Song for Dan Treacy
MGMT
Congratulations (2010)

He spends his time
Or maybe half of his time
Or part of the time wandering
'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
With a tear in his eye
As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
Then stops to paint a picture of a frown
Walking around

Dan Treacy's smile
Leaves you trying to decide: "Who's the victim, what's the crime?"
No rest for the mind
That's seen it all before
And I don't know where he lives
But he's a myth of a man
And TexasBob, the cameraman,
Is off to fix his sit before the show
Yeah, but where did he go?

To know when your time's up
You flip the glass and watch the hours quickening
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
In the back of the station
Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
Well, he speaks his mind
He says, "What is crime?"

Dan Treacy's eyes
In the middle of the park
When the underground is dark,
He's a poet; he's a lark
He starts thinking about a place that no one knows
And when the creeks run dry
He stays frozen in time
Strange lights in the sky
Start blinking
I can see the car outside, but he's listening
He's listening

And he's making up his mind
He made his mind up
To get things done and overcome
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna let it go
He made his mind up
In the park and at the station
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna get it done
He made his mind up
Ooh, yeah, he's gonna get it done
He made his mind up
Yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh-oh
No matter the time

Oh, oh
When the creeps run by
Oh, no
He's making his mind up
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, he's gonna get it done, whoa
Oh, yeah, when the creeks run dry, whoa-oh
Yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,
Yeah, when the creeps walk by and say,
"Come here, boy; look me in the eye"
Bow to the heart, back to the beat of
Dan Treacy...