We Have The Facts And We're Voting Yes
by Death Cab for Cutie
rlyasta
rlyasta
Stepping boldly into the 21st century, this album is a beautiful recount of the anxiety of young adult life. It is easily Ben Gibbard's most understated album, a great showcase of Gibbard's writing style and Chris Walla's production.
Jonathan Pryor
Jonathan Pryor
Under rated album? There's some great tracks on here!
Favorite track: No Joy In Mudville.
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Title Track
03:29
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Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth;
It touched the land to the pages of your manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up my strength
To hammer pillars for a picket fence.
It wasn't quite what it seemed,
A lack of pleasantries.
My able body isn't what it used to be.
I must admit I was charmed by your advances,
Your advantage left me helplessly into you.
Talking how the group had begun to splinter,
And I can taste your lipstick on the filter.
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress,
But call-response overturns convictions every time.
My memory cannot recall (a wave of alcohol),
We shared a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
Talking how the group had begun to splinter,
And I can taste your lipstick on the filter.
Lushing with the hallway congregation,
My best judgment signed its resignation.
I rushed this.
We moved too fast,
Trips into the guest room.
I rushed this.
We moved too fast,
Trips into the guest room.
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2. |
The Employment Pages
04:04
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We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets.
Idle now, I rearranged the furniture as you sleep, as you sleep, as you sleep
Its so appropriate, the way we amplify the sound,
And then the neighbors drop by and they ask to turn it down again
We spread out and everyone is frightfully more aware.
So impressed, the cocktail politics and obscure details.
Its so appropriate, the way we amplify the sound,
And then the neighbors drop by and they ask to turn it down again.
And it was true that I was truly failing.
You were gone and I was home calling around,
But nothing was found worthwhile.
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the urban streets.
Idle now, I rearrange the furniture as you sleep, as you sleep, as you sleep
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3. |
For What Reason
02:52
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This won't be the last from me, its just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness. I can't foresee.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
So slick with that sarcastic slew
Of phrases like "I thought you knew"
While keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds
Skin touching skin.
Absence follows.
In the end, I win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
So slick with that sarcastic slew
Of phrases like "I thought you knew"
While keeping me in such hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds
Skin touching skin.
Absence follows.
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4. |
Lowell, MA
03:28
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You've been forewarned of the skake-shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that stacks at your door.
You swallowed the last of free MA.
Car starts, four windows lowered away.
Last views of cityscapes crumbling.
Skyscrapers sink into the ground.
All static, no noise, turn the radio down.
Those bandwidth signals can't reach that far.
Don't go holding out on me now.
Don't go holding.
I thought that you had come to expect
I thought that you had come to expect more
You've been forewarned of the skake-shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid newsstand gossip that stacks at your door.
Don't go holding out on me now
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405
03:37
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I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center,
And stated that it's never ever been better than this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting.
You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew.
Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.
I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago.
Red wine and the cigarettes... hide your bad habits underneath the patio.
You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew.
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Little Fury Bugs
03:48
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You'll discover that casual friends kept
Notes in their pockets to remember your name
And all these places we went to see sights
Just gave them excuses to get to the game
There's a look in the faces tonight that's untrustable
As the hope that you'll never return in a while
But you're always on time, so
Sleeping soundly; the back of the car felt more like a home
Than I would have ever have thought.
And through the evening the engine kept on
Until we hit Chicago and decided to stop
There's a look in the faces tonight that's untrustable
As the hope that you'll never return in a while
But you're always on time, so
There's a look in the faces tonight that's untrustable
As the hope that you'll never return in a while
But you're always on time, so
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Company Calls
03:19
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I'll take the best of your bad moods
and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.
I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip,
but I type too slow to make expressions stick.
And it's like TV with a microchip.
Set your sights, destroy this party line,
Cause it's so tired.
Set your sights, destroy this mock-shrine,
Cause it's so tired.
Let's cut our losses at both ends
and aim your car away from all our friends,
leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.
Set your sights, destroy this party line,
Cause it's so tired.
Set your sights, destroy this mock-shrine,
Cause it's so tired.
I'd keep my distance 'cause the complications cloud it all,
and mail a postcard sending greetings from the Eastern Bloc.
Synapse to synapse: possibilities will thin or fade.
Your wedding figurines: I'd melt so I could drink them in,
and drink them in, and drink them in
I'll take the best of your bad moods
and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.
Set your sights, destroy this party line,
Cause it's so tired.
Set your sights, destroy this mock-shrine,
Cause it's so tired.
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Company Calls Epilogue
05:16
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Synapse to synapse, the possibility's thin.
I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
On your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real.
And I kept a distance, the complications cloud
The postcards and blip through fiber optics,
As the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties
Their parents bought and "I'll catch you this time!"
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse, the sneaky kids had attached
Beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
Up and down the main drag.
People would turn to see who's making the racket.
It's not the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
And I'll contest, but they won't listen
When the casualty rate's near 100 percent,
And there isn't a pension for second best or for hardly moving
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly, I'll tell you mine.
You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.
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No Joy In Mudville
06:03
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Last night I dreamt that I was you
I was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude
Such a pose I could simply not hold
Through days in a northern town that I had once called a home
And your studies of fringe New York Streets
I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on
Buying drinks for the poets upstate
The southern corruption tows you down the interstate
And they all said that you were the king
Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would sing
And this town simply cannot begin to compete
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on, on, on, on, it's
I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again
Trust fund hipsters were casing the room
Chock-full of amphetamines
The overturned kick drum boom
Set the pace with incomparable cool
And if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you
And your studies of fringe New York Streets
I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on, on, on, on, it's
If I could have had my way, this year would bridge '66 again
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10. |
Scientist Studies
05:56
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What ghosts exist behind these attic walls?
There's got to be a simpler explanation,
Cause I scrimped and I saved
Just to find that they've been splicing my inventions.
Cold skin and bones and this latitude;
We ain't paying until the heat comes through.
So you slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf and the
Promises of payments were
Upon your shoulders constantly,
But don't foget to entertain
Cause this is your first defense.
Four-year offense to the devoted type.
I may have got an invitation, but I wasn't invited.
But I thought that this meant
Something more than broken hearts and new addictions.
We'll leave our sins within the carpet twine.
Our bodies will dissolve the chemicals in due time.
Promises of payments were
Upon your shoulders constantly,
But don't forget to entertain
Cause this is your first defense.
This is your first defense.
This is a first defense.
This was a first defense.
This is my last defense.
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credits
released March 21, 2000
Benjamin Gibbard: vocals, Bullets, drums, percussion, Casiotone, organ. Nicholas Harmer: bass. Christopher Walla: Telecaster, electric piano, backing vocals, percussion, glockenspiel, samples. Nathan Good played drums on The Employment Pages and Company Calls Epilogue. Produced, recorded, and mixed by Christopher Walla at The Hall of Justice. Mastered by Tony Lash.
Songs 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, and 10 published by fake songs BMI; 4 published by fake songs BMI and please pass the songs BMI; 7 and 9 published by fake songs BMI, shove it up your songs BMI, and please pass the songs BMI.
This record is dedicated to Trevor Adams. It would not have been possible without the gracious help and support of: Eric Furlong, Sheryl Harmer-Pothier, Jake Snider and Tom Harpel, Herbert Bergel, Evan Sult, John Memelo, Gary and Sue Walla, Joshua Rosenfeld, Christopher Possanza, Emily Alford, Jud Richards, Terry Picknell, Nathan Good, and Bellingham.
Thank you: friends and families, Barbara Mitchell, Tom Osborn, Jason Hughes, Jayson Tolzdorf, Chuck Robertson, Larry Crane, John Vanderslice, Trey Many, Julie and Chris, Conrad Rippey, Gretchen and Kee-ka, Wes at Uptone Studio, Michael Schorr, Brian L. Taylor, Lance and Beth, Elizabeth Duffell, Allisyn Levy, Rachel Harris and everyone who invited us in and allowed us to turn their floor into a bed. Art direction by OK & OR ideas, layout design by J. Rosenfeld and C. Possanza. Printed by Thingmakers.
Benjamin Gibbard: vocals, Bullets, drums, percussion, Casiotone, organ. Nicholas Harmer: bass. Christopher Walla: Telecaster, electric piano, backing vocals, percussion, glockenspiel, samples. Nathan Good played drums on The Employment Pages and Company Calls Epilogue. Produced, recorded, and mixed by Christopher Walla at The Hall of Justice. Mastered by Tony Lash.
Songs 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 8, and 10 published by fake songs BMI; 4 published by fake songs BMI and please pass the songs BMI; 7 and 9 published by fake songs BMI, shove it up your songs BMI, and please pass the songs BMI.
This record is dedicated to Trevor Adams. It would not have been possible without the gracious help and support of: Eric Furlong, Sheryl Harmer-Pothier, Jake Snider and Tom Harpel, Herbert Bergel, Evan Sult, John Memelo, Gary and Sue Walla, Joshua Rosenfeld, Christopher Possanza, Emily Alford, Jud Richards, Terry Picknell, Nathan Good, and Bellingham.
Thank you: friends and families, Barbara Mitchell, Tom Osborn, Jason Hughes, Jayson Tolzdorf, Chuck Robertson, Larry Crane, John Vanderslice, Trey Many, Julie and Chris, Conrad Rippey, Gretchen and Kee-ka, Wes at Uptone Studio, Michael Schorr, Brian L. Taylor, Lance and Beth, Elizabeth Duffell, Allisyn Levy, Rachel Harris and everyone who invited us in and allowed us to turn their floor into a bed. Art direction by OK & OR ideas, layout design by J. Rosenfeld and C. Possanza. Printed by Thingmakers.
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Death Cab for Cutie is an American alternative rock band formed in Bellingham, Washington in 1997. The band is composed of Ben Gibbard, Nick Harmer, Jason McGerr, Dave Depper, and Zac Rae. They have been nominated for eight Grammy Awards. The band’s tenth studio album ‘Asphalt Meadows’ is out now. ... more
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