Biografía:
MGMT es un grupo estadounidense de Brooklyn, Nueva York, Estados Unidos. Está compuesto por Andrew VanWyngarden (guitarra y primera voz), Ben Goldwasser (teclado maestro y voz), James Richardson (guitarra), Matt Asti (bajo) y Will Berman (batería). Anteriormente eran conocidos como "The Management". La banda se formó en el año 2002 y debutaron profesionalmente en 2007 con el álbum Oracular Spectacular, editado por Columbia Records.
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Otras canciones:
- Alien Days
- Art Is Everywhere
- Boogie Down
- Brian Eno
- Congratulations
- Electric Feel
- Flash Delirium
- I Found A Whistle
- It's Working
- Kids
- Me And Michael
- Metanoia
- Of Moons, Birds And Monsters
- Of Moons, Birds, And Monsters
- Pieces Of What
- Siberian Breaks
- Something Missing
- Song For Dan Treacy
- The Handshake
- The Youth
- Time To Pretend
- Tslamp
- Weekend Wars
- Plenty Of Girls In The Sea
- 4Th Dimensional Transition
- Boggie Down
- Destrokk
- Future Reflections
- Hand It Over
- Hot Love Drama
- I Love You Too Death
- Indie Rokkers
- Introspection
- Its Working
- James
- Little Dark Age
- Love Always Remains
- Metanoia Part 2
- Mystery Disease
- Of Moons Birds And Monsters
- One Thing Left To Try
- Oracular Spectacular
- She Works Out Too Much
- Someones Missing
- We Care
- We Dont Care
- When You Die
- When Youre Small
- Your Life Is A Lie
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
MGMT - Time To Pretend
Here is how I play this on my acoustic.
I like it this way as you can hit the the root notes easily.
Capo 2nd Fret.
(everything relative to Capo)
[Intro]
E|--3-3-3-3-1-0-1-3-3-3-3-1-0-1-|
B|-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1--|
G|------------------------------|
D|------------------------------|
A|------------------------------|
E|------------------------------|
WEE TUNE
E|--------------------|
B|-3-1-0-----5-5------|
G|------2-0-----------|(x5)
D|--------------------|
A|--------------------|
E|--------------------|
[Verse 1]
(fig 1)
C F (x33210)
I'm feelin rough I'm feelin raw I'm in the prime of my
E|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)---|
B|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)----|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)---|
G|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2--0-|
D|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
A|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
C
life
E|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)---|
B|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)----|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)---|
G|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0--0-|
D|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2----|
A|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
C F C
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
C F C
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
C F C
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
[Pre-Chorus]
F
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
C
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
F
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
C
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
[Chorus 1]
G Em
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
F G C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
F C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
[Verse 2]
C F C
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
C F C
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
C F C
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
C F C
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Fig 2.)
F
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
C
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
F
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
C
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
[Chorus]
G Em
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
F G C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
F C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
and so it goes...
**********************************************************
(Fig 2.) I usually fiddle with the chords a bit this time round with this sort of thing.
F C
E|-0.....-0.....-0.....-0-| 0..--0--0..-------|
B|-1.....-0.....-1.....-3-| 1..--1--1..0-1----|
G|-2.....-2.....-2.....-2-| 0..0-0--0..---2-0-|
D|-3.....-3.....-3.....-3-| 2..--3--2..-------|
A|-3.....-3.....-3.....---| 3..--3--3..-------|
E|--.....--.....--.....---| ------------------|
There..Nothing-.Love...Life
************************************
| (n) Ghost note
************************************
Here is how I play this on my acoustic.
I like it this way as you can hit the the root notes easily.
Capo 2nd Fret.
(everything relative to Capo)
[Intro]
E|--3-3-3-3-1-0-1-3-3-3-3-1-0-1-|
B|-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1-1--|
G|------------------------------|
D|------------------------------|
A|------------------------------|
E|------------------------------|
WEE TUNE
E|--------------------|
B|-3-1-0-----5-5------|
G|------2-0-----------|(x5)
D|--------------------|
A|--------------------|
E|--------------------|
[Verse 1]
(fig 1)
C F (x33210)
I'm feelin rough I'm feelin raw I'm in the prime of my
E|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)---|
B|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)----|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)---|
G|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2--0-|
D|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
A|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
C
life
E|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)----|-0--(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)-(0)---|
B|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)----|-1--(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)-(1)---|
G|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0---0-|-0---0---0---0---0---0---0--0-|
D|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2-----|-2---2---2---2---2---2---2----|
A|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3----|
E|-------------------------------|------------------------------|
C F C
Let's make some music make some money find some models for wives.
C F C
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
C F C
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
[Pre-Chorus]
F
This is our decision to live fast and die young.
C
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun
F
Yeah it's overwhelming, but what else can we do?
C
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?
[Chorus 1]
G Em
Forget about our mothers and our friends.
F G C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
F C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
[Verse 2]
C F C
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
C F C
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
C F C
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
C F C
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
[Pre-Chorus]
(Fig 2.)
F
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
C
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew.
F
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce,
C
we'll find some more models, Everything must run its course.
[Chorus]
G Em
We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end.
F G C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
F C
We were fated to pretend.
F C
to pretend.
and so it goes...
**********************************************************
(Fig 2.) I usually fiddle with the chords a bit this time round with this sort of thing.
F C
E|-0.....-0.....-0.....-0-| 0..--0--0..-------|
B|-1.....-0.....-1.....-3-| 1..--1--1..0-1----|
G|-2.....-2.....-2.....-2-| 0..0-0--0..---2-0-|
D|-3.....-3.....-3.....-3-| 2..--3--2..-------|
A|-3.....-3.....-3.....---| 3..--3--3..-------|
E|--.....--.....--.....---| ------------------|
There..Nothing-.Love...Life
************************************
| (n) Ghost note
************************************
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