…and I don’t feel any different. Or so say the lyrics to “The New Year” from Transatlanticism, a really stellar album from Death Cab for Cutie.
On the topic of music, I’ve got a recently discovered guilty pleasure to share: the album Ocean Eyes by Owl City. It’s sugary electronic pop, a sort of auditory cotton candy, laid atop overzealously confessional “sensitive guy” lyrics. It’s basically Death Cab for today’s teens. But buried under the excessively digital joie de vivre of the music are some startlingly fun, witty lyrical gems. Here are three quick standouts:
I’d like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly.
It’s hard to say
That I’d rather stay
Awake when I’m asleep,
‘Cause everything is never as it seems.
When I fall asleep
- Fireflies
…
‘Cause riding a dirtbike down a turnpike
Always takes its toll on meI’ve had just about enough
Of quote, “diamonds in the rough”
Because my backbone is paper thin
Get me out of this cavern
Or I’ll cave in…
The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane
Mixed with stale gasoline…
‘Cause I just don’t forsee myself getting drowsy
When cold integrity keeps me wide awake
- Cave In
Stems and gears, oh how the daisies bloom
When chandeliers light up the engine room
- Umbrella Beach