(note: this post comes courtesy of zach (z) and is the first guest post on elscorcho in 3 years)

so as niv worked on his death cab review for music.elscorcho.org (shameless plug) today, we got to discussing the album and its tracks, and their various merits, as we tend to do from time to time. while discussing the meaning and general lyrical (i admit i haven't even heard the song...keep that in mind as you read) awesomeness of 'someday someone will love you' he pointed me to a website written by a girl that CLEARLY missed the point.

so i was a little fired up.
don't ask me why.
i just was.

the idiocy of literally interpreting ANY song, much less a death cab song aside...okay, lets not put it aside cause that's my main beef. how lazy can you be? especially when, reading around the site, she touts herself a champion of irony and subtlety. so hip is she, living in manhattan and flouting contemporary conventions, that she couldn't even pick up on the subtlety IN A DEATH CAB SONG. especially when claiming she's been a fan since the first record.

but i gave her the benefit of the doubt, and began reading some of her other stuff. in searching around the site, trying to find some reason, some rhyme, some tangible force that had led this seemingly otherwise intelligent woman to fall so far off the beaten track in listening to this song, i found a post where she disses the lastest book by one of my favorite authors. again, seemingly, missing the point entirely.

since she didn't have any room to comment on her posts (a telling sign to say the least) i decided to write a strongly worded letter. BUT. instead of just ranting i thought i'd give her one last chance. so i wrote something creative, with a little subtlety in and of itself, to see if she might be able to pick up on where she went wrong. also, it should be noted, i wrote it in the style of the author she criticized because she claimed she was a fan of his earlier work. the lyrics in the middle of the story are the lyrics to the song, for anyone who hasn't heard it.

subtlety finds root and seeks sun in the strangest of places

and you find yourself in a situation from which there is no graceful
extrication, bound, mired in the minutae of the moment, each moment as
they string together in a long and increasingly unrecognizable string
of events that play out before your eyes like the soundlessly flashing
frames of a reel-to-reel movie projected onto a blank white wall. one
night you panic. before dawn you run away your movements nearly
somnambulatory in their automation, driven out of fear, paranoia,
cowardice, yes, admittedly so, but you move all the same the only way
to get away unscathed save for the minor bruising around the moral
center of your brain. but you're destroyed. you're wrecked. its
unexpected and sudden and only comes on a few days later after the
adrenaline high of having made your escape successfully wears off and
you are faced with the full scope of what you have done. you miss
them. you line this up in along with all the other regrets you've
racked up over the years making hasty decisions from the heart without
considering the consequences. so you start to write a song to hide
from the pain, to deny the regret, to project what you've done onto
the only other person it affected in any way whatsoever…to punish them
even further by forcing them, if only in your own mind, to bear the
full brunt of the hurt. it goes a little something like this…

you'll be loved you'll be loved
like you never have known
the memories of me
will seem more like bad dreams
just a series of blurs
like I never occurred
someday you will be loved

suddenly its all there, its all on the page, its not in you anymore,
but something grabs your eye, something about the way its laid out or
the stain on your sleeve where your heart just stood beating
ferociously as you finished the last lines and you REALIZE that in
putting it out there, in saying all those things that weren't even
remotely true but had to be said you've betrayed yourself more than
you ever could have if you just walked away and let them wonder what
had really happened. now every time they hear the song they'll know
that it hurt you more than it hurt them, they'll know you deal
everyday with the regret that if it weren't real, would never have
needed to be voiced in the first place. and they sit, smug, confident,
calm, no longer wondering what happened and why, and where that
obnoxiously self-interested note came from when they had known you as
the sentimental fool that you really are, because they know now,
you've told them, and millions of other people around the world, that
you really are sad and sorry. even if you can't come out and say it.

=z

her response, which came almost immdediately...immediately, think about that (she obviously didn't):

I think you're reading a lot more into that song than I did! I just thought it was presumptuous to break up with someone with a note and then say "don't worry, someone will love you." It's the kind of thing we've all thought but wouldn't say because it's too cruel.

so i mean, yeah, she blew it. really, really blew it. its like i said "there's more to this song" and her response was "i think you think there's more to this song." no shit. retard.

and i'm a vindictive sonofabitch, i know, but really. how hard is it to say "i really don't get this, it doesn't fit at all with the band's image, or anything they've ever written." instead of lashing out at poor old Ben Gibbard, who, all due respect to the guy cause i like his music, but if you've ever listened, you know, he's a wimp.

it shouldn't be that hard.
for anyone other than an insecure bratty little know it all.

UPDATE in order to make my comment below seem stupid, i edited the post to have the link to the article (niv)