She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, no sign of neighborhood,
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sit down,
Yet, congregated on its blankness, stood
An unintelligible multitude,
A million eyes, a million boots in line,
Without expression, waiting for a sign.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Resistance is futile

There was a time when I tried to resist Death Cab. K remembers those days fondly. These days, I have to agree with Peter.
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3 comments:

Laurie Stark said...

I was just listening to Photobooth this morning! Reminds me of 2003 in a good way.

March 2, 2009 at 8:44 AM
Kafreen said...

I wish I was with you on your western adventure. I imagine songs like this are especially good on the big wide open.

March 2, 2009 at 8:54 AM
Joel said...

Isn't the video cool? Reminds me of Crayon Physics

March 2, 2009 at 5:28 PM

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