September 29, 2006
Death Cab for Cutie
What a strange name for a band. Death Cab for Cutie. When I first heard of it, it kindled in me feelings of unexpressed awe for a hardcore grunge-metal band. But its music is one of a kind. Get a hand of it. The intricate weaving of twanging guitars, beautiful lyrics that seep into you, and this epitomises many a wandering life:
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole,
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound,
And while you debate half-empty or half-full,
It slowly rises, Your love is gonna drown.
For many do not contemplate the circumstances they are in. And day by day, sorrow eats in, destroying a soul. Before you know it, you awaken and realise you’ve been had for a number of years.
This is the best way to exact negative change unto society without them knowing it. You introduce something as subtle as air, and the people breathe it in unbeknownst to its consequences. You convince the world that sorrow is good for them. You leak it in as if it’s part of the system, that people just HAVE to live with this system until the day of death. You allow them to believe that they are living with no choice. And that is when I fear the death of an individual. You leak in darkness, and before I know it all my light is taken away. And I no longer see it. No longer trust it even if I do see it.
This is what has happened in Malaysia. We’re on a Death Cab. Welcome to Bolehland.