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You Can Play These Songs With Chords

by Death Cab for Cutie

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Hindsight 03:47
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
5.
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?
6.
Amputations 04:03
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
7.
Two Cars 03:31
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.
8.
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
9.
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
10.
TV Trays 04:02
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
11.
New Candles 03:02
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.
12.
Tomorrow 02:17
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?
13.
14.
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
15.
Wait 03:34
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.
16.
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
17.
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
18.
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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released October 22, 2002

you can play these songs with chords was originally released as a cassette in 1997 on elsinor records. 'president of what,' 'champagne from a paper cup,' 'pictures in an exhibition,' 'amputations,' and 'line of best fit,' were re-recorded in 1998 for something about airplanes. the original mixes of 'wait' and 'prove my hypotheses' are on a 7" single released in 1999 on sonic boom recordings. the original mix of 'army corps of architects' was the b-side of the march 2000 sub pop singles club 7". a new recording of 'song kelly huckaby' was released in 2000 on the death cab for cutie forbidden love e.p.

these songs were written by combinations of ben gibbard, chris walla, and nick harmer, except 'wait', which was written by geoff farina, and 'this charming man' (written by steven morrissey and john marr). chris walla made and mixed all the recordings in the many homes of the hall of justice. this collection was mastered by ed brooks. ben gibbard, lance webber and josh rosenfeld did the design and layout; thingmakers printed and assembled the package. the photo is bellingham, washington when cars looked way cooler than they do now.

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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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