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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

My Mirror Speaks (Death Cab For Cutie, The Open Door EP, 2009 Atlantic)

My third song to pitch is My Mirror Speaks by Death Cab For Cutie off of their 2009 EP, The Open Door. The song is of the Indie-Rock genre. The song is approximately 3 and a half minutes making it ideal for the time limit and the video project.

This song has a completely different mood to the other two chosen with a very calm laid back feel. However with a very walkable beat and catchy chorus it could very easily become a hit. Although being very soft it also has a very rocky feel to it which I like.

My main reasons for this song are;
-Yet again the band performance leaves us with something to have a strong emphasis on in the video
-The lyrics are very storylike telling a story of personal growth which we could use to our advantage and craft into a narrative to suit the theme of the song and to split evenly with the performance side of the video.



Lyrics:
With every sun that sets I am feeling more
Like a stranger on a foreign shore
With an eroding beach disappearing from under me

And when my mirror speaks it never minces words
That these eyes don't shine half as bright
As they used to do and they haven't for quite a while

'Cause I'm a man who hides from all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside my head
With nothing on either end

I always fall in love with an open door
Or the horizon on an endless sea
As I look around the ones who are standing right in front of me

And then my mirror speaks with irreverence
Like a soldier I can't command
It sees the frightened child in the body of a full-grown man

And he's a man who hides from all that binds
In a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end
There's nothing on either end

A new position for a different view
But nothing changes but the slightest hues
When I am standing face to face

With a man who hides from all that binds
And a mess of fading lines
And there's a tangled thread inside his head
With nothing on either end

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