Death Cab for Cutie and my own Greyhound Station
It's quite rare to find a band who writes songs with such vivid imagery and profound lyrics. These kind of songs you can listen to again and again, and you can interpret it the way you like, while I stick to my opinion, but in the end, we can only agree that the song makes us think. A kind of song that makes my heart grieve for a pain that does not belong to me. Words that make me sit back and wonder how in the world someone can come up with such a beautiful phrase. Simple phrases that echo far deeper than what is sung. Unless I'm just reading too much into Ben Gibbard's "What Sarah Said" and "Marching Bands of Manhattan". Perhaps his music resonates with me because it is so wistful and full of a yearning yet held back by a wariness caused by past hurts and disappointments. His voice would not earn a nod from any one of the American Idol judges, and his looks could pass for any cubicle-bound, tetris-playing, computer analyst. But he is honest, and he dares to hope for love, and he dares to feel. So what does this all have to do with me?...
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
...Not quite sure actually. I like the idea of sending my more daring, frightening, embarassing, painful, and even forbidden thoughts away to a place where they can be at home. For they certainly cannot and should not take up residence within my mind. Or should they? I promised that I would leave all my vague and cryptic entries for another blog, but this just might apply to any of you reading this. I'm sure all of us have thought things, or yearned for things, or wanted to do things that we could not voice to anyone but God, or perhaps anyone at all. And these are the thoughts that rush by us as quickly as a train, as we stand on the platform, waiting for the right train to stop so we can get on and get to where we need to be. Have you ever just gotten on a train to see where it would take you? Not really caring, but just curious as to where you would end up? Perhaps that's what I should do, or perhaps that's what I've already done. And I suppose that's how one would get lost. But then again, I could never be found if I was never lost in the first place.
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
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
...Not quite sure actually. I like the idea of sending my more daring, frightening, embarassing, painful, and even forbidden thoughts away to a place where they can be at home. For they certainly cannot and should not take up residence within my mind. Or should they? I promised that I would leave all my vague and cryptic entries for another blog, but this just might apply to any of you reading this. I'm sure all of us have thought things, or yearned for things, or wanted to do things that we could not voice to anyone but God, or perhaps anyone at all. And these are the thoughts that rush by us as quickly as a train, as we stand on the platform, waiting for the right train to stop so we can get on and get to where we need to be. Have you ever just gotten on a train to see where it would take you? Not really caring, but just curious as to where you would end up? Perhaps that's what I should do, or perhaps that's what I've already done. And I suppose that's how one would get lost. But then again, I could never be found if I was never lost in the first place.
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
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