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Death Cab for Cutie lyrics

Album: The Photo Album [2001]

Tracks10
 01  Steadier Footing
 02  A Movie Script Ending
 03  We Laugh Indoors
 04  Information Travels Faster
 05  Why You'd Want to Live Here
 06  Blacking Out the Friction
 07  I Was a Kaleidoscope
 08  Styrofoam Plates
 09  Coney Island
 10  Debate Exposes Doubt
all Death Cab for Cutie lyrics



Steadier Footing
It's gotten late and now I want to be alone.
All of our friends were here, they all have gone home.
And here I sit on the front porch
watching the drunks stumble forth into the night.
"You gave me a heart attack, I did not see you there.
I thought you had dissappeared so early away from here."
and this is the chance I never got
to make a move, but we just talk about
the people we've met in the last five years
and will we remember them in ten more.
I let you bum a smoke, you quit this winter past.
I've tried twice before but like this, it just would not lastback to top
A Movie Script Ending
Whenever I come back,
the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on Holly
are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels)
and we peered through the windows:
New bottoms on barstools, the people remain the same,
with prices inflating - inflating

As if saved from the gallows,
there's a bellow of buzzers and people stop working
and they're all so excited - excited

Passing through uncounscious states,
when I awoke I was on the high-way - high-way high-way high-way
With your hands on my shoulders ,
a meaningless movement: A movie script ending,
and the patrons are leaving - leaving

Passing through uncounscious states, when I awoke I was on the high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way
and now we all know the words were true
in the sappiest songs - yes, yes.
and I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep.
Just shuffling the sheets, to toss and turn,
you can't begin to get it back.

Passing through uncouscious states, when I awoke I was on
the onset of a later stage: the headlights are beacons on the high-way
high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way high-way.back to top
We Laugh Indoors
When we laugh indoors the blistful tones bounce off the walls
and fall to the ground.
Peel the hardwood backs
and let them loose from decades trapped and listen so still.

This city is my home construction noise all day long
and gutter punks bumming change.
So I breed thicker skin and let me lustrous coat fill in
and i'll never admit i loved you guenivere.
i loved you guenivere i loved you
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.

And I've always fall fast with too much trust in the promising that
"No ones ever been here, so you can quell those we fears"
and I want purity, I must have it here right now.
But dont you get me started now -- oh dont you get my started now
dont you get me.. dont you get me...

December's chill comes late.
The days get darker and we wait for the direness to pass.
There's piles on the floor of artifacts from dresser drawers
that I'll help you pack.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.
I loved you Guenivere, I loved you Guenivere -- I loved you.back to top
Information Travels Faster
I intentionally wrote it out to be an illegible mess.
You wanted me to write you letters, but I'd rather lose your address
and forget that we'd ever met and what did or did not occur.
Sitting in the station, its all a blur of dancehall hips,
pretentious quips, a boxer's bob and weave.
and here's the kicker of this whole shebang:

You're in debt and completely fooled that you can look into the mirror
and objectively rank your wounds.
Sewing circles are not soley based in trades of cloth:
There are spinsters all around here taking notes, reporting on us as

Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.
Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.

Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.
Information travels faster in the modern age
in the modern age, as our days are crawling by so slowly.back to top
Why You'd Want to Live Here
I'm in los angeles today... it smells like an airport runway. jet fuel stenches in the cabin and lights flickering at random.

I'm in los angeles today... garbage cans comprise the medians of freeways always creaping even when the population's sleeping.

And i can't see why you'd want to live here.

I'm in los angeles today... asked a gas station employee if he ever had trouble breathing and he said "it varies from season to season, kid."

It's where our best are on display... motion picture actors' houses maps are never ever current so save your film and $15.

And i can't see why you'd want to live here.
Billboards reach past the tallest buildings,
"we are not perfect but we sure try."
As UV rays "degradate" our youth with time.

The vessel keeps pumping us through this entropic place in the belly of the beast that is californ-i-a,
I drank from a faucet and i kept my receipts for when the weigh me on my way out (here nothing is free).
The greyhounds keep coming dumping locusts into the street until the gutters overflow and los angeles thinks, "i might explode someday soon."

It's a lovely summer's day and i can almost see a skyline through a thickening shroud of egos.
(is this the city of angeles or demons?)
Here the names are what remain... stars encapsulate the gold lame and they need constant cleaning for when the tourists begin salivating.

You can't swim in a town this shallow - you will most assuredly drown tomorrow.back to top
Blacking Out the Friction
I don't mind the weather, I've got scarves and caps and sweaters,
I've got longjohns under slacks for blustery days.
I think thats its brainless to assume that making changes
to your window's view will give a new perspective.
The hardest part is yet to come.

I don't mind restrictions or if you're blacking our the friction.
It's just an escape it's overrated anyways.
The hardest part is yet to come,
when you will cross the country a-lone.back to top
I Was a Kaleidoscope
I put on my overcoat and walked into the winter
My teeth chattered rhythms.
And they were grouped in twos and threes,
like a morse code message was sent from me to me.
and cars on slippery slopes were stuck:
people pushing through their mittens
as I was beginning
to feel like soaking through my shoes,
getting colder with every step I took to your apartment, dear.
(oohh)

I was a kaleidoscope (I was a kaleidoscope):
The snow on my lenses distorting the image of what was only one of you
and I didn't know which one to address as your lips moved.
(ooohhh) This is when I foret to breathe and all the things I scripted,
They sound so unfounded.
And it's the look that you're giving me
that tells me exactly what you are thinking: "This ain't working anymore."
They got their mothers worked into a panic
sledding down hills into oncoming traffic,
and parents layered clothes until the children couldn't move then
and left them outside until their noises were blue, and I got left there, too.

I put on my overcoat and walked into the winter
My teeth chattered rhythms.
And they were grouped in twos and threes,
like a morse code message was sent from me to me.back to top
Styrofoam Plates
There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; I threw them to the sea,
but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living.
It's no stretch to say you were not quite a father
but the donor of seeds to a poor, single mother that would raise us alone.
We never saw the money that went down your throat
through the hole in your belly.

Thirteen years old in the subsurbs of Denver,
standing in line for Thanksgiving dinner at the Catholic church.
The servers wore crosses to shield from the sufferance plaguing the others.
Styrofoam plates, cafeteria tables,
charity reeks of cheap wine and pity and I'm thinking of you,
I do every year when we count all our blessings
and wonder what we're doing here.

You're a disgrace to the concept of family.
The priest won't divulge that fact in his homily
and I'll stand up and scream if in the mourning remain quiet,
you can deck out a lie in a suit.
But I won't buy it.
I won't join the procession that's speaking their peace,
using five dollar words while praising his integrity.
Just 'cause he's gone, it doesn't change that fact:
he was bastard in life, thus a bastard in death.back to top
Coney Island
Sitting on a carousel ride
without any music or lights,
everything was closed at Coney Island
and I could not help from smiling.
I can hear the Atlantic echo back,
rollercoaster screams from summers past.
amd everything was closed at Coney Island
and I could not help from smiling
Brooklyn will fill the beach eventually
and everyone will go except me.back to top
Debate Exposes Doubt
The workdays were propping the bar quietly erasing the week
and I was in corner booth thinking (pretending to read)
about the impossibility of one to love unconditionally
and the words that we drive into the ground:
their repitition starts to thin their meaning.
Then everything got frighteningly still as they entered and intersected the floor
and I tried to choke my stare at the perfection that others would kill for.
But all of the parts are the same on every face -- few variables change.
The differences pale when compared to the similarities they share.
Finally there is clarity and there is purpose after all.
But every night ends the same as I'm collapsing once more by your side.
Finally there is clarity: this tiny life is making sense
and every drop numbs the both of us, but I am alone staggering.back to top
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