Here's The Shins playing favorite tune from Wincing the Night Away, "A Comet Appears" (posted this past April via Sub Pop). These guys have an uncanny ability to take simplicity of instrumentation and expand the dimensions of songs like this one and "New Slang" in particular through chord progression and lyrical metaphor.
It's a song about the dread and emptiness that result from the facades we create. When we strip them away ("Let's carve my aging face off. Fetch us a knife, start with my eyes. Down so the lines form a grimacing smile."), are we able to find ourselves or just "the lonely"?
Full lyrics below the fold.
