Thursday, May 30, 2013

"It's rustic." "It's amish." May 30, 2013

Song #149: Little Bribes- Death Cab For Cutie
From the EP The Open Door, released March 31, 2009
"And you were like a walking compliment/ tall in stature and exceptionally read/ in dummy glasses and cardigan/ oh come on/ and oh so empty were the faces of the dealers and the waitresses all around/ you said that all these things you've learned to ignore/ the hidden cameras on the casino floor/ and what gets paid for behind hotel doors oh come on/ you pretend every slot machine is a robot amputee waving hello/ the people stare into their eyes and they feed them little bribes and then they go/ the never-ending twilight/ in basement where the sun has never split/ you said that you were lonely/ and then we kissed like lonely people do/ you said this city has a beating heart/ that pushes people down the boulevard/ and they're all hoping for a wish fulfilled/ in a desert for a dollar bill/ and those foolish dreams oh they plague me still"

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