#19

"Neighborhood #3 (Power Out)"
Arcade Fire
Funeral


Number of listens: |
Stars (out of 5): 5 (I actually gave it a 4 until I read through the lyrics)


When I first bought this album it was sort of on a whim because I needed something new and had read about them in a music magazine. I was pleasantly surprised and immediately liked the "messiness" of their music. I think this is my favorite song on the album because it is so upbeat and almost rushes towards the end. It starts off with a (literal bang) which definitely draws the listener in with interest. I have a habit of singing along with a song the first time I hear it so I end up not really hearing the lyrics until many listens later. For this song, I am just now understand what he's singing about and it's not just crap...it's good, I like it.

I woke up with the power out,
not really something to shout about.
Ice has covered up my parents hands
don't have any dreams don't have any plans.

I went out into the night,
I went out to find some light.
Kids are swingin' from the power lines,
nobody's home, so nobody minds.

I woke up on the darkest night,
neighbors all were shoutin' that they found the light.
(We found the light)
Shadows jumpin' all over the walls
some of them big, some of them small.

I went out into the night.
I went out to pick a fight with anyone.
Light a candle for the kids,
Jesus Christ don't keep it hid!

Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!

Ice has covered up my parents hands
don't have any dreams, don't have any plans.
Growin' up in some strange storm,
nobody's cold, nobody's warm.

I went out into the night,
I went out to find some light.
Kids are dyin' out in the snow,
look at them go, look at them go!

Woohoo!(3x) WOO! Woohoo!(3x)

And the power's out in the heart of man,
take it from your heart put in your hand.(hand)

What's the plan? What's the plan?

Is it a dream? Is it a lie?
I think I'll let you decide.
Just light a candle for the kids,
Jesus Christ don't keep it hid!

Cause nothin's hid, from us kids!
You ain't foolin' nobody with the lights out!

Woohoo!(2x)

And the power's out in the heart of man,
take it from your heart put in your hand.
And there's something wrong in the heart of man,
Take it from your heart and put it in your hand!
(hand!)(the lights out!)(hand!)(right now!)(hand!)

#18

"We Looked Like Giants"
Death Cab For Cutie
Transatlanticism


Number of listens: ||||
Stars (out of 5): 5

The first time I heard this song it took me an hour drive home to even get through it. I kept going back to the beginning to hear it over and over and over. Ben Gibbard is a god to music and not even getting into the beauty of the words he writes, it's the WAY he sings them that so often gets me. "Gray subcompact" on it's own is nothing but coming from his mouth it means something so much more. You know he's been in love and you know he's hurt from it, too. His songs are an open invitation to his heart and memories and it's a delicate trip that I get lost in every time.

Music wise, my favorite part of the song is the swelling of sound and instruments that occurs about 2 minutes in. It is here when his singing gets just a tiny bit off with the beat of the music and I am so in love with it. "And I held you closer. than anyone would ever get"-holy crap.


God bless the daylight,
The sugary smell of springtime,
Remembering when you were mine,
In a still suburban town.
When every Thursday,
I'd brave those mountain passes,
And you'd skip your early classes,
And we'd learn how our bodies worked.

Goddamn the black night,
With all its foul temptations,
I've become what I always hated,
When I was with you there.
We looked like giants
In the back of my grey sub-compact,
Fumbling to make contact,
As the others slept inside.

And together there,
In the shroud of frost,
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass,
And I held you closer
than anyone would ever get.

Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines?
I don't know about you,
But I'd swear on my name,
They could smell it on me.
And I've never been too good with secrets,
(No...)

All together there,
In a shroud of frost,
The mountain air began to pass
Through every pane of weathered glass,
And I held you closer...