Wednesday, May 29, 2013

"You gotta' do the most rustic thing you can, apparently. Trolling the cops is rustic." May 29, 2013

Song #148: My Mirror Speaks- Death Cab For Cutie
From the EP The Open Door, released March 31, 2009
"With every sun that sets I am feeling more/ like a stranger on a foreign shore/ with an eroding beach/ disappearing from underneath/ and when my mirror speaks/ it never minces words/ because these eyes don't shine half as bright/ as the they used to and they haven't for quite a while/ because I'm a man who hides from all that binds in a mess of fading lines/ and there's a tangled thread inside my head/ with nothing on either end/ I always fall in love with an open door/ with a horizon on an endless sea/ as I look around the ones who were standing right in front of me/ and my mirror speaks with irreverence/ like a soldier I can't command/ it sees a child in the body of a full-grown man...
/A new position for a different view/ and nothing changes but the slightest hues"

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