Here to Forever

Death Cab For Cutie

New music Friday is tomorrow. I look forward to it every week and do my best to discover new artists. I also love hearing new songs by favorite bands. This new Death Cab tune came out a few weeks back and really landed with me — like so many Ben Gibbard songs have. It’s from their forthcoming record, the oxymoronic-titled ASPHALT MEADOWS. I love this bass line and how the verse sets up the chorus — both musically and lyrically. And I love where the song’s coming from — searching for meaning. It’s one of my personal obsessions. How do we make life fulfilling every day? How do we get the most out of life while we’re here? And I dig the video too because every artist has been there. 😅 I’ve got boxes of DVD’s and BLURAYS in my basement like that. No one cares about your work more than you. And most don’t care about it at all.

If you asked me if life is meaningless or meaningful, I might have a different answer depending on when you asked. Admittedly, at times life sure feels meaningless, if not outright cruel. But? I’d rather believe life is meaningful, because deep down I know it often is. Because I’ve felt it. I’m probably in Alan Watts territory here, but by believing my life is meaningful, I actually manifest opportunities to prove it.

In every movie I watch from the '50s
There's only one thought that swirls
Around my head now
And that's that everyone there on the screen
Yeah, everyone there on the screen
Well, they're all dead now
They're all dead now

And it ain't easy living above
And I can't help but keep falling in love
With bones and ashes
With bones and ashes
And when the color is too bold and bright
I'm daydreaming in black and white
Until it passes
Until it passes

I wanna know the measure
From here to forever
And I wanna feel the pressure
Of God or whatever

Oh, these days it's so hard to relax
You gotta hold a gun to my back
To make me smile
To make me smile
And the only way I seem to cope
Is by trying to hold onto hope
If just for a while
If just for a while

I wanna know the measure
From here to forever
And I wanna feel the pressure
Of God or whatever
Now it seems more than ever
There's no hands on the levers
And I wanna feel the pressure
Of God or whatever

Only rollers keep rolling
While the searchers keep scrolling

I wanna know the measure
From here to forever
And I wanna feel the pressure
Of God or whatever
Now it seems more than ever
There's no hands on the levers
And I wanna feel the pressure
Of God or whatever