Tidbit No. 25
The release on Daytrotter of some new songs from the upcoming Death Cab for Cutie album Narrowstairs (available May 13) has gotten me listening to some of their older stuff (Plans and Transatlanticism) with more frequency. I thought I’d share. Like most of my favorite bands — ok, ok, ALL of my favorite bands — Death Cab has thoughtful, intelligent lyrics. Some of my favorites should be playing above if I got my first-ever YouTube embed to work correctly.
I’ve got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue has tied off
My brain’s repeating
“If you’ve got an impulse let it out”
But they never make it past my mouth
Ba BAA! This is the sound of settling. Silence. Silence is the sound of settling.
The song also ponders aging (“I can’t wait to go gray”), one of Death Cab’s recurring themes and one I morbidly enjoy. For instance, there’s Brothers on a Hotel Bed.
You may tire of me as our December sun is setting
Because I’m not who I used to be
No longer easy on the eyes, but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below
Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for: both a beginning and an end
What the hell is it that makes us link love/marriage and death/aging in our minds? Is it because marriage is the death of freedom? Or because marriage will hopefully last until death? Love, which is a life-affirming emotion, is death. Even to orgasm is to experience a “tiny death” according to literary tradition.
Yes, people. This is really this kind of shit I think about when I listen to good music.
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