This NY Life

I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved

You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You may feel alone when you’re falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you’ve yet to meet
Someday you will be loved

You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved

You’ll be loved you’ll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
Someday you will be loved

- Death Cab For Cutie

I know its kind of lame to be posting these song lyrics and passing them off as normal posts, but these are the things I’ve been listening to lately. We saw Death Cab last Wednesday night at the State Theater in new Brunswick NJ with Mike and Kathy. The show was great and our seats were fantastic, 6th row (thanks Jack!). The band played a lot of their hits, lots of people singing along. Ben forgot a few lyrics, he said it was their first show on this leg of the tour and was a little rusty from not playing these songs for two and a half months. Still, they sounded excellent.
Ted Leo + Pharmacists opened up, we saw them on the monitor from the lobby of the theater and they sounded excellent as always. We’ve seen them before and will again when we see Death Cab at MSG in November. Hopefully Ben will have studied up on the lyric book by then.

…”She didn’t want to know how a thing was done, but why. That can be embarrassing. You ask why to a lot of thing and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl’s better off dead.”

“Yes, dead.”

“Luckily, queer ones like her don’t happen often. We know how to nip most of them in the bud, early. You can’t build a house without nails and wood. If you don’t want a house built, hide the nails and wood. If you don’t want a man unhappy politically, don’t give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the governenment is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry about it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of ‘facts’ they feel stuffed, but absolutely ‘brilliant’ with information. The they’ll feel they’re thinking, they’ll get a sense of motion without moving. And they’ll be happy, because facts of that sort don’t change. Don’t give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy. Any man who can take a TV wall apart and put it back together again, and most men can, nowadays, is happier than any man who tries to slide-rule, measure, and equate the universe, which just won’t be measured or equated without making man feel bestial or lonely. I know, I’ve tried it; to hell with it. So bring on your clubs and parties, your acrobats and magicians, your daredevils, jet cars, motorcycle helicopters, your sex and heroin, more of everything to do with automatic reflex. If the drama is bad, if the film says nothing, if the play is hollow, sting me with the theremin, loudly. I’ll think I’m responding to the play when it’s only a tactile reaction to the vibration. But I don’t care. I just like solid entertainment.”

from “Fahrenheit 451″- Ray Bradbury