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  • Love Song?

    Posted by Dan from Madison on July 18th, 2008 (All posts by )

    Lex and I have been having a friendly back and forth here about love songs. I think this is one. You may or may not…Death Cab for Cutie, “Grapevine Fires” (I particularly like this version because it is live):

    When the wind picked up the fire spread
    And the grapevines seemed left for dead
    And the Northern sky looked like the end of days
    The end of days

    The wake-up call to a rented room
    Sounded like an alarm of impending doom
    To warn us it’s only a matter of time
    Before we all burn

    Before we all burn
    Before we all burn
    Before we all burn

    We bought some wine and some paper cups
    Near your daughters school when we picked her up
    And drove to a cemetery on a hill
    On a hill

    And we watched the plumes paint the sky gray
    But she laughed and danced through the field of graves
    And there I knew it would be alright
    That everything would be alright

    Would be alright
    Would be alright
    Would be alright

    And the news reports on the radio
    Said it was getting worse
    As the ocean air fanned the flames
    But I couldn’t think
    Of anywhere I would of rather been
    To watch it all burn away

    To burn away

    And the firemen worked in double shifts
    With prayers for rain on their lips
    And they knew it was only a matter of time


    One Response to “Love Song?”

    1. Lexington Green Says:

      I finally got to listen to it. It is a nice song. It is certainly some kind of love song. But it does not absolutely kill me. A song has to absolutely kill me. Life is short. I am incredibly picky. You have three minutes at most to absolutely kill me.

      I am mulling responses to this gambit. I will not lay down my best cards just yet.