Death Cab For Cutie - We Have The Facts And We're Voting Yes lyrics
- Title Track
- The Employment Pages
- For What Reason
- Lowell, MA
- 405
- Little Fury Bugs
- Company Calls
- Company Calls Epilogue
- No Joy in Mudville
- Scientist Studies
Title Track
Left uninspired by the crust of railroad earth that touched
the lead to the pages of your manuscript.
I took my thumb off the concrete and saved up all my
strength the hammer pillars for a picket fence.
It wasn't quite what it seemed: a lack of pleasantries
(my able body isn't what it used to be)
I must admit I was charmed by your advances:
your advantage left me helplessly into you.
Talking how the group had begun to splinter and I could
taste your lipstick on the filter...
I tried my best to keep my distance from your dress
but call-response overturns convictions every time.
My memory cannot recall: a wave of alcohol we shared
a cigarette and shaved the hours off.
Lushing with hallway congregation, my best judgment
signed its resignation
I rushed this. We moved too fast, tripped into
the guest room.
I rushed this. We moved too fast, tripped into
the guest room.
The Employment Pages
We spread out and occupy the cracks in the
urban streets. Idle now: I rearrange the
furniture as you sleep.
It's so appropriate: the way we amplify the
sound, and then the neighbors drop by and
they ask (us) to turn it down again...
We spread out and everyone is frightfully
more aware. So impressed: The cocktail politics
and obscure details.
And it was true that I was truly failing.
But you were gone and I was home calling
around but nothing was found worthwhile.
For What Reason
This won't be the last you'll hear from me: it's just the start.
I hope that he keeps you up for weeks like you did to me.
I will hold a candle up to you to singe your skin.
Brace yourself: I'm bent with bitterness.
When your apologies fail to ring true,
So slick with that sarcastic slew
Of phrases like "I thought you knew"
While keeping me in hot pursuit.
Tracing the plot finds skin touching skin,
Absence follows.
In the end, I win every time as ink remains.
Sour tastes prevail as you play back the tape machine.
Lowell, MA
You've been forewarned of the shakedown.
Opinions stamped on the pulp of the tabloid
newsstand gossip that's stacked at your door.
You swallowed the last of free MA,
Car starts four windows lowered away:
last views of cityscape crumbling.
Skyscrapers sink into the ground.
All static, no noise: turn the
radio down. Those bandwidth
signals can't reach this far.
Don't go holding out on me now
(If I thought that you had come to
expect more...)
405
I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center,
and stated that it's never ever been better than this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard,
wrinkled up from pulling pushing and tasting, tasting.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.
I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago.
Red wine and the cigarettes:
hide your bad habits underneath the patio, patio, patio, patio.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
Little Fury Bugs
You'll discover that casual friends kept notes in their pockets to remember your name.
And all these places we went to see sights just gave them excuses into the game.
There's a look in the faces tonight that's untrustable as the hope that you'll never return in a while.
But you're always on time, so...
Sleeping soundly: the back of the car felt more like a home than I would have ever thought.
And through the evening the engine kept on until we hit Chicago and decided to stop.
Company Calls
I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.
I'd squeeze a heart through my fingertip but I type too slow to make expressions stick.
And it's like TV with a microchip.
Set your sights to sing this party line, 'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause it's so tired.
Let's cut our losses at both ends and aim your car away from all our friends,
leaving the dishes stacked in the sink.
Set your sights to sink the partyline, 'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause it's so tired.
I'd keep a distance 'cause the complications cloud it all,
and mail a postcard sending greetings from the eastern bloc.
Synapse to synapse: possibilities will thin or fade.
Your wedding figurines: I'd melt so I could drink them in.
I'll take the best of your bad moods and dress them up to make a better you,
'cause all the company calls amount to one paycheck.
Set your sights to sink the partyline, 'cause it's so tired.
Set your sights! Destroy this mock-shrine, 'cause it's so tired.
Company Calls Epilogue
Synapse to synapse; the possibility's thin. I'm dressed up for free drinks
and family greetings on your wedding date. The figures in plastic on your
wedding cake that I took were so real. And I kept a distance:
the complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiber optics,
as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bow-ties
their parents bought: I'll catch you this time!
Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction?
Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. You were the one
but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. The white routine
to be ingested inaccurately.
Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached beer cans to the
bumper so they could drive up and down the main drag. People would turn
to see who's making the racket. It's not the first time.
When they lay down the fish will swim upstream and I'll contest but they
won't listen when the casualty rate's near 100%, and there isn't a
pension for second best or for hardly moving...
No Joy in Mudville
Last night I dreamt that I was you.
I was dressed in all black with dark glasses and attitude.
Such a pose I could simply not hold through days in the northern town that I had once called a home.
Your studies of fringe New York streets: I was reading the pavement in every word you would speak.
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on...
Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corrupting towed you down the interstate,
and they all said that you were the king of a gloomy disruption that surfaced when you would speak.
This town simply cannot compete so I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading east
to a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on...
If I could have (had) my way this year would bridge '66 (again?)
Trust fund hipsters were casing the room chock full of amphetamines.
The overturned kick drum boom set the pace with incomparable cool.
And if the tempo was lousy it was lost on all but you...
Scientist Studies
What ghosts exist behind these attic walls? There's got to be a simpler explanation,
'cause I scrimped and I saved just to find that they've been splicing my inventions.
Cold skin and bones and this latitude: we ain't payin' until the heat comes through.
So you slept in a stocking cap and wool scarf.
Promises of payments were upon your shoulders constantly,
but don't forget to entertain 'cause this is your first defense.
A four-year offense to the devoted type. I may have got an invitation but I wasn't invited.
But I thought that this meant something more than broken hearts and new addictions.
We'll leave our sins within the carpet twine.
Our bodies will dissolve the chemicals in due time.
Promises of payments were upon your shoulders constantly,
but don't forget to entertain 'cause this is your first defense, this is your first defense.