Saturday, May 21, 2011

But I couldn't think Of anywhere I would've rather been To watch it all burn away

Artist- Death Cab For Cutie
Song of the day- Grapevine Fires

Before I make you overdose on Death Cab I wanted to sneak in one last song in celebration and you know in case the world ends. And usually apocalypses are on the top of my being terrified list but even though I'm finding it doubtful anyhow, I seem surprisingly ok with it. I'm not confident in most things but I am confident with me and god. He knows me too well and takes me in all the same so really pretty ok with hanging with him for you know, ever, or waiting and hanging with some people down here that I kinda love alot too. So whether there is a biblical rapture, zombie apocalypse or just another boring day my mood about it, at least for now, is pretty much like this song, so it seemed appropriate. Wherever you may be tomorrow or wherever you may go, this one's for you...And plus this song is about Ben Gibbard hanging out with Johnathan Rice aka the love of my musical life so of course I'd end on this!



When the wind picked up, the fire spread
And the grapevine seemed left for dead
And the northern sky looked like the end of days
The end of days

And a 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

Bought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughter's school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill, on a hill

We watched the plumes paint the sky gray
She laughed and danced through the field of graves
And there I knew it would be all right
That everything would be all right
Would be all right
Would be all right
Would be all right
Would be all right

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've rather been
To watch it all burn away
Burn away
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn
Burn

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

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