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Something About Airplanes

by Death Cab for Cutie

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released August 18, 1998

benjamin gibbard - sing, guitar, small piano
nathan good - drum
nicholas harmer - bass
christopher walla - guitar, organ, electric piano, things

erika jacobs - cello on "bend..." and "face..."
abi hall - sing on "line..."

this album was recorded and produced on 8 analog tracks by chris walla at the hall of justice. nathan good helped chris mix it, and tony lash mastered it. string parts on "bend..." and "face..." were written and arranged by erika jacobs. photography by chuck robertson. printing by girlie press.

death cab would like to thank our families and friends, erika jacobs, abi hall, sean nelson, evan sult, jay and joe chilcote, josh rosenfeld, christopher possanza, jason avinger, pete greenberg, chuck robertson, scott mccaughey, jason hughes, paul beaudry, bradley littlejohn, lance and beth, brian enslow, trevor adams, joe molchnick, tina potterf, tim kline, and aaron davis.



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Death Cab for Cutie is an American alternative rock band, formed in Bellingham, Washington in 1997. The Grammy-nominated band consists of Ben Gibbard (vocals, guitar, piano), Nick Harmer (bass) and Jason McGerr (drums). Their eighth studio album Kintsugi was released on March 31, 2015. ... more


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Track Name: Bend to Squares
Gravitated towards a taste
For foreign films and modern plays
But that machine could only
Bend to squares five to six times
Before your fingers came unwired

Weights down so that you could move forwards
Pinch to snub that restless nerve
And knock the wind from one last urge
With two fingers a rock glass,
Time passed and that was that
Quite a slip (a loosened grasp)
What a way to cut lengthwise
Track Name: President of What?
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
Track Name: Champagne From A Paper Cup
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
Track Name: Your Bruise
It's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust
In what or who you recognize
We sped the Plymouth cross the banks of the mississippi river
Mary Timony was smaller then a super ball

Chitter-chatter all these secrets started giving me the shivers
Plain and simply broken down near olympia
I think your bruise was understanded
'Cause you can't feel this anymore
It's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
That you can't feel this anymore
Track Name: Pictures In A Exhibition
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
Track Name: Sleep Spent
I can't expel the truth
It's much more than I thought I could do
And with time my worth with stain
And split your heart from my name...
So drive away your mouth from my ears
And waste a day so I can think clearly
And what's left to wait for here
As my hands sleep spent this last year
Choking the bottle's neck that pulled you from my bed
Track Name: The Face That Launched 1000 Shits
And I'm standing up
In my practice room
I'm all alone

Speakers almost blown
On my new Gibson amp
Oh, what the hell

Things are not so different
In my vocal master
You are the face that launched
One thousand shits

Greeks and Trojans
And a thousand shits
The shits lining the shores
Of Asia minor

Lining all the shores
Of Asia minor
You can tell that I'm not
A minor in Asia no more

I'm standing up
This is the face that launched
A thousand shits

I'm standing up
This is the face that launched
One thousand shits

This is the face that shot
You'll never have replaced
Splitting up his kids to three separate parts
For his sons and the three separate hearts
Track Name: Amputations
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
Track Name: Fake Frowns
Bent at the knee, a last resort
Backfired and made things worse
Once on the bus, it was quite possible
You'd be the jailhouse queen
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now

I can't drive straight counting your fake frowns
Focusing in, details a must
Trying to make each one count
All on your fingers stopping at ten
Magistrate's keyed in how
The jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now

We can't keep your interest now
Increasing pixels and sound
Track Name: Line of Best Fit
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