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Death Cab for Cutie lyrics

Album: You Can Play These Songs With Chords [2002]

Tracks18
 01  President of What?
 02  Champagne from a Paper Cup
 03  Pictures in an Exhibition
 04 Hindsight
 05 That's Incentive
 06  Amputations
 07  Two Cars
 08  Line of Best Fit
 09 This Charming Man
 10  TV Trays
 11 New Candles
 12  Tomorrow
 13 Flustered/Hey Tomcat!
 14  State Street Residential
 15 Wait
 16 Prove My Hypotheses
 17  Song for Kelly Huckaby
 18  Army Corps of Architects
all Death Cab for Cutie lyrics



President of What?
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
I took a little more of what i take for granted
And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn
And wheels would roll away

Something's got to break you down

Entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was Monday
You drove straight through and mined that quarry
For all it could bleed 'til dry
I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted
'Cause beautiful boys gave chase
And when they arch your backbone
It's such a dreadful sight

I'll react when faces find you
With jealous fits that gag and bind you
'Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
When imagination takes full controlback to top
Champagne from a Paper Cup
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
'Cause all these conversations wind on and on....

Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip's moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two; about time to leave
'Cause the DJ's playing rhythm and blues
A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
As i'm waiting around for you....back to top
Pictures in an Exhibition
I think you caught me on the downslide, downturn
I was busy writing with a pen and paper thin dream
and all your plastic people with plastic hearts and smiles
they had the worst intentions all along after all....

The royal castle holds the mellow drama kings and queens
And all their dazzling children; they're so regal (clean)
With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears
And let their hair down 'til the audiences leave

I'm definitely shaking
The silence isn't breaking
Backwashed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could beback to top
Amputations
And if it was just how you wanted
You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem
And changing your image and attitudes
Won't bring you back into your bedroom

Amputating as he's waiting
He's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible

Little swinger your bottle is thinking too much
'Cause you're aiming to please way off target
And I'll tell you what you must already know
Of amputating that too slowback to top
Two Cars
Try to scrape it off the thought of skin against skin
Move it front to back and start it go again

With the depression and time we will multiply
I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
Fit in this auto
You go have a good time
Bring back stories
Cause I will stay behind

So punch the clock two months of up and I am stuck down
Against the floor the heat rises out of this town

With the depression and time we will multiply
Till I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
Fit in this auto
You go have a good time
Bring back stories
Cause I will stay behind

And that's the story of the boy who tried to play it cool
He found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules

With the depression and time we will multiply
Till I've got more mouths to feed than I can ever
Fit in this auto
You go have a good time
Bring back stories
Cause I will stay behindback to top
Line of Best Fit
These things take my time and energies
Don't stand too close without apologies
Cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and
Wind me up; I'm ready

Can't escape this line of best fit
Can't escape this line of best fit

These things take my time and energies
Don't stand too close without apologies
I remember being inside something more than you...
Can't escape this line of best fitback to top
TV Trays
summer's gone
i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
overworked and now i'm all used up
this tv haze sucks me through
i watch the world from me inside
overworked and now i'm all used up
final drag, fills my lungs and makes me high
they fill up, as i bottom out
steering wheels, watch them driving driving
with some place to go, i'd steer myself, but i don't have a route

looking onto men, no ice cream man...
beaches filled with sand
while the tv trays, wasting summer days
slowly slipping away

but ur so little help
when days are slow
and i'm down inside
i'll have to go
your so little help
when mine's slow
when i'm down inside

summer's gone
i overslept and woke up to the chill of fall
overworked and now i'm all used up
this tv haze, sucks me through
i watch the world from me inside
overworked and now i'm all used up

looking on to men, no ice cream man...
beaches filled with sand
while the tv trays, wasting summer days
slowly slipping away

but your so little help
when days are slow
and i'm down inside
i have to go...
your so little help
when your are slow
when i'm down inside...

i'm down inside

i'm down inside

i'm down insideback to top
Tomorrow
Believe in me, im sad and blue
Left with nothing but a picture
Third or fourth weekend in June
December seems to come too soon

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

Head is swirling with the scene
Of you and him embraced in rupture
Dirty trying to come clean
But every thought I have's obscene

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until

Quilted in our hands
And keeping you tucked in too deep
Struck in the shot of two
Twenty-four hours in June

Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?
Will you wait until tomorrow?

[sorry if a few lines are wrong, but I did it by ear]
-Chris B.back to top
State Street Residential
Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin
because it hasn't sunk in... so far

Well it's a drab routine, the dust storms building
and then it's hard to come clean

Then the months stack up to an addictive crutch
As if the drink weren't enough
A stagger cannot compete
There's no charm in being residential state street

And if I was sober
could I kill caution and stay over
And if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?

I wish you could know better than you show
with parted lips pointed down
That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.

And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?

What a difference it made
What a difference it made

And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?

What a difference it made
What a difference it madeback to top
Song for Kelly Huckaby
Photographs of the best time you had,
windows smugded by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron Street,
as morning turned into California,
And smoke trailed from the butt of my cigarette.
Our glass house it threw rocks at all those it past.

Waking up to the sound of 5 A.M to take my turn at the wheel.
Climbed up Shasta, oh how the engine ached
as the sun tortured California,
and old alleys turned deep at the heart of me.
Murals of heros defacing the blank concrete.

Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger beat
lodged out as the engine wheezed.
Still moving regardless of stable ground
and this stable ground.

Photographs of the best time you had,
windows smugded by the speed.
Leaving home with our bags from Iron street
as morning turned into California.back to top
Army Corps of Architects
Leaving the central state from shallow ground
Home in the valley but the rent's paid south
You said the urn was half full when I said it was half empty
With what was left of our fair city

Call in the army corps of architects
To flatten the skyline and begin again
I knew the years would move quickly,
But never quite as fast as this
So bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks.back to top
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