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| song title— | Marching Bands of Manhattan |
| performed by | Death Cab for Cutie |
| written by | Ben Gibbard |
| album title— | Plans |
| track— | 01 of 12 |
| duration— | 4:12 |
| genre— | alternative |
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| background— | bio at Rollingstone.com |
| website— | deathcabforcutie.com |
| album | |
| record company— | Atlantic (Warner) |
| released on | August 30, 2005 |
| album art— |  |
| pick it up at | Amazon |
| song | |
| suggested by | Jan |
| instant download at | iTunes |
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If I could open my arms
and span the length of the Isle of Manhattan,
I’d bring it to where you are,
making a lake of the East River and Hudson.
If I could open my mouth
wide enough for a marching band to march out,
they would make your name sing
and bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings. I wish we could open our eyes
to see in all directions at the same time.
Oh, what a beautiful view
if you were never aware of what was around you
and it is true what you said:
that I live like a hermit in my own head.
But when the sun shines again,
I’ll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full,
it slowly rises. Your love is gonna drown. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full,
it slowly rises. Your love is gonna drown. Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna drown.
Your love is gonna…
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| Songlog | The imagery in this song holds some greater wisdom, I think. |
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