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

Death Cab For Cutie Passenger Seat (Demo)

I roll the window down

And then begin to breathe in.

The darkest country road

And the strong scent of evergreen

From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards

I strain my eyes and try

To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites

From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

“Do they collide?”

I ask and you smile.

With my feet on the dash

The world doesn’t matter.

If you feel embarrassed then I’ll be your pride

If you need directions I’ll be the guide.

For all time.

For all time.

Death Cab For Cutie Grapevine Fires

When the wind picked up, the fire spread

And the grapevines seemed left for dead

And the northern sky looked like the end of days

The end of days

The wake up call to a rented room

Sounded like an alarm of impending doom

To warn us it’s only a matter of time

Before we all burn

Before we all burn

Before we all burn

Before we all burn

We bought some wine and some paper cups

Near your daughter’s school when we picked her up

And drove to a cemetery on a hill

On a hill

And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray

As she laughed and danced through the field of graves

And there I knew it would be alright

That everything would be alright

Would be alright

Would be alright

Would be alright

And the news reports, on the radio

Said it was getting worse

As the ocean air fanned the flames

But I couldn’t think of anywhere I would have rather been

To watch it all burn away

To burn away

The firemen worked in double shifts

With prayers for rain on their lips

And they knew it was only a matter of time

Death Cab For Cutie Death Of An Interior Decorator (Demo)

You were the mother of three girls so sweet

Who stormed through your turnstile

And climbed to the street.

But after conception your body lay cold

And withered through autumn and you found yourself old.

What’s the reason why you have been so sad?

He took a lover on a faraway beach

While you arrange flowers and chose color schemes.

What’s the reason why you have been so sad?

What’s the reason why you have been so sad?

The girls were all there.

They traded their vows.

The youngest one glared with furrowed brows.

They tenderly kissed then cut the cake.

The bride then tripped and broke the vase.

The one you thought would spend the years

So perfectly placed below the mirror.

Arriving late, you clean the debris

And walked into the angry scene.

It felt just like falling in love again.

And it felt just like falling in love again.

What’s the reason why you have been so sad?

What’s the reason why you have been so…