death cab…

sounds ominous i know, but it’s not really. i’m talking about death cab for cutie. i have always loved their music and have recently been listening to them again, as they play them a lot, on the vegas alternative station.

when my ex and i first met, we were going to school together. the first time that she invited me over to her house, it was to study for our biology test. on my way over to her house, i stopped at my beloved, fred meyer store and purchased a couple of my favorite new cds for her. death cab for cutie’s, “plans,” was one of them. it was the most important one.

anyway, we listened and listened to that cd. soon, we became a couple and we chose “a song.” our song was, “soul meets body.” (and years later, our matching rings were engraved with the lyrics…on the outside, “’cause you’re the only song i want to hear…” and on the inside, “a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere…”).

a show was announced at the rose garden, it was death cab for cutie and franz ferdinand. i knew that we had to go, so, i bought two tickets for her birthday. we were both excited and looked forward to seeing the show.

the date finally rolled around and we headed to the rose garden. the show was sold-out and parking was a mess. i remember her telling me repeatedly, that we were, “so old” and everyone else was, “so young.” and, i just kept thinking, “she’s seven years younger than me, so, she must have think that i’m ancient.”

we went in and sat in our general admission seats. the lights went down and franz ferdinand came on. they came to play and they killed it. soon, death cab for cutie came on and i just remember being disappointed, because the sound was so bad for their set. my ex had to tell me when our song came on, because it was indistinguishable to me. i guess that it was something that we enjoyed and something that we shared together. 

so, as i’ve pointed out a lot…life is a big fucking circle. death cab for cutie, used to be significant to me, then i didn’t want any part of them, and now, they’re significant to me again. they’ve come full circle.

how did that happen? i started listening to a new station and they play a lot of death cab for cutie. it’s no secret that the last few weeks have been really difficult, but i’ve continued to endure and kick ass. 

however, something happened to me on tuesday, before i went to take photos, that sent me into a momentary tailspin…that’s over now. after therapy, i got into the crv and death cab for cutie’s, “you are a tourist,” was playing. it reduced me to tears, because it was exactly how i’d been feeling.

after the song, the dj announced that death cab, would be playing the chelsea, on march 17. the station was giving away tickets to the ninth caller and i was the ninth caller (also nine is my number, because it’s three, threes…). since, that time, i’ve counted, “you are a tourist,” being played nine times…and, i haven’t heard that song in years. and now suddenly, it’s everywhere…significant to me once again. 

i’m including the lyrics and video, for what it’s worth. tomorrow, i may write more about tuesday, but i don’t even want to think about it, at the moment. but hey, i’m going to go see death cab for cutie…i just hope that the sound will be better this time. 😉

“You Are A Tourist”

This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher
This fire grows higher

When there’s a burning in your heart
An endless yearning in your heart
Build it bigger than the sun
Let it grow, let it grow
When there’s a burning in your heart
Don’t be alarmed

This fire grows higher

When there’s a doubt within your mind
Because you’re thinking all the time
Framing rights into wrongs
Move along, move along
When there’s a doubt within your mind

When there’s a burning in your heart
And you think it’ll burst apart
Or there’s nothing to feel
Save the tears, save the tears
When there’s a burning in your heart

And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then it’s time to go
And define your destination
There’s so many different places to call home
Because when you find yourself the villain in the story you have written
It’s plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions
Would you agree?
If so please show me

This fire grows higher
When there’s a burning in your heart

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