Montag, 31. März 2014

Death Cab For Cutie...!

Zugegeben, im Augenblick höre ich tatsächlich einige alte Mike Krüger-Scheiben (Anspieltip: "Friseur"!) und finde sie damals wie heute super.

Dann gibt es zwischendurch aber auch jene Momente, für die ich äußerst dankbar bin.
nämlich, wenn ich darauf hingewiesen werde, daß es außer den üblichen Verdächtigen auch noch geschätzte 6,28 Milliarden anderer Audioerlebnisse dort draußen zu entdecken gibt.

Ich habe sehr wohl extreme Bildungslücken musikalischer Hinsicht zu füllen; soviel steht fest.

Death Cab For Cutie waren mir bis vor einiger Zeit nur namenstechnisch ein Begriff.
Mittlerweile kaut sich mein Kopf mehr und mehr in die Karriere und ist erstaunt über so wundervolle Songs wie "Soul meets Body" (vom Album "Plans"):




"Soul Meets Body"
I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body
Where soul meets body

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

oder der Opener des selben Albums, "Marching Bands Of Manhattan":


If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown [4x]

Your love is gonna drown [4x]
Your love is gonna...

Traumhaftes Teil, uneingeschränkt zu empfehlen, ihr EMOs!

:-)