything got here. Why are we here? What really is earth, what are humans, what are animals, what at plants? Nobody knows.