"Death Cab for Cutie’s Transatlanticism played in the background of countless decade-old milestones around the world, especially the ones involving first kisses and so forth, and it’s no wonder. The album, and its epic title song in particular, played on an endless loop across popular culture — on movie soundtracks and in dramatic moments from such TV shows as Six Feet Under. The way singer Ben Gibbard channeled youthful confusion, vulnerability and sweetness mirrored universal fumbling feelings of growing up and facing down the complexities of love, heartbreak, long-distance yearning and budding nostalgia. From the first line of its first song (“So this is the new year / and I don’t feel any different”), Transatlanticism swims in uncertainty, as if its narrator isn’t even quite sure how feelings work yet."
Ten-four. Over and out. Eat shit. Here’s my shadow of a doubt. Got a “fuck you” brewing for a man that’s half of me. We used to be half-brothers but now all he is is LAPD. Went from bullying me to bullying the world. Just a bigot with a badge. I don’t love you. I don’t even like you. What you do makes me abhor you. We’re through. A necessary evil but an evil just the same. The law’s on your side but that don’t make it sane. Code blue! I’ve heard you say wetback. I’ve heard you say beaner. And behind my back you probably call me a nigger. Fuck you. Man in blue. What you gonna do? We’re coming after you. Man in blue. Get a clue. Nine one one. Let’s have some fun. Why should I listen to you? Six six six. You arrogant prick. You break more laws than I do. Nine one one. Oh, what a masculine gun! I will not listen to you. Six six six sixty cease and desist! In my perfect world there would be no police. Yet we would still function in relative peace.