Evil S I S to find a shore,
A beach that doesn't quiver anymore,
Where we can crush some plants to paint my walls,
And I won't try to fight in the weekend wars
Was I? I was too lazy to bathe
Or paint or write or try to make a change.
Now I can shoot a gun to kill my lunch
And I don't have to love or think too much
Instant battle plans written on the sidewalk
Mental mystics in a twisted metal car
Tried to amplify the sound of light and love
Christ is cursed of fathers and martyrs
Might even take a knife to split a hair
Or even scare the children off my lawn
Giving us time to make the makeshift bombs
Every mess invested was a score
We couldn't use computers anymore
But it's difficult to win unless you're bored,
And you might have to plan for the weekend wars
Try to break my heart I'll drive to Arizona.
It might take 100 years to grow an arm
I'll sit and listen to the sound of sand and cold
Twisted diamond heart, I'm the weekend warrior, what.
My predictions are the only things I have
I can amplify the sound and light and love
I'm a curse and I'm a sound,
When I open up my mouth,
There's a reason I don't win,
I don't know how to begin
I agree with the idea that it may in some way refer to those philosophies of nihilism. Just a life with no purose is a war with ones own reasoning and will to go on. Anyhow thats what i get out of if...but then what do i know. I'm just nobody part of the modern day gentry.
I think it's about the NIHILIST'S ESCAPE! The weekend becomes the battleground for the war against the conformity and the social expectations of Monday to Friday. Expectations and conformity towards everything from morning rush hour to religion. I think the "knife splitting hairs " and "chasing children" lines are examples of how this life style has a negative effect, turning us into something we do not want to be. I think the quote above is about not knowing how to or wanting to play the "rat-race" game. This is what I hear when I listen to this newly found anthem. MGMT, I want more, NOW.
im probally wrong but i thought it was about a man who didnt care about his life or any body when he was saying he was lazy and he had break down and became stronger with his self
He's saying he is a mental mystic - The song is nihilistic... And so the mystic goes on 'spirit molecule' (crushing plants - DMT) journeys -- saguaro cactus (indigenous to Arizona - takes between 50-100 years to grow an arm) - not all these cacti are hallucinogenic - but we can assume what a 'mental mystic is' - Jesus (mental mystic) - however, Christ is Life itself (not some guy with buddha spinoff sayings)... I suppose 'he can't get his message through to 'you' or 'them' or anyone not in the know (free spirits) - weekend wars (i suppose) could be the 'masses' or dealing with the maders that curse Life, thus curse (christ) - but what the hell do I know?
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