Siberian Breaks

Siberian Breaks is the sixth track off Congratulations, and the second single released off the album. It is the second longest MGMT track to date, behind Metanoia. Andrew VanWyngarden has said that Siberian Breaks is his favorite song on the album.
The song was released on a limited-edition 12" blue marble vinyl single for Record Store Day of 2010. There were 2000 copies of it made.
VanWyngarden has said about the song, "It's kind of like eight different songs strung together into one, and the general theme is about surfing in the Arctic Circle by Russia."
== Lyrics ==
 
[Part I: Direction of Truth (Part 1) (0:00 - 1:23)] 
Sleep as the goer 
The bridge that watches the light speed through 
And cries while the spirit stumbles 
The inside missile for the protection of you 
Maybe it's silent 
The voice can't bear any more strain 
But speaks without even knowing 
And streams outside in the direction of truth 
[Part II: Secrets to Decode (Part 1) (1:23 - 2:10)] 
There's no reason there's no secrets to decode 
If you can't save it, leave it dying on the road 
Wide open arms can feel so cold 
So cold, feel so cold 
[Part III: The Older I Get (2:10 - 4:55)] 
Balance the books, the ledges, the looms 
The disappointed look on the faces that squint at the moon 
Let's see it with shadows enhanced 
And then vote to decide who'll advance 
Silver jet plane making a turn 
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn 
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed 
If you're conscious you must be depressed 
Or at least cynical 
But someone might still eat the steaks 
Even if they're tough 
Spending the day, chewing at the fat 
Floating away isn't rough but it's not enough 
Oh Marianne, pass me the joint 
The sandpaper's tan, go-getters are surfing the point 
And London's a scratch on the lens 
It's over before it begins 
Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders 
The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick 
But really there's no trip at all 
That doesn't result in a fall 
Or a faltering 
But something could spit out the bait 
Even if it's real 
Rolling away, missing a spoke 
Close to the ground like a wheel, but it's not a joke 
Holding the line, clutching the phone 
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right 
It's not right 
Smelling for blood, praying for rain 
Running away isn't rough, but it's not enough 
[Part IV: When It's Over (4:55 - 6:07)] 
The low tide is telling me when it's over 
To breathe in everything exposed 
And comes back to cover me with a blanket 
Being here's always changing tunes 
[Part V: Secrets to Decode (Part 2) (6:07 - 8:22)] 
The empty sky surrounds me but I can't see at all 
Wide-open arms can feel so cold 
And you can sit beside me and tell me what it's worth 
But I hope I die before I get sold 
I hope I die before I get sold 
I'd rather die before I get sold 
[Part VI: The Way That It Was (8:22 - 9:12)] 
If you find the soul that you lost 
Frozen in a starry void 
Take it within and hope the sight of blood 
Can will signs of life to return 
Back to the way that it was 
Long before it made a noise 
To keep on quietly reminding you 
What's never created or destroyed 
[Part VII: Direction of Truth (Part 2) (9:12 - 9:55)] 
Wake as the swell peaks 
The close-outs drowning the birds with roars 
And howls scare the new unkindness 
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene 
Forces you see breathe can always go into hiding 
And wait 'til it passes over 
Or stay far gone for all eternity 
[Part VIII: American Nightmare (9:55 - 12:06)] 
[Instrumental] 
Category:Songs
Category:2010