The Perfect Life Lyrics
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
(Ooooh, ooooh, yeah)
(Ooooh, ooooh, yeah)
[Verse 1: Moby]
You open up when you had me in your hands
Slipping far away with the world at your command
You sing me to sleep and then you hit me awake
It's a perfect life a perfect life
I only want to be here when you're by my side
Oh, I believe now I'll love you until I die
You will sing me to sleep you will hit me awake
In the perfect life the perfect life
[Chorus: Moby and Wayne Coyne]
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
Little Mike he steps everywhere
Knives in his pockets and bullets in his hair
He has nothing to live for nothing left to say
He's locking all the doors to keep the older wolves at bay
Spoons and foil are all he needs
A bed and some china
A lighter and some speed
It will sing you to sleep it will hit you awake
In the perfect life a perfect life
[Chorus: Moby and Wayne Coyne]
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need
Oh
We close our eyes
The perfect life, life
Is all we need (All we need)
The perfect life, the perfect life, the perfect life
The perfect life, the perfect life
All we need
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During a PopMatters interview he said:
“The Perfect Life” is, and I’m hesitant to say this because it sounds a bit more melodramatic than I mean it, sort of written as a very dysfunctional love song to illegal drug use. Not in a very specific literal way, because I’ve been sober now for a while, but I guess it’s like an homage to the behavior and thoughts that come around completely dysfunctional drug addiction.
Speaking again to PopMatters:
I’m all in favor of putting music out in the world and having it exist in different contexts and formats. The sort of strange irony of having a weird song like that used to sell anti-depressants would be so perverse I might actually let them do it. A lot of my friends, and myself, spent years drinking too much and doing too many drugs, knowing full well that whatever you are doing, ultimately it makes you sick and depressed. It’s sort of pursuit of perfection—even if perfection means 3 a.m. in a terrible bar somewhere in the Lower East Side doing drugs that you’ve found behind a bathroom stall.
Moby told PopMatters when speaking about the music video:
The casting itself was kind of amazing. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to use all the people who showed up but we did have a lot of very odd, interesting people in the video. There wasn’t quite as much nudity as we thought there would be. But I was very happy because the nudity was very egalitarian. We had like old and young, chubby and thin, male and female.
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- 4.Going Wrong
- 5.The Perfect Life
- 6.The Last Day
- 8.A Long Time
- 9.Saints
- 10.Tell Me
- 11.The Lonely Night
- 12.The Dogs