Death Cab For Cutie Title And Registration (Demo)

The glove compartment is inaccurately named

And everybody knows it.

So I’m suggesting a swift orderly change.

And we will vote and pick the best one that’s proposed

And then demand that its definition stand

Cause we won’t rest until the old one is erased.

All right, let’s begin tonight.

I was searching for some legal document

And everybody knows it.

And stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget.

And that’s how this idea was drilled into my head.

It’s too important

To stay the way it’s been.

Cause it’s a shame the way that love can slowly fade

And when it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all.

And you are left with disappointment and regrets

That bind and keep you up at night.

That keep you up at night.

Cause it’s a shame the way that love can slowly fade

And when it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all.

And you are left with disappointment and regrets

That bind and keep you up at night.

That keep you up at night.

Death Cab For Cutie Meet Me On The Equinox

Meet me on the equinox

Meet me halfway

The sun is perched at its highest peak

In the middle of the day

Let me give my love to you

Let me take your hand

And as we walk in the dimming light

Oh darling understand

That everything

Everything ends

That everything

Everything ends

Meet me on your best behavior

Meet me at your worst

For there will be no stone unturned

Or bubble left to burst

Let me lay beside you darling

Let me be your man

And let our bodies intertwine

But always understand

That everything

Everything ends

That everything

Everything ends

That everything

Everything

Everything ends

A window

An open tomb

The sun crawls across your bedroom

A halo

A waning moon

Your last breath moving through you

As everything, everything ends

As everything, everything ends

As everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything ends

Meet me on the equinox

Meet me halfway

The sun is perched at its highest peak

In the middle of the day

And let me give my love to you

Let me take your hand

And as we walk in the dimming light

Oh darling understand

That everything

Everything ends

Death Cab For Cutie Brothers On A Hotel Bed

You may tire of me as our December sun is setting because I’m not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes but these wrinkles masterfully disguise

The youthful boy below who turned your way and saw

Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end

But now he lives inside someone he does not recognize

When he catches his reflection on accident

On the back of a motor bike

With your arms outstretched trying to take flight

Leaving everything behind

But even at our swiftest speed we couldn’t break from the concrete

In the city where we still reside.

And I have learned that even landlocked lovers yearn for the sea like navy men

Cause now we say goodnight from our own separate sides

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

Like brothers on a hotel bed

You may tire of me

As our December sun is setting

Because I’m not who I used to be

Death Cab For Cutie I Was A Kaleidoscope

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter – my teeth chattered rhythms

And they were grouped in twos or threes, like a morse code message was sent from me to me. cars on slippery slopes, they’re stuck…

People pushing through their mittens as i was beginning to feel it soaking through my shoes, getting colder with every step i took to your apartment, dear.

And 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 all your lips moved.

This is when i forget breathe all the things i scripted, they sound unfounded.

And the look that you’re giving me, it 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

The parents layered clothes until the children couldn’t move then kept them outside til their noises were blue and I got left there, too.

I put on my overcoat and walked into winter, my teeth chattered rhythms.

And they were grouped in twos or threes like a morse code message was sent from me to me.

Death Cab For Cutie Stability

Time for the final bout.

Rows of deserted houses..

All our stable mates are highway bound.

Give us our measly sum:

Getting the air inside my lungs is heavenly.

We’re starting out with nothing but crippling doubt.

We’ll rest easy (justified).

I’ve suffered a swift defeat.

I’ll endure countless repeats.

The gift of memory is an awful curse,

with age it just gets much worse,

But I won’t mind.

I won’t mind..

I won’t mind..

I won’t mind..

Death Cab For Cutie President Of What?

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday

Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in

I took a little more of what I take for granted

And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn

And wheels would roll away

Something’s got to break you down [x2]

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

Something’s got to break you down [x2]

[x2]

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 control

I saw the scene unfold [x4]

Death Cab For Cutie Portable Television

Portable television, shrouded in snow

In a raggedy van on the side of the road

The night it had frozen through my little bones

So you took me in your arms, you squeezed out the cold

And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh

Upstate New York, autumn, brightly colored leaves

Oh, the hills were on fire, they burn for you and me

And where we were going it was built like a lie

But as sacred as the Bible, so we didn’t question why

And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh

I saw it in the soil just recently

Where the rows of teeth they grow in fields of infinite greed

And here laid the father, and here stood the son

Where the road meets the horizon for everyone

For everyone

Portable television, take us away

From this burden of reflection we’ve carried today

Oh, the generator’s running but there’s nothing on the air

And the static is a comfort, so we huddle around and stare

And oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh

Death Cab For Cutie 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 “degraded” our youth with time.

The vessel keeps pumping us through this zentropic 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.

Death Cab For Cutie Two Cars

I try to scrape it off, the thought of skin against skin

And move it from the front to back and started go again

But the depression and time breed and multiply

And 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 are up, and I am stuck down

Against the floor the heat rises out and leaves town

As the depression and time breed and multiply

‘Til 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

That’s the story of a boy who tried to play it cool

But found it hard to keep it up when you were changing rules

With the depression and time breed and multiply

‘Til 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

Death Cab For Cutie Styrofoam Plates

There’s a saltwater film

on the jar of your ashes

I threw them to sea

but a gust blew them backwards

and the sting in my eyes

which 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 a 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 suburbs 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 the mourning remain quiet

you can deck out a lie

in a suit but I won’t buy it

I won’t join in the procession

that’s speaking their peace

using five-dollar words

while praising his integrity

and just ’cause he’s gone

it doesn’t change the fact

he was a bastard in life

thus a bastard in death