"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" -From "Marching Bands of Manhattan" by Death Cab for Cutie

This is an unbelievably perfect example of what I was talking about in the last post. I don't even know where to start with this one. My interpretation of what is being said here? Well, there could be many interpretations, but I don't think I want to taint this with what would probably be a terrible perversion of Ben Gibbard's intentions. I gotta tell you though, this guy is one of my favorite writers. Yeah, I said writer. Songwriting is every bit as valid a form of writing as any other literary tradition. Well, that being said, you have to exclude some. You can fill in the names, and I hope that I don't make that list. Pretty much every song these guys write has literary gems like this sprinkled throughout. Listen, and I mean really listen, don't just hear the music, but hear the words.

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Peace within, peace without...J...

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This is my favorite Death Cab song.