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The song Flash Delirium by MGMT makes me happy.

Why?  It's brilliant and insane and kind of beautiful in an odd way.  It doesn't make much sense.  The music is great and the lyrics are wonderful.  I wish I could write something even half as decent as it.  If you don't go listen to it right now I will be very disappointed.  The music video for the song is amazing but kind of gross and creepy too so if you decide to watch it you should probably keep that in mind.  The end of the song is the best part...  By the way, the new MGMT music video for the song It's Working literally just came out and you should watch it.  I don't know if it's on youtube but it's on the band's website.  It's very cool, I'm watching it right now.  I just paused it so it could load and I could tell you about it.  So yay!  Here are the lyrics for Flash Delirium (after I started talking about a different song I thought to make things clearer I out to mention that):  Mild apprehension, blank dreams of the coming fun, distort the odds of a turnaround, gut screams out next to none.  So turn it on, tune it in, and stay inert.  You say "I've got the backbone."  The back way to escape the gun.  Climbing a tree with a missing limb and not saving anyone.  And now it hurts to stay at home and see flash, the mirror ball's throwing mold.  You can't get a grip if there's nothing to hold.  See the flash catch a white lily laugh and wilt, but if you must smash a glass first fill it to the hilt.  Plants, as far as i know are still, still bending toward the light.  And if we dance until the heart explodes it'll make this place ignite.  And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope it's just a case of flash delirium.  Here's a growing culture deep inside a corpse.  Ages stuck together takin' it to the source.  Timeless desperation.  Pictures on a screen scream "Hey people, what does it mean?"  Comfort keeps us nice.  So quick to donate everything (nothing arrives.)  Die wolken drifting blinding smiles circling (einkreisen.)  But times tingling spines, attaching hands to floor, the rosy-tinted flash.  The hot dog's getting cold, and you'll never be as good as The Rolling Stones.  Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt.  Crowd the clean magazine chick lifting up her skirt.  (Why close one eye and try to pledge allegiance to the sun when plastic ghosts start terrorizing everyone.  Geometric troops aligning carried up to the burial mounds.  My earthbound heart is heavy, your heartbeat keeps things light with the violence forever threatening the night.  And even if this hall collapses I can stand on my pillar of hope and trust.)  And even if this hall collapses.  Lines when I close my eyes and just aim blindly at the sun and hear love.  When the ghost start singing, terrorizing everyone.  Geometric troops aligning carried up to the burial mounds with gold. it's a heavy time but your rhythm makes it light and explode, like a violent star keeps threatening the night.  And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust that our heads won't bust.   Six six five five red battle ships forty earthlike planets three holes two tits one fork in its side zero tears in their eyes.  Sue the spiders, sink the Welsh, stab your Facebook, sell sell sell, undercooked or overdone, mass adulation not so funny, poisoned honey, pseudo science, silly money, you're my honey.