Cover di Something About Airplanes

Something About Airplanes
Album - 18 agosto 1998 - Debaser id 30285

di Death Cab for Cutie

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 and a rock glass,
Time passed and that was that
Quite a slip (a loosened grasp)

Weights down so that you could move forwards

... what a way to cut lengthwise...
Il tuo voto:
I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday
creases indicating folds that kept 4 walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
and filled my plate with fears 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
Il tuo voto:
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut 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...
Il tuo voto:
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
across the banks of the Mississippi river
Mary Timony was smaller than 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 understated
'cause you can't feel this anymore
it's getting bluer and you can't keep faking
that you can't feel this anymore
Il tuo voto:
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; their so regal (clean)
With pristine fingertips they wash behind their ears
And let their hair down 'til the audience leaves

I'm definitely shaking
the silence isn't breaking
backwashed and stranded memories
of something I thought could be
Il tuo voto:
I can't expel the truth
it's much more than I thought I could do
and with time my worth will 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

so drive away your mouth from my ears
and waste a day so I can think clearly
drive away your mouth from my ears
and waste a day so I can think clearly
Il tuo voto:
And if it was just how you wanted
You'd be glued to his bones and his brainstem
And changing your image and attitudes
Won't bring him 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

Amputating
As he's waiting
Amputating
He's unresponsive 'cause you're irresponsible
Il tuo voto:
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 you interest now
increasing pixels and sound
Il tuo voto:
These 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...
Il tuo voto:
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