When you're drinking by candlelight

Egy Ben Gibbard csoda. Mert az utóbbi napok/hetek hangulatát kiválóan tükrözi.

"This Place Is A Prison"

This place is a prison
And these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through $20 bills
And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again
And again

Ther're guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth
And you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound,
But you are not permitted to leave

I know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen
In my living room late last night,
It was almost too bright to see
And i know that it's not a party if it happens every night
Pretending there's glamour and candelabra
When you're drinking by candlelight

What does it take to get a drink in this place?

What does it take, how long must i wait?

"I am a visitor here... I am not permanent."

Nem fűzök hozzá sokat: Ben Gibbard ugye a Death Cab for Cutieval már bizonyított (Lehet nem szeretni azt, amit csinál - azt mondjuk nem értem, hogyan-, de a munkásságát mindenképpen el kell ismerni.) A The Postal Service hangzásra más ugyan, mint a DCFC, de szövegek mínőségben nem változtak. Nem hagy gondolatok nélkül...

Smeared black ink.
Your palms are sweaty,
and I'm barely listening
to last demands.
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering
"What's buried underneath where I am?"
(Where I am)

I'll wear my badge:
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhered to my chest
tells your new friends
"I am a visitor here... I am not permanent."
And the only thing keeping me dry is...
(Where I am)

You seem so out of context,
in this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key,
explaining that I'm just visiting.
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

(Where I am)
You seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex.
(Where I am)
A stranger with your door key
explaining that I'm just visiting.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.

(Where I am)
The District sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
(Where I am)
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
why I was the one worth leaving.
why I was the one worth leaving.
why I was the one worth leaving.