• Kids
  • Electric Feel
  • Time to Pretend
  • Weekend Wars
  • The Youth
  • Pieces of What
  • Of Moons, Birds & Monsters
  • 4th Dimensional Transition
  • The Handshake
  • Future Reflections
  • Congratulations
  • Flash Delirium
  • It's Working
  • Song for Dan Treacy
  • Someone's Missing
  • Electric Feel (Justice Remix)
  • I Found a Whistle
  • Brian Eno
  • Siberian Breaks
  • Lady Dada's Nightmare
  • Alien Days
  • Indie Rokkers
  • Love Always Remains
  • Your Life Is a Lie
  • Little Dark Age
  • When You Die
  • Cool Song No. 2
  • Boogie Down
  • Destrokk
  • Mystery Disease
  • Me and Michael
  • Introspection
  • Hand It Over
  • She Works Out Too Much
  • A Good Sadness
  • Astro-Mancy
  • Plenty of Girls in the Sea
  • I Love You Too, Death
  • An Orphan of Fortune
  • Metanoia
  • We Care
  • James
  • One Thing Left to Try
  • Days That Got Away
  • Hot Love Drama
  • Kids - Soulwax Mix
  • When You're Small
  • Come on Christmas
  • Money to Burn


Time To Pretend
i'm feeling rough, i'm feeling 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're fated to pretend
to pretend
we're fated to pretend
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.

there's 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 it's course.

we'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
we were fated to pretend
to pretend
we're fated to pretend
to pretend

yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
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