Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Tiny Vessels

"I spent two weeks in Silver lake, the California sun cascading down my face. There was a girl with light brown streaks - and she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me. Yeah, she was beautiful but she didn't mean a thing to me."



Transatlanticism is the sole Death Cab For Cutie record I can honestly say I really dig, and not care about how cheesy it is, or how many tween girls scribble the earnest story telling of Ben Gibbard into the tattered flaps of their diary-cum-school books. This song really hits me hard, trying to imagine meaningless sex and days drawn out with someone you're too afraid to tell the truth to.

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