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President of What?
04:06
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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 control
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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
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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
Back-washed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could be
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4. |
Hindsight
03:47
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Three wasted years, standing still
As you opened up, 18 miles wide
On this country drive
I can't keep up
Cause you're so far gone
And it's all too much hindsight
Three wasted years, wasting time
As the hunger pains grow inside
I can't keep up
Cause you're so far gone
And it's all too much hindsight
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5. |
That's Incentive
02:13
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You see nothing to be adored, when obsession takes it's toll
You can't place you in between the pages of fashion magazines
Paper cuts from turning pages, just like a bad dream
Is it this or that or me that makes you owe? what you can't defeat
Boiled over burning clean toward the flesh blocks? in your knees
It's a lesson that just might keep suppressing appetites
Paper cuts from turning pages, just like a bad dream
Is it this or that or me that makes you owe? what
And I live this life just to bear these scars
Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
That's it's me and you this time
Is it you that always, is it you that decides
And I live this life just to bear these scars
Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
And I live this life just to bear these scars
Will the hurt subside, if you decide?
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6. |
Amputations
04:03
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And if it was just how you wanted
You'd be glued to his bones and his brain stem
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 slow
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7. |
Two Cars
03:31
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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
It in this song so
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 song so
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
And the depression and time breed and multiply
Til I've got more mouths to feed than I could ever
Fit in this song so
You go have a good time
Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind.
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8. |
Line of Best Fit
05:49
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There things take my time and energy
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
I remember being inside something more than you
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9. |
This Charming Man
02:14
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On Two bicycles
On a hillside desolate
Could nature make a man of me yet?
Under this charming car
This charming man
Why ponder life's complexies
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat?
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said it's crucial
That someone so handsome should care
I'm just a country boy
Who never knew his place
He said return the ring
He knows so much about these things
I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said it's crucial
That someone so handsome should care
La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man.
Ah! I'm just a country boy
Who never knew his place
He said return the ring
He knows so much about these things
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10. |
TV Trays
04:02
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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 the inside
Overworked, and I'm 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 someplace to go
I'd steer myself but I don't have a route
Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
While the TV trays, wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
But you're so little help, when days are slow
And I'm down inside, I'll have to go
You're so little help, when months are slow
And 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 the inside
Overworked and now I'm all used up
Working on demand, no ice cream man, beaches filled with sand
While the tv trays, wasted summer days, slowly slippin' away
But you're so little help, when days are slow
And I'm down inside, I'll have to go
You're so little help, when years are slow
And I'm down inside
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11. |
New Candles
03:02
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You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again
Cause it's over whenever they say
I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere,
And the mailman can't come in to explain
So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind.
It's hard to never mind.
I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames.
I guess it's all the same anyway
Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
But my point of view's forever changed
All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds.
It's building up, bottled up in time
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me?
Are you going to find me so the bogs? aren't empty all the time?
I think way too much about the way things should be said
Cause it just can't leave my head all the way.
It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today
I think I might get burned anyway
All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
I do my best, I know not everything is right
All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.
Please bring it down, bring it down.
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12. |
Tomorrow
02:17
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Believe in me, I'm 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?
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13. |
Flustered / Hey Tomcat!
02:56
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14. |
State Street Residential
05:51
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Holding fast until
The rent checks wear thin
Because it hasn't sunk in, so far
When it's a drab routine
The dust starts building
Until its hard to come clean
Then my months stack up
To an addictive crush
As if the drink weren't enough
A stagger cannot compete
There's no charm in being
A residential state street
And if I was sober
Would 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 pointing down
That the whiskey soothes
More than you could ever do
And if I was sober
Would I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paperer
What a difference it'd make
And what a different it'd make
And if I was sober
Would I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?
What a difference it'd make
And what a different it'd make
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15. |
Wait
03:34
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Every town has a diner, where I'll meet you and your friends, too.
Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee. You can tell me all about your day.
I don't know much about you, not that I want to. Not that I want to.
Sometimes I can't escape from my room, so excuse me, I'll be just a little late
You will wait for me.
Every town has a corner, where I'll see you and your friends, too.
Hang out looking cool. Saying the same things over and over again.
Sometimes we all feel stupid, we say the wrong things. You're not the only one.
Sometimes we all get left behind in a race of style, it's a dumb thing.
You will wait for me.
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16. |
Prove My Hypotheses
04:11
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Just admit that you're wrong
And I'll give back what I borrowed or stole
From the parent's house
From your studio
It's the principle of
You said wait here
Prove all my hypotheses
Catching up with the band
Their drummer had left to pursue his career
I rode in their van
They stated the parting was ugly, it brought him to tears
You said wait here
Prove all my hypotheses
You said wait here
Prove all my hypotheses
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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
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18. |
Army Corps Of Architects
04:43
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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.
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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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