Thursday, September 13, 2007

Lets' get lyrical, lyrical: Arcade Fire - In the Backseat

I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don't have to drive,
I don't have to speak,
I can watch the country side,
and I can fall asleep.

My family tree's
losing all its leaves,
crashing towards the driver's seat,
the lightning bolt made enough heat
to melt the street beneath your feet.

Alice died
in the night,
I've been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I've been learning.

I like the peace
in the backseat,
I don't have to drive,
I don't have to speak,
I can watch the country side

Alice died
in the night,
I've been learning to drive.
My whole life,
I've been learning ......

The sorrow on this album closer is like watching Jaws 3-D. No one does death well as these Montreal-ites, period.

Except maybe Death himself. Heard he has a wicked acid/house record on the way. It's absolutely lethal. Okay, okay, bad joke alert. Don't laugh too hard if not it might kill you. Kill, ha ha ha, get it? Okay fine I am going to stop now, serious. If not you can hang me. Ha ha ha, great huh? I could die laughing. Ha ha ha.

Arcade Fire - In the Backseat (from Funeral)

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